The Nanny (F+/F, reluc)

Prolog

   Jacquelyn Devereux stood in front of the large smoked 
plate glass window, and surveyed her domain.  From the 
top of one of the high glass towers in downtown Chicago, 
the telecommunications specialist contemplated her lot 
with satisfaction.
   "Not bad for a second-generation transplant from the 
back alleys of Marseilles," she thought.  "Not bad at 
all."  
   Built from nothing, Devereux Communications was now 
one of the dominant forces in the industry.  A satisfying 
consequences of that was it allowed her and her beloved 
family and friends to live a life of luxury and style in 
their large secluded estate north of the city.
   It also allowed them to discretely follow their very 
unconventional lifestyles, which, she thought with 
glowing contentment, might not always meet the approval 
of their more conservative neighbors.  Or the police, for 
that matter.
   Turning abruptly from the magnificent view of the 
Chicago waterfront, Devereux went to her mahogany desk 
and sat in the plush leather seat.  After sparing a quick 
glance around her elegant office, she pulled a key from a 
small, secret compartment in the desk and unlocked the 
center drawer.  This was where she always kept her 
special things, secret things.  From a stack of slim 
manila envelopes, she took from the drawer one marked 
only by a large red 'F', and carefully opened it.
   Inside the envelope were six single-page personal 
summaries, each with an attached small color photograph 
in the upper left corner.  She saw with satisfaction that 
each photo was the professionally done half-length 
portrait of a beautiful young woman.  She closed the 
drawer and removed all of the files from the envelope.  
She then methodically spread the files out across the 
empty top of the large desk.
   "Now, what choices does she have for us this time?" 
she said softly, her dark eyes glittering slits behind 
the lowered lids.   
   Forthingill was very expensive, but her stock was the 
best in the trade, no question.
   "Where does she find them?" Jacquelyn quietly 
wondered.
   She read each of the files carefully.  After a quick 
deliberation, she selected one and returned the rest to 
the envelope.
   The name at the top of the sheet read "Valentine, 
Athena ****."   The stars were Forthingill's own estimate 
of the girl's suitability to her client's needs.  Four 
stars was the highest rating possible.
   Forthingill always made it a point to guarantee 
nothing.  Her ratings were a measure of potential, and 
that was all.  With human nature, nothing was certain.  
But, her estimates were inevitably quite accurate, and 
well worth the non-refundable, and usually astronomical 
price.
  Jacquelyn went down the girl's statistics: parents 
divorced, lived from early infancy with strict mother, 
equivalent high-school degree based on home tutoring, age 
18, height 5'6", weight 110 pounds, bust 35", waist 22", 
hips 34", hair blonde, eyes blue, no distinguishing 
marks.
   She looked at the girl's portrait again.  "Perfect," 
she thought.  "Just perfect."
 

The Nanny:  Part I

   Athena Valentine, eager young reporter, reviewed hopefully
what she had just written.

   "Sophisticated professional Miss Athena Valentine, only 
18-years old and already a proven expert in the demanding 
field of child-care, watched with wondrous awe as the 
greatest metropolis of the mid-west, the sun-drenched 
city of Chicago, unfolded beneath her window, while the 
gleaming silver airliner made its majestic approach to 
O'Hare International Airport."  

    It sounded good, but she still wondered if this was 
how a na ve teenager fresh from nanny school would really
react to her first sight of Chicago?  At least, that was 
what she hoped her alter-ego would think it would be like.
   Athena looked down at her legal pad in disapproval and 
lined out her first paragraph.  "A journalism major with 
a 3.8 grade-point average and I'm writing this shit," 
she thought with despair.  Some Watergate this was 
turning out to be!  
   She had been working at the Free Press for less than a 
month when her editor called her into his office for a 
talk.  He had been working on an idea that required some 
superb investigative reporting but had been lacking 
someone with the proper skills to make it a reality.
   Her editor had made it sound so exciting.  Her 
assignment would be to go undercover and blow the lid off 
of what he called the 'Nanny Racket'.  He wasn't really 
sure what abuses would be uncovered by her efforts but he 
was absolutely certain there had to be something going 
on.
   He told her it could be as dramatic as covered-up 
child abuse by poorly trained teenagers, or simply just 
another excuse to cause harassed parents to part with 
their money for more expensive schooling their daughters 
would never use.  By following a typical nanny pipeline, 
attending school (there was even one in town!) and 
actually living for a time with a real family, she would 
be the first reporter ever to get to the truth of the 
matter.   
  Visions of a Pulitzer Prize had suddenly dazzled the 
normally level-headed Athena's mind as her editor 
continued.
  Either way, he was convinced that the recent rise in 
the use of nannies by the wealthier members of society 
was sufficient cause for a job of investigative reporting 
on the same level that Woodward and Bernstein of the 
Washington Post conducted on the legendary Watergate 
scandal.
   At the mention of her idols, Woodward and Bernstein, 
Athena's heart started fluttering.  As her editor talked 
about the job, she could already see herself in the TV 
movie based on her exploits.  "My God!" she thought.  
"After what they did with 'All The President's Men', God 
only knows who they would get to play me!"  
   "YES!  Oh, yes!" Athena exclaimed, to the surprise and 
delight of her editor.  If this worked out, perhaps she 
could get a job as the star reporter on a real newspaper!

    After waiting in the boarding area for two hours past 
her departure time, she was beginning to wonder if she 
would ever get there.  Outside the glass terminal hordes 
of mechanics swarmed over the plane to correct what was 
officially announced as a 'minor difficulty'.  "Idiots.  
Who were they trying to fool?" she thought scornfully.
   It had been a rough road, but at last she was here, 
ready to start her new undercover life as a professional 
nanny.  It was such a fantastic opportunity, she could 
hardly believe it had happened to her.  They were 
actually going to pay her to live in (well, near anyway) 
an exciting big city with a wealthy family, and do what 
she enjoyed best, playing the crafty investigator on her 
unsuspecting hosts.  Of course, there was the minor fact 
that she would actually have to take care of little 
children, at least part of the time.  
   "Ugh!" she thought.  It was a draw-back to be sure, as 
she didn't really like the little stinkers, but it was 
the only way she could uncover the secret world of the 
modern nanny.
   One thing about modern nannies she had found out 
already: the pay was excellent.  In fact, she noted with 
chagrin that she was making less as an undercover 
reporter on per diem for the Free Press than as a nanny 
on her first assignment.  This was especially bad the way 
they kept referring at the paper to 'fringe benefits' in 
lieu of pay.
   But, no matter how she looked at this assignment, it 
was perfect for her!  Even her mother would have approved 
of it, if she had been able to tell her.  Because her 
assignment was so secret, she couldn't tell anyone where 
she was going or why.  She could only say that the 
paper's travel section was sending her out of town for a 
couple of months.   
   Now here she was at the airport, a very recent 
graduate of nanny school, or as it was officially known: 
the Miss Forthingill's School of Child Care for the 
Privileged.  It was a terribly exclusive school to get 
into, the most expensive in the state.  She had been very 
surprised to find that her editor, posing as her guardian 
and pulling some strings, had already submitted a false 
past for her and gotten her enrolled even before she had 
agreed to the assignment, the rat!  She hadn't even 
applied and here she was accepted already!  
   While at nanny school, she found that her training, 
and a few other girls', had been somewhat different from 
the other students.  They were always kept apart, and 
their training was much shorter, much more 
individualized.  The one week of schooling seemed a bit 
perfunctory even to Athena, but they said that once they 
were assigned to their families, they would find that 
experience was truly the best teacher.  They seemed to 
focus more on how they should always try to fit in with 
the lifestyles of their new families, no matter how odd 
or eccentric they might seem, rather than on the duties 
of actual child care.
   Although her editor had warned her not to, Athena took 
covert notes like crazy in her journal and hoped to have 
time later to make sense of it all.
   Surprisingly, she and the others of her special 
group were part of the few graduates for whom the school 
had obtained an immediate position directly following 
graduation.  In Athena's case, it seemed the family was 
so eager to have her that they had even sent her an 
airline ticket for the first available flight.
   Athena had wanted to spend some time at home with her 
family before going out on her first assignment, but they 
were in some kind of child-care crisis in Chicago and 
required her services immediately. 

   It was well after midnight when, at last, the boarding 
announcement was made.
   Not sure of what to do and wanting to remain 
inconspicuous, Athena was one of the last passengers to 
board.  She followed the dwindling line of embarking 
passengers down a long corridor and into the plane.  
After showing her pass, the girl was directed to her seat 
in the business class section.
   She knew it was vital for her to be in character at 
all times, even in situations that had nothing to do with 
her assignment.  Her editor had repeatedly warned her 
that she had to preserve her undercover identity at all 
costs, and to consider such things as nanny school and 
this plane trip as an excellent opportunity for practice.
   "If you slip even once, it could cost you the 
assignment," he warned.  "You must never leave your role 
as the innocent 18-year old nanny and become the 
sophisticated 21-year old college graduate."
   "I can do this," she thought.  "I can play the naive 
teenager, out in the world for the first time.  I'll just 
pretend I'm my bubble-headed sister.  Talk about easy!"
   Athena considered her sister Alexis to be the pro-
typical high school bimbo.  If not actually retarded, she 
must have been very close.  She was a real head-turner, 
Athena had to admit, but her lips moved when she read 
anything (which wasn't often).  She hated the idea of 
having to act like that, of using her looks to get what 
she wanted.  It was so demeaning, but this was her chance 
at the big time and she wasn't going to do anything to 
jeopardize it.
   "Why, this isn't crowed at all," she exclaimed, acting 
as if she had never been on a plane before.
   Scattered around the spacious cabin were pairs of 
plush recliners, each pair well separated from the 
others.  The few business class passengers, having 
boarded much earlier, were all settled in and asleep by 
the time Athena made her way into the cabin.
   She acted as if she found the numbers and letters on 
the cabin walls confusing, and she wandered about the 
cabin, waking the occasional passenger and asking them, 
"Is this my seat?"
   When she asked a sweet-looking little old lady who was 
sitting alone, the woman took one startled look up at the 
beautiful apparition which had suddenly appeared as if 
from magic.  She saw a breath-taking teenager with long 
straight blonde hair falling over her shoulders, button 
nose, delightful chest, shapely hips, and wide blue eyes.
   The ancient crone glanced quickly about the cabin, 
then immediately croaked, "Yes!!"  She gestured with a 
withered claw of a hand to the empty seat next to hers.
   "Oh, goody!" said the reporter, trying to act like an 
excited teenager.  "A window seat for my very first 
flight.  How nice!"
   Athena put her purse down and took off her Forthingill 
blazer.  She reached up and tried to place the blazer in 
the storage compartment located over her seat.  It was a 
reach, but she found that by leaning and stretching over 
the old woman she would be able to place her blazer in 
the compartment.  She realized that this must be terribly 
inconvenient to her new companion and repeatedly 
apologized to her about it.  
   The giddy ancient would only respond with a kindly but 
strangely muffled, "That's all right, dear."
   So intent was she on putting her blazer away and so 
nervous that she was finally on the case, Athena didn't 
realize that she was unwittingly pressing her jutting breasts 
tightly against the old woman's face.
   Finally, Athena had made sure her blazer was neat and 
safely put away for the trip.  She was ready to go to her 
seat now, and waited for the old woman to politely rise 
so that she could pass.  Unfortunately, the woman seemed 
quite planted in her seat, and Athena knew that there was 
nothing to do but slide in front of her.
  Murmuring a soft but pointed, "Excuse me!" Athena faced 
forward and, her hands on the seat in front of her, moved 
sideways in front of her companion.  The woman 
violently sneezed just as Athena was directly in front of 
her and Athena felt the woman's head push right onto her 
pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm 
buttocks!
   "Oh!" the startled reporter cried.  Mortified, Athena 
tried to move away but found the woman now held her by 
her skirt in a surprisingly strong grip as she continued 
to violently sneeze.
   Not knowing what else to do, Athena could only wait 
until the old woman finished her sneezing fit.   Each 
sneeze caused the woman to pull down tighter on Athena's 
skirt, until with a final monstrous "Ka-CHU!" the skirt 
fell to the cabin floor.
   Stunned, Athena could only look opened-mouth in horror 
at her fallen skirt.  The woman, after drinking in the 
pert behind thrusting from underneath the starched white 
blouse, placed her trembling hands on the blonde's waist 
and guided the shocked girl over to her seat.  Next, she 
used her blanket to cover the woman's sculptured nylon-
clad legs.
   "Thank you!" Athena was finally able to say.
   The old woman, terribly apologetic, said "I'm so 
sorry!  I'm just a senile old fool.  Please forgive me!" 
as she held the torn garment towards Athena in her 
shaking hands.
   Touched by the very old woman's obvious sincerity, 
Athena could only say, smiling, "It's not your fault, 
really.  I forgive you."  She took her skirt and 
carefully inspected the damage.
   "Oh, thank you!  Thank you!" the old woman beamed.  
"I'm Mrs. Murphy, by the way."
   "Hi!," Athena chirped automatically.  "My name is 
Athena.  Athena Valentine."
   "Lovely name," Mrs. Murphy cooed.
   "Thank you."
   "Can it be fixed?" she timorously asked, as the 
frowning Athena kept looking at the skirt's fastener.
   "Yes, it was just a few buttons.  Do you have a sewing 
kit?"
   "Of course, child.  Listen, since this is your first 
ride in an airplane and since I've cause you more than 
enough trouble, let me look after you this trip.  I've 
flown a great deal and know exactly what to do."
   "Well," Athena said, hesitantly.  "If it wouldn't be 
too much trouble, I would really appreciate that."  She 
knew that her sister was constantly on the look-out for 
people to help her, so her life would be easier by her 
not having to think for herself.
   "Good.  It's settled, then.  So, why don't you lean 
back and take it easy and I'll have this skirt of yours 
fixed in about ten minutes.  How about a drink, while you 
wait?"
   "Yes, thank you.  Any diet soda they have will be just 
fine, but only if it's not too expensive.  I'm on a 
budget."
   "Don't worry, child, it's on me," she said as she rang 
for the steward and, with voice lowered, ordered two 
champagnes.
   "Thank you.  You're being very generous."  
   "Not at all, child.  Now, we must get you all fastened 
in," the old woman stated matter-of-factly as she slid 
her hands under Athena's blanket.
   The old woman proved to be quite fumbled-fingered.  It 
took her some time to locate the far half of Athena's 
seat belt.  She had to run her hand continuously up and 
down Athena's upper leg and hip before she found it.  
Then, she kept dropping the metal end right between her 
thighs, and had to repeatedly reach after it. The 
cringing Athena again and again offered to do it herself 
as she fought to keep from protecting herself, but it was 
obvious to her that Mrs. Murphy was a proud old woman, 
because she wouldn't allow the agitated reporter to help 
her at all.  
   By the time her seat belt was properly fastened, 
Athena was feeling very flushed and embarrassed, in spite 
of Mrs. Murphy's good intentions.
  Still, in exchange for all of her kindness and good 
intentions, Athena felt compelled to tell Mrs. Murphy all 
about herself as a new nanny and why she was going to 
Chicago.  By the time their drinks had arrived she was 
feeling quite thirsty.
   "Oooh, what is this?" she said enthusiastically as she 
could after she tasted the disappointing liquid in the 
tall, fluted glass.
   "It's a special kind of soft drink they have in 
Europe.  I understand it has very few calories."
   "My, it tickles, doesn't it?" Athena giggled, after 
carefully sipping the poor vintage.  "Now why," she 
wondered, "would this nice old lady want to slip someone 
champagne?"
   "Oh, yes.  It surely does.  Now, here's your skirt.  I 
had to use smaller buttons than usual, they were all I 
had, but otherwise it's good as new."
   Athena moved to slip the skirt on under her blanket, 
when the old woman stopped her.  "Oh, no.  You certainly 
don't want to do that."
   "I should go to the rest room, you mean."
   "No, that's not it.  You must leave it off, otherwise 
it will become terribly wrinkled."
   "Oh, my!  I couldn't do that!  I just couldn't!"
   "Well, okay.  At least let me help you get it on, then."
   "NO!"  Athena inadvertently shouted.  After seeing the 
terribly hurt look on the face of her aged companion, she 
softened her protest to, "No, I can do it myself.  
Really."
   She opened her seat belt and, after looking guiltily 
around the cabin, pulled up her skirt over her legs as 
surreptitiously as possible.  Raising herself slightly 
above her seat, she pulled it up over her hips.   She 
tucked in her blouse and attempted to fastened her skirt.
   Athena discovered she had a problem with her skirt's 
new buttons.  They were so small they could hardly stay 
in their holes.  She would have to replace them as soon 
possible after she arrived at her new home.
   She looked over at her companion and saw tears rolling 
down the kindly old woman's face.  "Oh, my!" thought 
Athena.  "I've done a terrible thing.  I must have really 
hurt her, and all she wanted was to help."
   After taking a deep breath and knowing she would 
probably regret this, Athena gently told her, "Tell you 
what, Mrs. Murphy.  You can help me all you like from now 
on, OK?"
   Mrs. Murphy's smile of pure joy lit up the cabin in 
its brilliance.  "I can?  Oh, thank you!  Thank you!" 
gushed the cunning old crone.  "Most won't let me do much 
of anything anymore.  Too old, I guess."
   "Nonsense!  You are just fine.  Here, why don't you... 
fasten my seat belt for me again.  I always have trouble 
with those silly things."  The things she had to do, she 
thought.
   And so it went for the first two hours of the flight.   
Athena surprisingly found her aged business-class 
companion to be truly a joy and a treasure.  When Mrs. 
Murphy wasn't telling her of spellbinding stories of her 
youth (mining gold in the Yukon, movies with Mack 
Sennett), she would always be doing things for her, 
watching over her.  She was such an interesting 
character, Athena could hardly wait to write her into her 
article!  Besides, it felt so nice to be fussed over for 
a change, even if by a total stranger.  Mrs. Murphy was 
always making sure she was properly tucked in and her 
seat belt fastened.  Of course, she had to reach under 
her blanket to do that, and then always had to search 
around some to find the buckle, because the poor dear 
would always keep forgetting where it was.
   It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been so 
funny.  There they would be, quietly laughing in the 
darkened cabin, as the red-faced woman kept feeling 
around in her confusion under Athena's blanket, running 
her hands all over the young woman's nubile body in 
search of the elusive buckle.   Sometimes, in her 
enthusiasm, the woman would mistakenly undo Athena's 
clothing and have an even worse time trying to refasten 
everything once she finally found the buckle.

   Athena realized that the sweet old woman was only 
trying to help her, but her misguided efforts were 
causing Athena all sorts of problems.  The continuous if 
unintentional touching of her body was starting to cause 
her great distress.  The old hands, clumsy with age yet 
surprisingly gentle in their touch, were all over her, 
but seemed mostly to be always fumbling between her 
thighs or brushing over her sensitive breasts, and always 
for the best of reasons.
   It had been cute in the beginning.  This terribly old 
woman, trying her awkward best to be of assistance to the 
naive teenage girl the beautiful 21-year old Athena was 
pretending to be for her story.  
   However, it had now gotten way out of hand, and 
Athena, her mind clouded with fatigue and champagne, 
hadn't the faintest idea of what to do about it.  It was 
her own fault for allowing it to start in the first 
place, she knew.  She did it simply so as not to hurt the 
old lady's feeling, thinking that it would soon be over.  
But, to her surprise, it didn't end!  Mrs. Murphy 
continued to 'help' her again and again.
   Her abused breasts felt swollen inside their cups, the 
nipples incredibly erect.  Her heart was racing madly 
under her heaving chest.  With dismay, she could even 
feel her vaginal fluids start to soak the crotchband of 
her French-cut panties.
   Now the dizzy and confused reporter felt very heated 
and confined inside of her disheveled clothes.  How could 
they let the plane get this warm, she wondered?  She 
could feel the sweat forming along her hairline and 
running between her breasts, yet she hated to give up the 
protection of her blanket, vaguely uneasy at the thought 
of what might happen without it.  
   If she didn't know better, it was almost as if she was 
being deliberately sexually stimulated against her will.  
   She immediately felt ashamed at having such a thought 
about the pathetic old lady.  "She's not evil, for God's 
sake," Athena told herself.  Mrs. Murphy was just 
obviously reaching the lonely end of a very long and 
gaudy life.  She should be pitied, and even humored, not 
feared.
   "It's from being so tired," Athena thought.  "That's 
when the real nutty ideas start to surface."
   Still, it was all terribly embarrassing, Athena 
realized, for her to be feeling so surprisingly tingly 
this way.   If only she weren't so tired and could think 
clearly, she was sure she could find a simple solution to 
this silly dilemma.
   All she had to do was to find a place where she could 
be alone for a while and freshen up a bit.  Some cold 
water on the face and she would be just fine.
   "I know," Athena reasoned.  "I'll just go to the 
restroom.  She could never follow me there!  If I stay 
long enough, Mrs. Murphy will probably just go to sleep, 
anyway.  She is, after all, a very aged individual who, 
if I'm this tired, must be feeling absolutely exhausted."
   "Ah, excuse me, Mrs. Murphy, but I need to use the 
lavatory."  
   "Of course, dearie.  But, hurry back, please.  It will 
be so very lonely sitting here without your kindness and 
understanding."
   Athena, her heart breaking for the lonely old woman,  
took a deep breath, stood and waited for her to move, so 
she could get by her.  Mrs. Murphy, however, had her eyes 
closed and seemed lost in though.
   Feeling very sorry for her, the last thing Athena 
wanted to do now was to disturb this very sad old person.
   "Well, at least she won't bother me this time," Athena 
thought confidently as she started to pass in front of 
Mrs. Murphy.   However, when she was directly in front of 
her aged traveling companion, Athena once again felt 
those surprisingly strong hands on her hips.    
   "Damn!" Athena muttered quietly.  "Not again!"
   "I knew this would happen," she heard Mrs. Murphy 
mutter with disapproval behind her.
   "What happened, Mrs. Murphy?" quietly asked Athena, 
patiently.
   "Your skirt!  I told you that you should have left it 
off, but nobody listens.  Now look at it!  It's nothing 
but a mass of wrinkles, all across the back."
   About to tell her that it was really all right, Athena 
was startled to feel the old woman's hands move briskly, 
lightly brushing the skirt's material up-and-down where 
it covered the rounded contours of her sensitive behind!
   "Oh, my!"  she gasped.  "Mrs. Murphy, what are you 
doing?" Athena whispered fiercely.
   "Getting ride of these foolish and senseless wrinkles 
of yours," the woman replied matter-of-factly.
   "I...I can do that, myself.  Really,"  the blushing 
Athena whispered.
   "Don't be silly.  I'll just smooth it out right here, 
the way we did it before there were irons.  Don't worry, 
my child.  Everything will be fine in just a jiffy."

   So the unsuspecting Athena remained stoically there as 
Mrs. Murphy's hands continued their up-and-down path on  
the back of Athena's skirt, actually rubbing her buttocks 
now as they continued smoothing away the wrinkles.  
What Athena could not see was the look of mad joy on the 
face of the old woman seated behind her, the gleam of 
blatant longing burning in her watery yellow eyes.

   Athena stood patiently, waiting for the woman to hurry 
up and finish.  She hoped fervently that no one was 
watching this.  God only knows what they would think, 
with some old lady brushing her behind like that.  Athena 
stole a quick look around the darkened cabin, but 
everyone appeared fast asleep.  

   While Athena was worried about onlookers, Mrs. Murphy 
changed her tactics.  Her hands were now squeezing more 
than rubbing the tight young ass before her.   

   Uncomfortably aware that something was different, 
Athena wasn't sure what it was.  She tried discretely to 
look down and behind her but couldn't see anything in the 
dark shadows with her limited movement.  She certainly 
didn't want to make a scene for the old woman about 
something so innocent as the unusual way she had of 
removing wrinkles.  Besides, Mrs. Murphy had a kind heart 
and certainly meant well.  Athena knew that, while it was 
certainly embarrassing, she wasn't really hurting 
anything.
   A few moments later Athena stifled a scream when she 
felt the old woman's hands, after reaching the hem of her 
short skirt once again, had somehow slipped under her 
skirt, traveled up the backs of her thighs, and continued 
their rubbing and kneading directly on her sensitive 
panty-clad buttocks.
   "Oh my God!" Athena wailed quietly to herself as she 
tried to cringe from Mrs. Murphy's wrongly-placed hands.  
"She missed!  The old woman missed my skirt!  How could 
she not notice that she missed?"
   Instinctively, Athena tried jerking forward to escape 
the embarrassing hands, but soon found herself leaning 
precariously over the back of the empty seat in front of 
her.   She couldn't believe it!  She had to use her hands 
on the seat's arm rests to keep from toppling over the 
seat back completely and waking the person asleep in the 
next chair.  With her feet dangling uselessly over the 
floor of the airplane and her bottom high in the air 
behind her, she was now completely helpless to the whims 
of the senile old woman, not to mention having her 
defenseless panty-covered bottom totally exposed to 
anyone who cared to flip up her skirt for a look!
   
   A delighted Mrs. Murphy stood up and surveyed with joy 
the delectably tight ass now so prominently displayed by 
the clumsy girl.  After quickly flipping the back of the 
skirt over the girl's hips, she found that during the 
Athena's unexpected jump, the thin elastic waistband of 
her panties had caught on one of Mrs. Murphy's long 
nails.  It had lowered the waistband, so that the upper 
swells of the wondrous buttocks and a tantalizing hint of 
the center crease were now exposed in the dim light.  
Always the most tricky part of a seduction, the 
exquisitely slow, beginning-fall of a girl's panties was 
always to Mrs. Murphy the point of no return.  Once that 
was allowed to happen, they belonged to her, absolutely. 
   "And here the poor girl has done it to herself.  How 
marvelous!" thought Mrs. Murphy.
   While working expertly on the firm buttocks, Mrs. 
Murphy began to cautiously lower the waistband even more.  
When she got the girl used to a certain level, she would 
lower it again.  At the same time, she began touch the 
squirming girl's vulnerable crotchband of her panties.  
Not hearing any protests, she stepped up her expert 
teasing of the panty-covered cunt, and was soon rewarded 
by a steady seepage of vaginal secretions.  Her victim, 
squirming less and less, was ready!   


The Nanny:  Part Two

   Overwhelmed by sensations, her dizziness increased by 
her ridiculous upside-down position, the inexperienced 
Athena no longer had any idea about what was happening 
behind her.  All she knew for certain was that she was 
turning on to the old woman's touch!  She could sense it.  
Her body was responding sexually to the old woman's 
actions!  Athena couldn't believe it.  It wasn't 
possible.  Yet, she knew  for certain that she would 
surely loose control, possible even climax, unless she 
could get away from those hands, and quickly.
Silently, for she was terrified of someone seeing her 
like this, she writhed over the seat back, trying to 
slide sideways for the aisle and thereby escape the hands 
which were unwittingly abusing her bottom so freely.  
But, for all her attempts to escape,  all she managed to 
accomplished was to start unknowingly open her too-small 
skirt buttons.  Soon, only one button held closed the 
waist of the loosened skirt.

   When the panties had been lowered so that the buttocks 
were half-exposed to view, Mrs. Murphy stopped.  She knew 
that the unsuspecting girl could be taken now at any 
time, but she wanted it to it be very special, very 
delicate.  It must happen in the most humiliating way 
possible for the unsuspecting girl.  "Serves her right 
for being so young and beautiful!" Mrs. Murphy madly 
cackled. 
 
   Finally, on the verge of fainting from all that was 
being done to her, Athena felt her skirt being pulled 
back over her raised bottom.  Unbelievably, she heard the 
golden words for which she had been waiting for so long, 
"All done, dear.  You're wrinkle free and good as new."
   "Thank God!" she whispered.  Her ordeal was over!
   Overwhelmed with relief, Athena tried to push herself 
back over the chair.  With horror, she suddenly realized 
that her arms just weren't strong enough, and if she 
tried to pull herself over, she would surely wake the 
person sleeping right next to her.  "Oh, no! It just 
isn't fair!" she moaned.
   With a sinking heart, she realized there was only one 
way to get out of this terrible predicament: Mrs. Murphy!  
   Steeling herself for what was to come, Athena 
whispered as loud as she dared, "Mrs. Murphy?"
   "Yes, dearie.  I'm right here," the old woman said 
quietly.
   "I...I can't get up.  Could you help pull me back, 
please?"
   "Of course, dearie.  Didn't I say I would always be 
here to help you?"
   "Yes, you did.  Thank you."
   Athena stiffened when she felt Mrs. Murphy's hands 
slide under her skirt again and go up to her waist.  She 
couldn't complain to her about it now, because she needed 
her help to get back over the seat before a stewardess or 
passenger came by and saw her. 
   Puzzled, a very nervous Athena felt the woman's hands 
move past her waist under her blouse.  "Now what was she 
up to?" Athena wondered.

   The old woman could feel Athena's body trembling as 
she lightly ran her fingers along the young girl's sweaty 
ribs, tracing each one with a feathery touch as her hands 
continued toward those magnificent teenage breasts.  When 
she finally reached them, her hands were shaking as well.  
She hadn't had such a pretty young thing for many years.  
   She clasped each bra-covered breast firmly, moving her 
thumbs over the quickly erect nipples.
   The dazed Athena was soon gasping for air as Mrs. 
Murphy continued to unmercifully tease her hyper-
sensitive nipples through the confining bra.
   "OOOhhh," Athena involuntarily moaned.  "What are you 
doing?" the dazed reporter asked as she felt her blouse 
being pulled out of her skirt.  She just had to get away.  
She had to get to the restroom, it was her only hope!
   
   Mrs. Murphy, finally satisfied at Miss Valentine's 
condition, moved her hands to the girl's narrow waist and 
easily pulled her over the seat back.
   Athena, completely dazed and disoriented by her 
experience, could only stand trembling for a moment, 
trying to get her breath back.  She vaguely felt the 
woman's hands slide back down her hips.  What she didn't 
notice was that her panties had slid down with them, and 
were now puddled uselessly around her ankles.
   Suddenly Athena felt a surprising chill.  She didn't 
know from what. Athena pressed her hands against the 
sides of her head, trying to steady her spinning mind.  
She couldn't think anymore.  "Oh, I feel so dizzy," she 
moaned.
   She felt very close to fainting.  "OOOhhhh!" the very 
light-headed Athena moaned as swayed back and forth.  "I 
don't feel well!"
   Mrs. Murphy took the befuddled girl by the hips and 
slightly walked her first one way and then another, until 
she noticed the panties fall off the girl's ankles and 
onto the floor.
   After kicking the panties away, Mrs. Murphy reached 
under the pulled-out blouse, slid her hands around the 
girl's smooth torso, and placed them on the girl's bra-
covered breasts.  She contentedly kneaded the firm 
mammaries, occasionally pinching the jumping girl's 
lovely hard nipples through the bra.  She didn't stop 
until a sufficiently recovered Athena anxiously pulled 
the old woman's hands away from their intimate touching.
   "Hey!  That wasn't right!" an indignant Athena 
sputtered quietly.
   "It's what they taught us to do in the WPA," said a 
sweetly smiling Mrs. Murphy.  "Worked, didn't it?  Are 
you still dizzy?"
   "Well, no.  I'm not," a surprised Athena admitted, 
although her breathing was very rapid.  Still, her poor 
breasts felt like they had swollen to twice their size.  
Her bra was squeezing them like two large hands, which 
caused her nipples to ache.  She just had to get to a 
restroom!
   "I'm going to the restroom now," Athena announced 
firmly, feeling on the verge of a nervous breakdown.  She 
had to get away from those innocent, wandering hands that 
were driving her crazy.
  "I don't see why not," said Mrs. Murphy.  "You're old 
enough."
   In the aisle, Athena stood for a moment trying to 
steady herself on what now seemed to her like very, very 
high heels.  As she took a step she faltered and 
unexpectedly sat down on the armrest of an occupied seat 
on the aisle.  Desperate to get away before she disturbed 
the sleeping passenger, Athena didn't feel her skirt 
catching around the armrest, or the popping open of the 
last button before it finally came free.

   The woman smiled as she watched the girl stagger 
toward the business-class lavatories with her skirt 
barely clinging to her hips.  "A few more steps, and it 
will be gone," the woman thought happily, as she looked 
around the plane to see if anyone was watching, not that 
she really cared.  The cabin was peaceful and dark, with 
everyone obviously sleeping.  "Too bad," she whispered, 
chuckling evilly.  "They're missing quite a show."  
   Her sharp eyes went back to the weaving girl.  

   "God!  What has that senile old woman done to me?" 
Athena wondered.  Her mind was so clouded that she could 
hardly make out anything that wasn't right in front of 
her.  Her body was positively tingling, especially her 
aching breasts.  Even her terribly sensitive pussy seemed 
affected by all that had happened.  She had never felt so 
aroused, so sexually turned on in her life!  Was it 
because of the bad champagne she had drunk earlier?  It
must have been.  Surely it wasn't from the old woman who 
was just trying to help her?
   She continued slowly weaving down the aisle, using  
seats for support, not sure if she could even make it.  
She was totally unaware that the only thing holding up 
her skirt was the gentle swell of her hips and buttocks.  
For every step she took, her skirt slipped down a tiny 
bit, until it rode very low on her hips, indeed.
   Only four steps from the cross-hallway containing the 
lavatories, Athena needed to stop a moment.  Her 
dizziness had returned, and seemed even worse than 
before.  Too much had happened to her, and her nervous 
system was just about overwhelmed.
   Athena leaned against a storage compartment, gathering 
her strength for the final part of her journey.  Already, 
in just the short time she had been away from her sad 
companion, she felt better, her body a little more under 
control.  Athena was vaguely aware that something about 
her skirt wasn't right, but she was sure it could wait 
until she was in someplace private.  If only her head 
didn't spin so much!  
   She checked the lavatory indicator signs and 
thankfully noticed that all were unoccupied.  As she 
resumed her walk, her skirt caught a loose buckle from 
the storage compartment and slid unnoticed to the floor.
   Completely naked from the waist down, Athena stepped 
over what she thought was a blanket someone had tossed 
into the aisle and continued into the first lavatory she 
found.
   She closed the folding door and changed the sign on 
the lock to 'Occupied.'  The bright lavatory lights came 
on and painfully blinded her.  Even with that discomfort, 
though, Athena breathed a sigh of relief.  She could 
finally relax.
   Already, Athena knew that this was going to be good 
for her.  Even now, she felt cooler than she had all 
evening.  It was wonderful!  OK, so she would have to 
keep her eyes closed because of the light.  She still 
wished she could stay here the entire flight and enjoy 
the coolness.
   The light still being very painful to her, Athena with 
eyes closed took a deep breath, then began feeling around 
for the toilet.  Quickly finding it, she turned to sit on 
the closed metal lid.  There she would wait for her head 
and body to return to normal.
  But the moment her behind hit the seat she jumped up 
and shivered.  Suddenly, she was covered in goose bumps!  
She was freezing!  Why the hell was she so cold?  After 
all, she was dressed, wasn't she?  
   She shielded her eyes and looked down in the painful 
glare.  Her jaw dropped in shock as she found herself 
staring at her trimmed blonde pubic triangle, glowing in 
the bright light just below her blouse.  Her skirt was 
gone, and so were her panties!  In disbelief that such a 
catastrophe could actually happen to her, she quickly she 
slid her hands down her hips.  In absolute horror, all 
she could feel was herself.   
   "Oh my God!!"  It was true!  She frantically looked 
around the small compartment, but it was empty.  Her 
missing clothes were not there.  Athena moved to open the 
door, then remembered her condition.  She unbuttoned her 
blouse, pulled it off her shoulders, and wrapped it 
around her front.   Using one hand to hold her blouse in 
place, she opened the lavatory door enough to stick her 
head out, and quickly checked the hall outside the 
lavatory, but the floor there was also clear.
   In disgust, she closed the door and tried to think of 
what had happened.  It was her own stupid fault, of 
course.  She had gotten so worked up about that foolish 
old woman that she forgot to take care of herself.  Now 
she was trapped in an airplane bathroom, still reeling 
from bad champagne and naked from the waist down!  Her 
face burned red from the embarrassment!.
   She thought about calling the stewardess for help, but 
that idea lasted for only a moment.  What would she tell 
her?  How could she ever explain this?  "My skirt got  
ripped by this woman and she tried to fix it, and I was 
drinking and...."  God, who would believe her?  It sounded 
crazy, even to her.  
   Desperately, Athena looked around for something to 
cover herself with better than her blouse, which no 
matter how she arranged it, still left a lot of her body 
showing.  She needed something better, so that she could 
go back and look for her missing clothes.
  All she had available to use were paper towels.  Damn!  
She put aside the blouse and carefully spread out several 
towels on the toilet seat, making sure it was covered 
with at least two layers.  With a sigh, she sank defeated 
on the cold metal seat, and draped her blouse over her 
naked legs for warmth.
  Athena put her head in her hands and began to cry.  Her 
mind was too clouded to think of any way out of the mess 
she, an intelligent woman, had gotten herself into.

   When the girl turned the corner, with the agility of a 
cat, the old woman scooped the panties off the floor and 
brought them up to her nose.  She inhaled deeply, 
savoring the delectable aroma of youth.  They all seemed 
to have a different smell to them.  But the smell was 
always sweeter when they looked like Athena.  As she 
walked toward the lavatories, she inhaled again.  Sweet, 
indeed.
   As she neared the lavatories, Mrs. Murphy picked up 
Athena's skirt.  Soon she stood in front of the only 
closed bathroom door.  After licking her lips, she called 
out quietly, "Athena, dear, are you in there?"
   The girl's head quickly jerked up.  "Yes!" she said 
nervously, making sure the door was truly locked.
"What is it?"  Athena really wanted to tell her to just 
go away, but what if Mrs. Murphy had found her missing 
clothes?  
   The old woman decided to torture the girl a little.
"Why don't you come back to your seat so we can talk?" 
   "I can't," Athena replied, sounding totally defeated..  
"Just leave me alone, please.  I'll be out in a few 
minutes." 
   Athena stood and looked at her reflection with disgust 
in the mirror over the sink.  "What a sight!" she 
thought.  "The star investigative reporter (what a 
joke!), herself half-exposed, and trapped in an airplane 
bathroom.  This couldn't get any worse!"
   "Why can't you come out, child?"  Mrs. Murphy hadn't 
had this much fun in months.
   Athena had to tell her.  There was no other way, 
because she just couldn't do this alone.  In spite of all 
the trouble her aged companion had caused her, Athena 
knew that Mrs. Murphy actually wanted to help her, even 
if her efforts usually ended in complete disaster.
   "It's very embarrassing," she finally whimpered.  
"I...I've lost my...my skirt and panties.  I don't know 
where.  Can you please help me find them?" 
   Athena fought back the tears that were slowly building 
up in her eyes again.  Never had she been so embarrassed, 
or humiliated in her life, having to beg for help from a 
senile old woman who couldn't even take care of herself, 
because she somehow had lost half her clothes on an 
airplane.
   "You poor thing.  So, you're the one these belonged 
to.  I found them in the middle of the aisle, right by 
our seats, and was just on my way to take them to a 
stewardess to put in their lost-and-found."  
   "Oh, no!  Don't do that!" shouted Athena through the 
door, frightened with visions of being trapped half-naked 
forever in this small lavatory. 
   "You don't have to yell.  I'm not deaf, at least not 
yet."
   Athena couldn't believe what she heard.  Mrs. Murphy 
had her missing clothes right outside the door, and she 
was upset because of a raised voice.  "I'm...I'm very 
sorry.  I didn't mean to yell at you."
  "Apology accepted.  Now, let me in and I'll give them 
to you," the woman said gleefully.
  Athena debated quickly if she should open the door in 
just her bra, but decided the chance of someone passing 
by was just too great.  She put on her blouse and so 
hastily buttoned it that she did it incorrectly, but, 
rather than take precious time to redo it, figured there 
would be plenty of time later to fasten them correctly.
  She stood close behind the wall next to the door, then 
leaned in front of the door by bending at the waist.  
That way, the most anyone would see of her would be her 
head and shoulders.  She would appear fully dressed to 
anyone passing by.
   Athena, of course, forgot about the mirror on the wall 
behind her.
   She opened the door just a little, and peeked out.   
Satisfied that the woman did in fact have her clothes, 
she extended her opened hand through the narrow opening.    
   "Thanks," Athena said.  "You're a life saver."
   The old woman had a clear view of the mirror through 
the partially opened door, and savored the sight of the 
young woman's firm buttocks, gleaming in the harsh light 
of the lavatory.
   "No, I'd better help you," Mrs. Murphy said, as she 
brushed aside the hand and boldly forced open the door of 
the lavatory.  
   She walked into the small compartment.  "You might 
have torn something," she explained.  We don't want you 
to lose them again, now do we?" 
   Startled at this unwelcome intrusion, Athena backed up 
against the counter, and gasped when she felt the cold 
metal on her bare buttocks.  But to her dismay, Mrs. 
Murphy kept coming towards her until she had driven the 
girl up on the counter.  Athena now was half sitting, 
half standing in the small bathroom, using her hands to 
cover her small blonde muff. 
   "Look, I'm sure they are fine," Athena panted, still 
trying to get her breath back after being shocked by the 
cold metal.  "Could you please, please just leave them on 
the counter and hurry back to your seat?  Please?  Oh, 
God!  The door's still open!"
   "Oh, don't be silly.  Everyone is fast asleep.  
Besides, all they could see is me here in the door way.  
Look, the room is way to small for us both.  Now, the 
sooner you let me help you, the sooner we can get you 
dressed and go back to our seats."
   "OK, OK!" Athena gasped, frantic with worry that 
someone might see her.  "You can help.  Now, my skirt!"
   "Let's fix that top first."
   "What?"
   "Your top isn't right.  It needs fixing."
   "Oh, God!" Athena groaned.  She felt she was close to 
fainting from the shear tension of being without her 
clothes.  She knew that the stubborn old woman would 
never quit until she had her own way.  They could land 
like this and she would still be standing there, 
patiently arguing with her.  Athena knew she just had to 
give in, otherwise she would never get dressed!
   Athena looked nervously at the woman, but knew she had 
no choice.  
   "OK!" she whispered fiercely.  "Fix it!  Fix anything 
you like!  But, please hurry up.  You don't know how 
embarrassing this is for me, to be dressed like this." 
   "Why are you embarrassed?  You look just fine.  Now, 
put your hands down so I can reach all the buttons and 
I'll fix that blouse of yours."
   "Oh, God!" she moaned, and very reluctantly lowered 
her protecting hands.  Athena waited nervously, half-
sitting on the small, metal counter, with her hands 
flapping uselessly at her sides.  She was  waiting for a 
sick old woman to help her straighten her blouse, so she 
could finally get her panties and skirt from her.  It was 
insane!
   "You look tired dear.  Why don't you close your eyes 
and I'll have this blouse fixed in no time?"
   Athena suddenly felt very tired.  To take a nap here 
though?  She just didn't know.  Athena knew she hadn't 
been thinking clearly for some time now.  She was still 
dizzy and all of this anxiety had worn her nerves to a 
frazzle.  Perhaps Mrs. Murphy was right after all.  She 
desperately needed to relax.  With her eyes closed maybe 
the room wouldn't spin so much.  Besides, it would 
probably made the ordeal seem to go by that much quicker 
if she didn't have to watch Mrs. Murphy painfully 
fumbling with her clothes.  Athena, praying that no one 
would walk by, leaned back against the wall and closed 
her eyes.

    "Ah, at last!" mouthed Mrs. Murphy silently.  This 
was what she had been waiting for all evening, to get her 
hands on this vulnerable young beauty in front of her. 

   Athena waited for the woman to quickly fix her top.  
It seemed to be taking forever, though.  The woman would 
button it, then unbutton it all the way down, then say, 
"I don't seem to be any better at it than you, dear." 
   The girl, her mind trying to get a grip on reason in a 
room that insisted on spinning slowly, could only listen 
to the old woman as those fumbling hands seemed to always 
end up on her sensitive breasts, with those old fingers 
tugging at her bra straps, or on the lacy cups.  Athena 
jumped as the fingers always ended up rubbing against her 
nipples, which seemed to be very susceptible to the 
touching, and hard.
   Athena eventually passed a pleasant threshold where 
Mrs. Murphy and what she was doing with her seemed very 
far away, and didn't really have anything to do with her 
at all.  Now feeling safely distant, Athena began 
enjoying the expert manipulation of her breasts, which 
was sending strong sexual tingles through-out her 
beautiful body.
 
   Mrs. Murphy, watching the girl's face for a reaction 
to her actions, finally found what she had been waiting 
for.  She left the blouse unbuttoned and pushed it off 
the girl's shoulders.  It sank down on the counter around 
the girl's wrists, leaving her totally naked expect for a 
tiny bra and a sexy pair of black pumps.  Her educated 
fingers glided over the now-exposed wonderful flesh above 
Athena's waist. 

   Athena shivered as she suddenly got another surprising 
chill.  Her breasts were practically glowing with 
pleasure from all of the old woman's fumbling.  She 
wasn't sure why that should be so, but in her current 
detached frame of mind she really didn't care.  Her bra 
seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.  It must be  
just her imagination, she thought.  Her breasts couldn't 
be getting bigger.  
   She had to fight an insane urge to take her bra off 
right in front of the old woman, and touch her own 
tingling tits.  Why did they feel so good right now of 
all times? she wondered. 
   In fact, Athena's whole upper body felt like it was 
being teased by tiny feathers, running along her skin.  
It felt so good she didn't want it to end.  She thought 
about opening her eyes but she was just too comfortable, 
and she knew that nothing but Mrs. Murphy was happening 
anyway.  Besides, she didn't want to embarrass the woman 
while she was trying to help her. 

   The old woman hands worked their magic up and down the
Athena's glowing upper body.  Lightly, she ran her 
fingers over the firm flesh, until by the feel of her 
heated skin she knew it was time.  Mrs. Murphy put both 
hands on the front clasp of Athena's bra and opened it.  
The girl's breasts seemed to explode from the cups, first 
shaking and bouncing, then settling slightly, with the 
cups just clinging to the hard nipples poking against 
them.  

   All Athena seemed to notice was that her bra wasn't so
terribly tight anymore.  It felt so good that she took 
several deep breaths, rejoicing at the lack of 
constraint, at the same time Mrs. Murphy pushed the bra 
straps off her shoulders.  The bra quickly joined her 
blouse, bunched up around the now totally nude girl's 
wrists.

   The old woman knew she didn't have much time.  There 
was bound to be someone that would want to use the 
restroom and ruin her fun.  So, she had to move a little 
faster than normal.  Quickly, she grabbed the young 
woman's  breasts and squeezed the firm young flesh 
between her fingers.  When the only reaction she got was 
a sweet low moan, she began to tease Athena's nipples 
until the girl started to wiggle around on the counter 
and automatically push her chest towards her.

   What was happening to her? Athena wondered.  Her head 
was now spinning out of control, and her tits felt like 
someone was really playing with them, especially her 
nipples.  Her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own.  
They had never felt so hard or alive.  She could even 
feel her pussy getting wet!  That's not what she needed 
now, with this woman standing right in front of her 
trying to button her blouse.  Athena tried to reconnect 
with the real world, but found it very hard to do so.  
She tried briefly to open her eyes but the harsh light 
blinded her again and made her feel even dizzier.  She 
knew she had to get dressed and back to her seat, before 
she was too dizzy to stand up.
   "Please hurry!  I'm getting a little dizzy for some 
reason," Athena said almost to low for the woman to 
heard.
   "Just got it.  Now if you would stand up, we can see 
what we can do about your panties and skirt."
   "Oh, thank you."  Mrs. Murphy told her the blouse was 
done, and that was good enough for her.  
   Eyes still closed, Athena tried to stand, but she 
teetered forward against the old woman in front of her, 
and left her bra and blouse behind her on the floor.  
  "Oops a daisy," Mrs. Murphy said.
   Athena could feel the old woman wrap her arms around 
her waist and spin her around.  Athena didn't even sense 
that now the old woman was in the center of the restroom 
and she was outside of her, facing the open doorway, 
without a stitch of clothing on but her sexy little 
pumps.  She sensed that if the old woman had let go of 
her, she would certainly have toppled over.  As she had 
always know, Mrs. Murphy was truly her guardian angel!

   Mrs. Murphy took one hand and skillfully ran it down 
the befuddled reporter's shapely buttocks, then between 
her legs, and rested it directly on her vulva.

   Athena's mind clear for an instant from the touch.  
"Oh!  What are you doing?" she gasped in surprise.
   "Be quiet child.  You wouldn't want me to put your 
panties on with you being so wet would you?"  the old 
woman said as she quickly slid one finger in the steaming 
girl's pussy.
   As quickly as her mind had cleared, it fogged over 
again.  The old woman was right, of course.  If she put 
her panties on when she was so wet, they would be so 
uncomfortable.  The woman was so nice to be helping her 
like this.
   "Thanks," Athena answered.  She moved forward slightly 
and was now standing right in the lavatory's open 
doorway.  If anyone had come across the scene, they would 
have seen a naked young woman standing in the doorway of 
an airplane restroom arching her back.  They wouldn't 
have seen an old woman behind her, smiling as her slid 
two more fingers inside the girl's pussy, fucking her 
slowly.

   Mrs. Murphy worked her fingers into the girl's pussy 
with perfect motion.  Athena never knew why she was 
getting wetter instead of drier as the woman helped her.  
All she knew was she was getting even dizzier and her 
breathing was becoming more staggered.  If there wasn't a 
kind old woman behind her trying to help her, she would 
swear there was something moving in and out of her pussy. 
   Athena had to lean forward, she was getting so dizzy.  
Bending forward at the waist, with her hands on her 
knees, she breathed deeply, trying to clear her head and 
ignore the powerful sensation that was rapidly building 
between her legs.

   Seeing the naked girl bend over was just too perfect, 
thought Mrs. Murphy.  The old woman gently pushed on the 
small of the girl's back until she took two steps 
forward.  Now the pretty young woman was halfway out the 
doorway, bent over, her naked top half hanging out into 
the aisle, with her pretty breasts pointing down at the 
floor.  It gave anyone who cared a lovely look at the 
topless Athena.
   "You'll need to bend a little lower," Mrs. Murphy 
ordered, as she pushed the girl's shoulders down.  All 
Athena knew was that she had to obey, so she slowly bent 
forward until she lost her balance and ended up with her 
hands flat on the floor.  Now she was almost completely 
in the hall outside the lavatory.  The only thing hidden 
was a small part of her behind.  No one could see Mrs. 
Murphy standing behind the girl, plunging three fingers 
in and out of Athena's pretty blonde muff. 
   The old woman put her free hand between the girl's 
legs and rubbed Athena's clit as she continued her slow 
fucking of the girl's pussy.  
   "OH!" gasped her naked prey.
   The blood ran quickly to Athena's head, making her 
more dizzy than ever.  The terrific pressure building 
between her legs was making her weak at the knees.  
Slowly but surely she sank toward the floor, until she 
was on her hands and knees, panting like a dog.
   Mrs. Murphy gave the girl's vulnerable clit one gentle 
pinch.  The blood shot straight to her pussy as her whole 
body shook violently with the orgasm.  
   Athena Valentine then slumped to the floor on her 
stomach, and fainted.

The Nanny:  Part Three

   The old woman licked Athena's vaginal fluids off her 
fingers, and smiled.  It was so much sweeter when they 
were pretty, the old woman thought.
   She moved to the unconscious Athena's side and gently 
flipped her over onto her back.  Mrs. Murphy took a 
moment to savor the exquisite sight of the beautiful nude 
sprawled helpless on the dirty airplane carpet.  If she 
never took another girl, this victory would be enough to 
last for her few remaining years.
   She bent down to drag Athena back into the lavatory.  
Before she did though, she looked down the aisle to see 
if anyone was lucky enough to the naked girl's sexy 
little exhibition.  On both sides of the short hall, 
sweaty faces, both male and female, lined the corners.  
Mrs. Murphy immediately recognized them as her fellow 
business-class passengers.  "Why, those cunning devils," 
she thought gleefully.  "They must have been secretly 
watching me and the girl all the time."
   The old woman smiled kindly at each side.  This is 
something they'll never forget either, she thought, 
laughing, as she dragged the unconscious Athena back into 
the lavatory by her feet.
   Mrs. Murphy happily cleaned the girl as best she 
could.  She gave Athena's nipples one more little tug 
before putting on the bra and blouse.  She then dipped 
her fingers in the young woman's pussy and swirled them 
around, wetting them.  She just had to taste the sweet 
nectar one more time.  The old woman licked the juice 
from her fingers, still amazed at how pure Athena's cunt 
was.  Sighing, she put on the girl's panties and skirt, 
then left her, still unconscious, sitting on the toilet.  
Feeling the success of a job well done, she strutted 
proudly back to her seat.

   Athena eyes popped open.  Whit a panicked look, she 
put her hands down to cover her crotch, thinking she was 
still naked. She was tremendously relieved to find that 
she was now completely dressed.  It had all just been a 
terrible, fantastic dream!  She wasn't trapped half-naked 
in the bathroom at all.
   Just to make sure, she checked everything: blouse, 
skirt, panties, and bra.  She had them all, and in good 
condition, too.  Except her panties, which were a little 
soiled in the crotch band.
   "God.  It had all seemed so real, too," she thought.  
She would have sworn that she had actually been naked 
only a few minutes ago.  "Wow!" she said.  "No more 
airline champagne!"  Her pussy did feel a little funny, 
and her nipples were slightly hard, but they always did 
when she drank.
   Athena was happy to see that when she got up she 
wasn't dizzy anymore.  In fact, except for feeling 
surprisingly tired, she felt rather good.  She looked in 
the mirror and was shocked at how messy she looked. 
   "Well, what did you expect after hiding out in a 
lavatory for God knows how long," she told her 
reflection.  She reached down and straightened
her blouse, then ran her fingers through her hair.  She  
looked a little better, but she'd be happier when they 
landed and she could get to her luggage and change out of 
her clothes.  They felt dirty to her for some reason.
   Walking back to her seat, she passed one of the 
business-class passengers, a smart-looking business woman 
in her 40s who seemed to be staring at her.  The look on 
her face made Athena feel like she was naked.  She 
blushed and instinctively brought one arm up to cover her 
breasts and the other she hung down in front of her 
crotch.  She could even feel her staring at her behind 
long after she had passed her.
   "Well, hi there," chirped Mrs. Murphy.  "I thought 
you'd died in there. I almost had the stewardess go to 
see if you were all right," Mrs. Murphy said, smiling up 
at girl.
   "That was Mrs. Murphy all over," thought Athena as she 
smiled back at her guardian angle.  "Always watching out 
for me."
   Athena told the grinning old woman, "You needn't have 
worried.  I wasn't gone that long.  Only a few minutes, 
is all," she answered.
  "No, dear.  You've been gone for almost an hour."
  "Are you sure?"  Athena replied, shocked she had been 
sitting in there for so long.
   "Quite sure."
   It must have been that drink, she thought.  "I must 
have fallen asleep in there, " she said trying to laugh 
as she said it.  She had never done that before and it 
worried her.
   "Well, don't let it concern you.  Have a seat, we'll 
be landing in about three hours or so," Mrs. Murphy said 
helpfully, getting up so that Athena could pass.
   She was relieved that the woman finally allowed her to 
pass.  Athena felt completely exhausted.  She was in no 
mood to have the woman's hands on her again, ever!  All 
she wanted to do was collapse in her own chair, and sleep 
for the remainder of the fight.
   Just before she drifted off, she carefully checked all 
her clothing under the blanket, just to make sure she 
really wasn't missing anything.  
   Sighing, she quietly said to herself, "I'll sure be 
glad when this flight is over!"
  "My God," she thought, as she reviewed her recent 
association with her unusual traveling companion.  "I 
hadn't realized just how confused the old woman actually 
was!"  It was truly amazing to her that Mrs. Murphy was 
allowed to wander freely about the country like this.  
"The crazy old loon belongs in a home!" she thought 
bitterly.
   Yet, in spite of everything that happened, Athena 
found she still couldn't remain angry at her for very 
long.  At this point in the old woman's life, Athena knew 
she was like a very young if dangerous child, and 
therefore not really responsible for her actions.   Yet, 
her kindly personally, carried over from her younger 
years, just refused to quit.  She would try so hard to be 
of help to her, and become so disappointed when it rarely 
ever worked, that Athena's heart still flowed with 
sympathy for the remarkable old woman.
   Her last memory of her before sleeping was that of the 
old woman sweetly telling her again that she would be 
taking care of her all through the remainder of the 
flight, and not to worry about a thing.  How lucky could 
she be, to have such a wonderful traveling companion, a 
borderline dementia case if ever there was one, on her 
first real assignment?  No doubt about it, Mrs. Murphy 
was going to make a great character!
  She could only hope that her new employers, her new 
family as Forthingill would rather say, would prove to be 
equally colorful, if hopefully a little less confused and 
certainly a lot less 'helpful'.

   A short time later, Mrs. Murphy looked at her deeply 
sleeping companion, and smiled.  It was an intensely 
cruel, wicked smile, and it would have scared anyone who 
saw it.  "Now," she thought.  "Now we can begin, again."
   She lifted up the blanket and saw that she was 
completely dressed.  "Don't people undress to sleep 
anymore?" the old woman muttered.  Well, now she would be 
able to do it all over again, she thought, as she removed 
the blanket and placed it on the floor.
 
   Mrs. Murphy had Athena's blouse and skirt off, and was 
in the process of pulling the girl's opened bra down her 
arms when she felt something pressing against her from 
the aisle.  Turning, she saw the angry face of a pretty 
stewardess hovering over hers.
   "Is there something going on here?" the stewardess 
quietly demanded, her hands on her hips.  Her name tag 
read 'Jenny Jones'.
   The old woman stared boldly into her eyes as her left 
hand flashed up the unsuspecting woman's skirt and 
pinched the tender, pouting flesh of her vulva in a grip 
of iron.  She watched confidently as Jenny's eyes first 
registered shock and then pain as they began filling with 
tears. 
   "Say nothing or you'll lose it!" Mrs. Murphy whispered 
intensely as she tightened her grip on the stunned 
stewardess's pain-filled crotch.
   The cringing Jenny's head became a blur in agreement.  
   "My bitch and I would like some time to ourselves, if 
you don't mind," hissed Mrs. Murphy.  "Unless you'd care 
to join us.  Eh, dearie?" the leering ancient whispered 
as she gave the stunned woman's sensitive flesh a gentle 
message through her pantyhose.  "No?" she said and gave 
Jenny an extra hard squeeze before letting go.
    The stewardess, holding onto her wounded crotch with 
both hands, ran squealing up the aisle.
   "Now we'll be left alone, my lovely," crooned Mrs.
Murphy softly to her sweetly sleeping prey as she 
returned 
to her work.  She replaced the girl's blanket to avoid 
any further interruptions from busy-bodies.  Soon the old 
woman was once again happily at work undressing the 
unaware reporter.
   
   Athena woke up to the unaccustomed feel of her stiff 
nipples rubbing on the rough airline blanket.  "What a 
dream!" she said.
   She looked sleepily at the seat back in front of her 
and saw with a shock of recognition her clothes all 
neatly folded over the top.  Not believing what she saw, 
she looked under the blanket.  "OH MY!" she gasped.  "I'm 
naked!"   
   That damned old woman had managed to take all of her 
clothes off her during the night.
   "Mrs. Murphy!," she sputtered indignantly to the 
grinning old crone, as she held her inadequate blanket 
tightly around her.  "What have you done?"
   "Didn't want your nice clothes to get all wrinkled, 
did ya?" Mrs. Murphy gibbered, a thin stream of saliva 
trickling down the left corner of her mouth.  "Can't 
sleep in your clothes, 'taint right!  So, I fixed you up, 
yes ma'am, that I did."
   Athena looked around her in horror.  It was already 
morning, and in the sun-lit cabin the stewardesses were 
clearing everyone's breakfast things and generally 
preparing the cabin for the plane's final decent into 
Chicago.
   Athena knew she hadn't a moment to loose!  She 
couldn't go to one of the rest rooms, not in this 
blanket.  
So, she had to get dressed right here in the seat.   She 
let go of her blanket to carefully reach up and grab the 
pile of her clothes from the top of the seat in front of 
her.  
   Athena let out a stifled squeal as Mrs. Murphy said,  
"Here, let me help you," and pulled the blanked 
completely from her body.
   "No!" Athena gasped as she dropped her clothes to the 
floor and silently fought the old woman for possession of 
her only covering.  She finally pulled the blanket from 
the grasp of the hurt-looking old woman and carefully 
tucked it around her naked body once again.
   The small blanket would merely cover her front and 
sides, so she could only lean over very slightly to avoid 
showing too much of her naked skin while she searched for 
her things.  She lowered her right arm as far as she 
could and started desperately to feel the floor around 
her seat for her missing clothes.
   "Oh, no!" she breathed.  To her horror, she found 
that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy, 
her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor.  
She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and 
was in the process of looking for her underwear when she 
felt a familiar bump.
   She looked out of her window and saw the runway
racing by.  "Oh, God!" she moaned.  They were already on 
the ground and she was still naked underneath the 
blanket.
   She had to get dressed, she just had to!
   Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into it 
underneath the blanket.  By the strange way it fitted, 
she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong but at that 
point she didn't care as she slipped her skirt up her 
legs.  Rising slightly, she pulled her skirt over her 
hips as the plane came to a stop at their gate's extended 
walkway.  The passengers were all standing now, 
retrieving their luggage from the overhead compartments 
as Athena swiftly tucked her mis-buttoned blouse into 
her skirt and fastened it.  
   Mrs. Murphy swiftly gathered her things and, with a 
hurried "Bye, now!" to the distressed woman, quickly 
scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin.
   Athena looked around frantically for the rest of her 
things, but could only find her shoes.  All of her other 
clothes were not to be found anywhere.  She thought of 
asking one of the kind stewardesses for help, but was too 
embarrassed.  She waited in her seat until the passengers 
had all left and started searching the other rows for her 
missing things.
   A stewardess walked over to where she was frantically 
searching.
   "Did you lose something, Miss?"
   "Uh, no!  Nothing at all!" Athena cried, blushing at 
the thought of how undressed she felt without her 
underthings.  "I was just... Uh, just making sure I hadn't 
forgotten anything, that's all."
   "Fine.  You must leave the plane now, miss.  If you 
find anything missing, you can always check with the 
airline's 'lost and found' office located just outside 
the baggage claim area."
   "Yes, thank you."  Athena gathered up her purse from 
the seat pocket and her jacket from the overhead 
compartment.  Carrying her blazer, she dejectedly walked 
out of the aircraft and down the long empty corridor of 
the walkway.  She was acutely conscious of the 
unaccustomed movement of her breasts underneath her 
wrongly buttoned prime white blouse, the painful rubbing 
of her nipples against the heavily starched material.     
Once inside the terminal, she could feel the cooled air 
against her bare legs and even up her short skirt!
   She had to retrieve her suitcases and find some undies 
before she did anything else. 
   Inside the deserted passenger reception area, she 
found that only she and a rather severe-looking young 
woman dressed in a chauffeur's uniform were left in the 
area.  Athena looked over the confusing array of signs to 
try and figure out how to find the baggage area but was 
still so distressed over what had just happened to her 
that she failed miserably.  She was getting ready to have 
a good cry when the woman came over to her and held up a 
sign with "A. Valentine" neatly printed in bold black 
letters across the white surface of the sign.
   "Athena?" the woman hesitantly asked.
   Holding back her tears, Athena managed to quietly sob 
out a faint, "Yes?"
   "Thank goodness it's you.  I was beginning to think I 
had missed you.  I'm Becky.  I'm the driver from the 
Devereux estate.  I'm your ride."
   Without hesitation, the sobbing Athena, overcome with 
relief, dropped her things and threw her arms tightly 
around her rescuer. 
   "Whoa!  Bad trip, uh?" the woman asked dryly as she 
dropped her sign and placed her arms firmly around the 
back of the sobbing woman.  She pressed Athena tightly 
towards her, enjoying the feel of the firm proud breasts 
against hers.  She felt Athena's back and confirmed that 
this supposedly proper young thing was not wearing a bra. 
   Athena continued to cry into the woman's shoulder as 
Becky's hands moved down the weeping reporter's back and 
came to rest on her firm, thrusting buttocks.  Using a 
little more care than before, Becky moved her hands 
contentedly over the magnificent ass, and was surprised 
to discover that this tasty looking cupcake wasn't 
wearing any panties either.  No underwear of any kind, 
come to that.  And her blouse had obviously been buttoned 
in haste.

   "Wait until Mrs. D. hears about this," the delighted 
Becky thought.  "She may want to step things up a bit."

   "What a terrible way to start!" Athena wailed to 
herself.  "I must get back into my character and 
quickly."  She finally got a grip on her runaway emotions 
and tried to become the cool reporter once again.
   When Athena finished crying, Becky took her to the 
baggage claim area.  
   On the way, Athena darted into the first rest room she 
saw to relieve herself and fix her blouse.  When she was 
in the stall, the reporter was surprised to find that her 
pubic hair and inner thighs were covered with some dried, 
sticky substance.  Not sure how she managed to spill 
something (the champagne?) there of all places, she 
daintily cleaned herself off and left the stall.  At a 
sink she carefully washed her hands and the drying tears 
from her face before she rejoined the patiently waiting 
Becky outside the rest room.
   "Feeling better?" Becky asked.
   "Oh, yes.  Much better," Athena truthfully replied, 
her natural enthusiasm returning to her.
   As they walked to the baggage area, Athena could not 
help being aware of her body under her clothes.  Never 
before had she been wearing her regular clothes without 
underwear.  Even at home she was always properly dressed. 
   She was acutely conscious of everything, from the 
rubbing of her naked thighs, to the slight movement of 
her firm breasts underneath her blouse.  Especially bad 
were the maddening sensations coming from her very erect 
nipples after their continuous rubbing on the heavily 
starched material.  The longer she walked, the more they 
rubbed and the additional rubbing just seem to make them 
even more erect, even more sensitive.
   Athena found herself quite breathless when they 
finally reached the baggage area.  She was too 
embarrassed to tell Becky about it, because then she 
would have to tell her why.  It was, after all, about her 
private, secret places and not for anyone else to know 
about, even someone she liked as much as Becky.  Her 
mother had taught her far too well for that.
   After retrieving her two modest suitcases, Athena 
said, "I need to visit the rest room again before we 
leave."
   "Your plane was late getting in, and we were due back 
two hours ago.  I thought you already took care of 
business.  So, what's up?"
   "Well, yes, but I...I still really need to find one.  It 
will just take a moment.  Please?"  Athena implored.  She 
just couldn't tell her that she had somehow lost all of 
her underwear because of some senile old woman she had 
met on the flight.  She just couldn't!
   "Look, Athena.  We are so late right now it's not even 
funny."  Becky took the agitated nanny by the arm and 
started to head for the exit.  "We must leave 
immediately, otherwise I could lose my job. Okay?  
Besides, 
you can always change or do whatever, any time after we 
arrive at the estate in about two hours."
   "Oh, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Becky," 
Athena said a little breathlessly, trying to remember to 
stay in character.  "Of course let's go now.  It...it 
wasn't all that important, anyhow."


The Nanny:  Part Four

   Athena found the ride from the airport in the smaller 
of the family's limousines to be truly wonderful.  Not 
only did it give her strangely agitated body a chance to 
calm down for a few hours in absolute comfort, she had 
her first glimpse of the fabled city of Chicago.
   Okay, so it wasn't quite like she imagined it would be.   
Between Becky's high-speed driving and the pouring rain 
she hardly had a chance to see the city from the freeway 
on their way north from the airport, but at least she had 
finally arrived for her first undercover assignment.  She 
realized that she was not here as a tourist, and that she 
had a very important task to perform.  However, when her 
assignment was complete, Athena promised herself two 
weeks of downtown excitement.
  She thought of the journal in her purse, and ached with 
the need to record her first impressions of the city, but 
decided to wait instead.  "Can't be suspicious," she 
thought.  So Athena contentedly watched the scenery blur 
by her window, as Becky explained to her all about the 
city's legendary rapid transit system over the car's 
interphone.

   Eyes full of wonder, Athena watched with awe as the 
limousine drove through the imposing, opened wrought-iron 
gates and up a long curving, tree-lined drive.
   At the Devereux home, Athena's mouth went dry.  
"Whoa!" she whispered as the limo slid smoothly to a stop 
in front of the vast tudor-style mansion.  "What am I 
getting myself into here?"
   Becky jumped out of the front and briskly walked back 
to where Athena was still sitting, stunned.
   "People actually live here?" she breathlessly wondered 
when Becky opened her door.
   "Not just people, Athena," Becky said softly as she 
helped the dazed reporter out of the limo.  "You live 
here, now."
   They retrieved her suitcases from the trunk and, with 
each person carrying one, walked towards the entrance, 
Becky placing a sisterly arm around Athena's waist.  
   Athena was still so busy taking it all in that she 
didn't notice that Becky's sisterly hand on her waist had 
quickly slid down to her right buttock.
   "Today you get to use the front door.  Tomorrow and 
forever after, you'll be expected to use the back door 
like the rest of the help, so don't forget," Becky 
instructed, gently squeezing the firm buttock in 
emphasis.
   "Oh, don't worry.  I'll be sure to remember," Athena 
said eagerly, still unaware of Becky's wandering hand.
   As they went up the wide steps leading to the tall 
double-doors, they opened and a well-tailored woman came 
out.  
   "We're getting the full treatment today, girl.  That's 
Mrs. Devereux, come to greet the fresh mea..., er, the 
newest member of the staff," said Becky, as she furtively 
removed her hand from Athena's bottom just as Athena 
whipped her head around to look suspiciously behind her.
   "No, it couldn't be," she muttered.  For a moment she 
had the most foolish thought that Becky was touching her 
behind.  "Wow!  I must be more nervous than I thought!"
   Athena thought the front doors to the house must be 
enormous, because they made her new employer look so 
tiny.  When they went up to her, Athena realized that she 
wasn't just small, she was very small.  Mrs. Devereux was 
in fact the smallest woman Athena had ever seen.  She 
couldn't have been over four and a half feet in height, 
yet she was perfectly proportioned and quite beautiful.
   There was a vague oriental cast to her features that 
Athena couldn't quite place, but she understood that 
would probably account for the woman's height.
   "Our new nanny.  How darling!" gushed Mrs. Devereux, 
her black glowing eyes burning with lust at the sight of 
her family's latest plaything.
   In her excitement, Athena had forgotten about her lack 
of underwear.  By the time she reached the top of the 
stairs the unaccustomed rubbing of her body under her 
clothes had made her breathless.  She wanted desperately 
to stop and get her breath back but Becky kept urging her 
forward toward the tiny Mrs. Devereux.
   By the time they reached the waiting woman, two other 
women wearing maid uniforms had come out of the house and 
were standing respectfully on either side of and slightly 
behind Mrs. Devereux, towering over her.
   Athena tried not to laugh at the ridiculous sight, but 
still couldn't help smiling as she placed her suitcase 
and large handbag on the ground and moved to formally 
greet her new employer.
   "I like a girl with a sense of humor," Mrs. Devereux 
said quietly, eyes glittering.  "I am Devereux.  Welcome 
to my home."
   Terribly embarrassed at making such a bad first 
impression, Athena sputtered, "It's just that... that I'm 
so happy to be here."
   Athena was surprised when Mrs. Devereux suddenly 
reached around her with both of her small arms and took 
her in a full hug.  She decided she had better start 
playing along and returned the hug.  Athena found it hard 
not to squirm as Mrs. Devereux had her held firmly by her 
behind, with her face pressing almost directly onto her 
stomach.
   "Oh!" she unconsciously gasped as Mrs. Devereux's 
hands moved freely over her skirt-covered buttocks.  
"People do have some strange customs," she thought.  
"Better not say anything about it now.  Need to fit in 
with the family routine first."
   She saw the two servants disappear inside the house 
with her bags and purse.  She suddenly remembered about 
her secret journal still located in her handbag.  "Damn!  
I must remember to be more careful with that" she 
thought, berating herself.  
   She knew she couldn't make a move for her purse now, 
not with out calling attention to what was inside.
   In her anxiety over her journal, Athena didn't notice 
how Mrs. Devereux surreptitiously slide down and for a 
brief, glorious moment had pressed her face directly onto 
the unsuspecting reporter's vulva and breathed deeply of 
the heady aroma of fresh pussy!  
   Athena looked down to find her new employer looking 
inquisitively directly up at her between the valley of 
her jutting breasts.
   "I notice you don't use panties or a bra," Devereux 
said to the  deeply blushing woman, her hands still 
moving comfortably over Athena's firm buttocks.  "That's 
good.  We don't use them here either.  Just cuts off the 
circulation."
   "I, ah.  I lost...," Athena mumbled, at a total loss of 
how to continue, the hands on her trembling buttocks 
proving to be a terrible distraction.
   "Oh, no!" she thought.  "What have I done!"  She 
couldn't tell Mrs. Devereux what had happened to her on 
the plane, it was simply too embarrassing.  Yet, she just 
couldn't go around without anything on underneath all the 
time!  She just couldn't!  Especially if she always 
touched people like this.  It would make her crazy!
   "No need to explain, my dear.  We run a very relaxed 
household here, and in your off time you can dress as 
lightly as you please," Mrs. Devereux said matter-of-
factly.  Much more quietly, she added, "Or even not at 
all."
   Athena was glad to hear that dress was informal here 
at the estate.  She had never considered herself a 
clothes-horse anyway, and for some reason she didn't 
understand was becoming quite anxious to put on a nice, 
heavy set of jeans and a very loose top.
   Mrs. Devereux turned and, with one arm still tightly 
the young agitated woman's waist, began to lead Athena 
into the house.  "Come, my dear.  Let me show you to your 
rooms."

   Mrs. Devereux took Athena up to her third floor suite 
of rooms.  Athena was impressed.  She had stayed at four-
star hotels with less luxury.  As the live-in nanny, she 
had her own sitting room, kitchenette, bedroom with a 
king-sized bed and walk-in closet, and full bath.  The 
huge marble bathtub was fitted with various underwater 
nozzles and their gold-plated controls lined the tub.  
  In fact, the entire third floor had in fact been 
designed strictly for the needs of the children.  The 
children's bedrooms, indoor play areas, and even a 
classroom were conveniently located down the hall from 
her.
   Mrs. Devereux warned her that, in spite of the size of 
the house, they were sometimes short on beds and her 
eldest daughter was forced to stay in the nanny's room 
from time to time.
   Athena saw that her suitcases had already been 
unpacked and her clothes neatly put away.  She saw her 
purse but didn't want to make a scene over it while Mrs. 
Devereux was there with her.  
   "Mrs. Devereux, I feel absolutely wilted after that 
long flight.  Mind if I take a fast shower first?  I 
would really appreciate it.  I could meet you downstairs 
in ten minutes."
   "That will not be necessary.  Just take your time, and 
come down when you are ready."
   "Thank you!" Athena gratefully replied and walked 
quickly over to her dresser.  She grabbed the first 
panties and bra she could find and dashed into the 
bathroom.  She quickly got out of her traveling outfit 
and hung everything neatly on clothes hooks located along 
the walls.  Athena thankfully relieved herself and took a 
quick shower to wash away the heavy strain of travel.
   Wearing just her bra and panties, the refreshed 
Athena came bursting into her room, only to find Mrs. 
Devereux and several of the servants going through her 
clothes.
   "Oh my!" the surprised Athena gasped.  She cringed and 
tried to cover herself with her hands and arms.
   "Come here, Athena," Mrs. Devereux firmly ordered.  "I 
would like you to meet some of your new co-workers."
   "Could I get dressed first, please?  It will just take 
a second," Athena said as she moved quickly toward her 
closet.
   "Come here now," Mrs. Devereux quietly commanded, 
steel now apparent in her voice.
   "Yes, ma'am," Athena meekly replied and, still 
covering herself, went over to where the group stood.
   "Ladies, this is Athena Valentine.  She is to be our 
new nanny.  You are to treat her as one of the family.  
Now, introduce yourselves and make her feel welcome.  
Athena, when you are finished here, meet me in the first 
floor library, okay?"
   "Yes, ma'am."
   The women crowed around the unsuspecting Athena.  
Everyone wanted to introduce themselves and talk with 
her.  As she talked, she felt hands start to play with 
the retaining strap of her bra and the thin elastic 
waistband of her panties.  Hands circled her waist and 
ran up and down her exposed rib cage.  Someone started to 
brush her thick hair.  
   As the introductions continued, hands dipped into 
Athena's panties, while others were holding her bra-
covered breasts.
  Terrified, she was suddenly sure that she was being 
groped by a group of degenerates.  Her body trembled as 
she waited for what she was certain was to come next. 
Athena prepared to scream and run for her life when, all 
at once, it was over.  The women all said their cheerful 
good-byes and left.   
   She continued to stand there, panting, but not so 
confidant now about what had just occurred as she was 
before.  It certainly wasn't some kind of sicko attack 
that she had ever heard about.  Even the stories she 
heard about what happened at fraternities didn't come 
close.
   What was she getting so worried about?  Nothing really 
happened, did it?  She told herself that they were just 
friendly people welcoming her.  "My God!" she thought.  
She had been close to having hysterics like some 
Victorian maiden.  How could she have been so wrong about 
them?  
   She really needed to calm down.  Ever since she lost 
her clothes on the plane she had been looking for 
villains everywhere.  She had to be more trusting with 
these good people.  She was, after all, the outsider 
here, coming into a strange home with their own 
established way of doing things.
   Old Forthingill from nanny school was right after all.  
She needed to fit into the family, and not the other way 
around.  She couldn't start putting her own values on 
things, not yet anyway.  She had to gain their trust first, 
regardless of what small sacrifices this might entail.  
Otherwise, she might go back to her editor empty-handed, 
a failure at her first real assignment as a reporter.
   Athena knew she could never do that! 
   Having made her decision, Athena felt better.  She 
went to her closet and pulled out a nice pair of designer 
bell-bottom jeans and a sleeveless top.  With socks and 
running shoes she felt ready for anything and went to 
find Mrs. Devereux.
   In all the excitement, Athena forgot to check on her 
journal.

   Athena and Mrs. Devereux had finished a two-hour tour 
of the interior of the house, and were now walking the 
grounds immediately surrounding the large house.  They 
were walking through the vast garden that was located 
behind the house, with Mrs. Devereux's usual arm around 
Athena's waist. 
   "You surprise me, Athena."
   "Oh.  And how is that?"
   "Well, it's nothing important I suppose.  It is just 
that after being here for several hours, you have yet to 
ask about your new charges.  For a nanny, you do not seem 
very interested in children."
   "Oh, my!  The children!  Yes, of course.  Where are 
they?"
   "The ones you will be concerned with, my three 
youngest are away at camp.  So for a few days we, my 
eldest, Danielle, and I, have you all to ourselves.  You 
are lucky in a way.  I have been told that the little 
ones can be quite a handful."  
   "Yes, I am so sorry about not asking about them before 
now,"  Athena gushed, while thinking to herself, "Stupid, 
stupid, stupid!  How could I have missed doing something 
so basic?"
   "I did read about your family at Miss Forthingill's, 
you know," Athena said, defensively.  "It's just that 
this house is so overwhelming, and you have been so 
hospitable, I was, er, overwhelmed."  
   "Ah, I see.  Please keep in mind that, while it might 
not seem so at the moment, you are an employee here with 
an important job to perform.  My children are important 
to me, and while I don't mind spoiling them now and then 
with a treat, their well-being is always my greatest 
concern, and I am very particular about who takes care of 
them.  If they are not happy, then I am not happy.  Do 
you understand?"
   "Yes, ma'am.  I understand completely," Athena 
replied, chilled by the new tone in her employer's voice.
As they walked in silence for a moment, Athena thought, 
"I understand all right.  If your spoiled brats aren't 
happy, then I'm out of a job.  Shit!"
   Well, she didn't attend Miss Forthingill's for 
nothing.  Perhaps this was a good time for them to get a 
dose of her 'firm but fair' policy.  When it proves 
successful, she could write a series of articles on 
professional child rearing ('Ask Miss Valentine!'), turn 
them into a book, and then do the talk-show circuit.  
After completing her Nanny Expos , of course.
   In the middle of her dreams of wining two Pulitzer 
Prizes, while at the same time earning a great deal of 
fame and fortune, Athena was brought quickly back to 
earth when she heard Mrs. Devereux say, "I am taking this 
time to spend with you because I know all about you, 
too."
   Startled, Athena croaked without thinking, "You do?"
   "Don't look so worried.  Everyone has to leave home 
for the first time sooner or later.  It is nothing to be 
ashamed about.  Miss Forthingill told me all about you.  
I thought a little personal orientation on my part might 
make you feel more at ease with us.  Unless of course," 
she murmured, running a small hand over Athena's rounded 
denim-molded buttocks, "there is something else I should 
be aware of about you?"  She waited a moment, then 
suddenly slapped Athena's left buttock.
   "OW!  Oh, no!  Nothing at all!" the blushing Athena 
exclaimed loudly, surprise at how the small hand could 
make her buttock sting so much, even through her tight 
jeans and panties.  She wished that the inquisitive Mrs. 
Devereux wouldn't touch her below the waist so much.  She 
just couldn't think whenever the tiny woman did that to 
her.
   "That's good," the smiling woman softly said, as she 
gently rubbed the spot she had just spanked.  "Trust is 
so important in a family, don't you think?"
   "Oh, yes," the flustered reporter babbled.  "Trust is 
very important."  Her left buttock was tingling with the 
effects of Mrs. Devereux's soothing hand and it was 
making her very nervous in spite of herself.  
   "I've told Danielle to look after you for a few days, 
until you become oriented to our life here.  She is 17, 
so you will have someone only a year younger to help you 
adjust, and to be your friend if you like.  It is nice to 
have a real friend around.  Things can become a bit 
overwhelming at times in this family, especially if you 
are alone and are not used to such a life.  I understand 
that the staff gave you quite a scare in your rooms this 
morning."
   "What?" gasped Athena, as Mrs. Devereux's hand now 
started slowing moving over both her buttocks.  "Oh yes, 
this morning!  I'm sorry about that.  I'm just not used 
to being touched so MUCH!" Athena's voice rose as the 
hand slipped easily between her upper thighs, just below 
her crotch!
   "It's something we don't even think about.  My family 
came from Europe, where the concept of personal space 
doesn't exist, and where touching is the norm for 
family," Mrs. Devereux said as she moved her hand over 
the soft denim-covered flesh of Athena's inner thigh.  
"And we are all family here."
   Athena's mind raced, but she couldn't think of a way 
out of this troubling situation without irritating Mrs. 
Devereux and jeopardizing her assignment.  She never 
dreamed it would be so difficult, and this was just her 
first day!
   "It's really nothing personal, you understand," said 
Mrs. Devereux as she continued to absently rub her hand 
on Athena's sensitive inner thigh, "but it is something 
you must allow for if you wish to remain here in my 
employ."  
   "Oh!" the surprised Athena cried out as Mrs. Devereux 
pressed her hand up against Athena's vulva, clearly 
defined under the tight denim.  "Yes!" she croaked, 
trying desperately not to jump away from the unseemly 
pressure on her most secret of places.  "It's no problem, 
really," the novice reporter said breathlessly, bouncing 
on her feet.  "It's going to take some getting used to, 
that's all."
   "We hardly think of such things at all," Mrs. Devereux 
murmured softly, rubbing the edge of her hand back and 
forth along the indented fabric between the flustered 
woman's thighs.  Finally, she reluctantly withdrew her 
hand and returned it to the relieved Athena's left hip.
   "Come, my child.  Let me introduce you to Danielle, 
your new friend."  

   They came to Danielle's closed bedroom door, which to 
Athena's surprise Mrs. Devereux quickly opened without 
knocking first.  They found Danielle in her bedroom 
listening to CDs.  She remained sprawled on her bed, 
seemingly unaware of their presence, as the pair walked 
towards her.  She finally lifted her head slightly and 
openly took stock of the new nanny.
   "You're cute."
   "Er, thank you," the perplexed Athena replied.  No 
girl had ever called her 'cute' before.
   "Our last nanny was a pig."
   "Now, now, Danielle.  Get up and be nice.  You must be 
polite and say hello to Athena."
   Danielle languidly got up from the bed and tiredly 
slouched over to where they were standing.
   "Hello," the teenager said, managing with ease the 
difficult task of sounding interested and bored at the 
same time.
   "Athena, this is my daughter, Danielle."
   "Hi!" chirped Athena, in what she hoped was her best 
18-year old manner.
   Athena looked up in wonder at her "new friend."   Mrs. 
Devereux's eldest daughter was as tall as her mother was 
short.  Even slouched over she must have been at least 6-
feet in height, and weighed all of 110 pounds.  She had a 
full head of raven black hair worn ruler-straight down to 
her waist, and the palest complexion Athena had ever seen 
on something that wasn't a porcelain doll.  She had on 
black stretch pants and a tight black turtle neck.  To 
Athena she looked like a hairy black pencil with dabs of 
white paint scattered here and there.
   "Be sure to show her what to do, Danielle.  Remember, 
you are both expected for dinner at eight.  See you 
then."  Mrs. Devereux smiled pleasantly at them both, 
then departed.
   "My mother must really like you a lot," Danielle 
grumbled.  "She doesn't spare me even half as much time."
   "She just wanted to make me feel at home, that's all."
   "Do you swim, ride horses, that sort of thing?"
   "Oh, yes, I love to swim.  I haven't had much 
experience with horses, though.  I'm...a little bit 
afraid of them."
   "Well, let's go swimming, then.  We'll save those 
nasty old horses for another day.  But first, we need to 
get you fixed up, because the kids are coming back home 
today."
   "What!  But your mother just told me that they would 
be away for a couple of days."
   "They were away, at my Aunt's place.  But this 
afternoon they'll be back and we have to get you properly 
dressed first."
   Athena found a wall mirror and automatically looked at 
herself in wonder.  "What is wrong with the way I look?" 
she asked defensively.
   Danielle stood behind her, tightly pressing her long 
body against Athena's.  "I think you look just fine," 
Danielle said, wrapping her long arms around Athena's 
middle.  "But, you must get into your nanny's uniform now 
or Mother will skin us both!"  Danielle lifted her arms 
so that Athena's breasts were now resting on them.
   "Danielle, please!  Nanny's uniform?  Oh, of course," 
the disappointed Athena said.  At school they had told 
the students that some homes preferred their nannies to 
be in a type of maid's outfit, so that they would fit in 
more easily with the rest of the staff.  This was also 
sometimes done to try and prevent the children from 
thinking the nanny was their real mother.  Athena had 
hoped to avoid this, but it looked as if she was going to 
be wearing some silly outfit after all.  She just hoped 
it wasn't too frilly.  She knew it didn't really matter, 
as she would make sure her articles would not have any 
pictures of her in them.
    "Oh, by the way.  We're going to be bunking together 
for a while."
   "What!" Athena gasped in surprise as she watched her 
breasts being pressed together by Danielle's arms in the 
mirror.  "I was supposed to have my own room!"
   "Yes, it's a damned nuisance, but whenever the family 
gathers, I get bumped out of my room and into yours.  
Sorry."
   Athena wasn't sure that this was the best of ideas.  
Danielle was far too demonstrative in her affections for 
Athena's peace of mind.  Maybe she was lonely, Athena 
reasoned.  The unhappy girl sure wasn't getting any kind 
of support from her mother, of that she was certain.  She 
had to go along with this in order to fit in.  And maybe 
Mrs. Devereux was right, and she wanted her to be a 
companion for Danielle as well as the other children.
   Well, then.  It looked like she was getting a 
roommate.  If Danielle became too bad, she would just 
have to gently lay down the law for the teenager.  She 
was the 21-year old after all (even if she had to act 
18), and Danielle only 17.
   "That's all right, Danielle," Athena shakily said she 
felt Danielle's hot breath on the back of her neck.  "I 
don't mind your staying with me.  Really I don't."
   "Cool!" Danielle exclaimed, squeezing Athena's breasts 
between her arms again in her excitement.  "We can 
have a pajama party when all of the cousins are here.  
It'll be great fun, okay?"
   "Sounds great.  Can't wait!" Athena said, trying to 
sound as enthusiastic as she could.  As if having 
Danielle all over her wasn't bad enough, now she had to 
endure an all-night party full of giggling teenage 
girls.  She had been to only one in her life and it had 
been a crashing bore for her.  Even as a freshman in high 
school, such girls had been far too immature for her.  
God only knows what gum-snapping horrors awaited her 
during this one!
   Then it struck her.  If this was all she had to worry 
about, life was very good indeed!
   "Come on!" said Danielle.  "We need to start moving.  
By now your uniform should have been brought upstairs and 
be waiting for you in your suite."
  "Oh, well," the laughing Athena told Danielle.  "The 
things I must do for a living!"
   
   When she and Danielle had returned to her suite, 
Athena looked around each of her rooms but could find 
nothing that looked like a maid's dress.
   The only new clothes she found was something that was 
spread across the king-sized bed.  
   "What's that?  Someone's funky exercise outfit?"  the 
amused Athena asked.  
   "That's your nanny suit.  Cool, huh?"
   Athena's new-found enthusiasm for her assignment died 
a quick death when she saw the pink nightmare that was to 
be her new uniform.
    It was a body stocking with a long zipper running 
down the back.  It was made of some thin, elastic 
material that Athena couldn't even identify.  It had a 
shiny pink plastic belt and matching ankle boots with 2-
inch heels.  And that was all!
   "Oh, no!  I'm not getting into that!  I don't care!  
Oh, my God!  No-No-No!"
   "Calm down, Athena.  It's not that bad!"
   "Yes it is!  It's horrible!"  She held up the 
offending garment.  "And where's the rest of it?  This 
should just be the first part of it.  There should be 
some outer covering that goes with it.  It's usually 
small, but at least it's something!  I've seen them that 
way at my club.  So where's the rest of it?"
   "Athena!  Take it easy, will you.  You know, for 
someone who is 18, you sure take things seriously.  Don't 
you have any sense of adventure at all?"
   "ADVENTURE!?!?" Athena cried, tears streaming down her 
face.  "You call wearing this an adventure?"   Stricken, 
the sobbing woman buried her head into Danielle's thin 
chest.   
   "Come on, girl.  Let's get your things off."
   "But I don't want to!" Athena choked out.
    Danielle unfastened Athena's top behind her neck.
   "Raise your arms," Danielle commanded the still 
sobbing woman.  Athena complied without thinking and 
Danielle pulled her top up over her head and arms.  She 
laid the woman's top on the bed.
   She then knelt down behind the still distressed nanny 
and, reaching around her waist, unfastened her jeans.  
She worked the tight denim down over Athena's flaring 
hips and sculptured legs.  She took a moment to admire 
the beautiful buttocks moving under the thin panties, 
then moved the crying woman close to the bed.
   One sharp push later a surprised Athena was laying 
face down on the bed and Danielle had worked off her 
jeans, shoes, and socks.
   "What...what are you doing?" Athena sobbed, trying to 
get control of herself again.
   Danielle walked across the room and got a box of 
tissues that was on the dresser.  Tossing the box to the 
new nanny, she said, "Here!  Use this on your face."  
   Athena was blowing her nose when she felt her panties 
being pulled down past her buttocks.
   "Wait!  What are you doing?" she cried as her panties 
were pulled past her tightly clenched thighs and down her 
legs.
   Dying of embarrassment, she used her hands to try and  
cover her naked backside as best she could.  Frantically, 
she exclaimed, "You can't do that!  Give me something to 
cover myself with, please!"
   When she felt her bra being opened, she knew she had 
to stop whatever was going on.  "I'm telling your mother 
about this!" she declared firmly.
   "Good. It was her idea."
   "WHAT?" Athena cried in shock as Danielle coolly 
flipped her over.  She frantically scrambled to cover her 
naked pubes as Danielle pulled easily off the now useless 
bra.
   "Come off it, Athena!"  Danielle said to the now nude 
woman, who in an absolute frenzy was trying to hind her 
luscious body behind her arms and hands.
   "We're both girls here, so get real and calm down, 
will you?" Danielle thundered to the stunned reporter.
   "I'm...I'm sorry," Athena said meekly.  "I just don't 
like being...being undressed in front of anyone."
   "It's okay.  I'm a little shy myself.  Now, take a deep 
breath and get hold of yourself."
   Athena did as she was told.  "I'm feeling much better 
now.  Really I am."
   "Good.  Now, look."  Danielle held up the nanny suit.  
"You ever wear a bathing suit?"
   The woman nodded a tearful yes.
   "Okay, then.  You'll be more covered in this than in any 
bathing suit.  Mom prefers this to regular clothes 
because it will be more convenient for you.  Also," and 
here Danielle lowered her voice, "we almost lost our 
youngest once when she choked on a nanny's loose blouse 
button.  So, now you know why you must wear your nanny 
suit, and that's all you'll be able to wear."
   "Yes, I understand now.  Thank you for explaining it 
to me.  I really appreciate it."  Wow!  What a story for 
her article, thought Athena excitedly.
   "Fine," said Danielle happily, greatly relieved that 
the worst was finally over and that she had been able to 
talk her into doing it without too much trouble.  
   "Now, let's stand up and get into our nice new nanny 
suit, shall we?"
   Athena slowly got up off of the bed, being careful to 
keep herself covered as much as possible.  She 
reluctantly took the suit from Danielle and started 
backing toward the bathroom.  She immediately stopped 
when she saw Danielle moving to follow her.
   "No, I don't need any help. Thanks!"
   "Okay, suit yourself, to coin a phrase.  Don't forget 
the boots and belt."
   "Yes, thank you.  Danielle, could you, er, hand me my 
bra and panties from the dresser?  I'd rather not have to 
walk any farther than absolutely necessary right now."
   "No.  Listen, you can't wear any underwear with that.  
It's too thin.  The suit really isn't designed for it, 
and looks a great deal better without.  You'll see."
   "Wonderful," muttered Athena.  She backed into the 
bathroom and shut the door carefully behind her.  She 
tried to lock it but found that there wasn't one.  
   "That's very strange," she thought.
   Without giving the matter further thought, she went 
over to the sink to wash and fix her face and hair.  
Repairs completed, she gave the suit one final 
distasteful look and took it over one of the bathroom's 
chairs.
   She sat and started wiggling into the tight garment.  
The fabric gave easily where it needed to and, after 
zipping up the back, Athena felt ready for a mirror.
   She stood up and turned towards the full-length mirror 
located on the back of the bathroom door.
   "Oh my God!"
   She was naked.  The suit, not uncomfortably, she had to 
admit, acted like a second skin.  She was completely 
covered, yet every curve, every bulge, every crevice, was 
there for the entire world to see.  She could even feel 
the material working its way between her buttocks and 
vulva!
   Shocked, she slowly put on the boots and belt, then 
looked back at the mirror once again.
   "Oh my God!"
   They didn't help.  She now looked like she was 
starring in one of those sleazy R-rated science fiction 
movies that her younger brother and his friends would 
sometimes sneak up to his room.
   "Oh my God!"
   "Okay, you've said it three times now," Danielle said 
good-naturedly from outside the room.  "Come on out now 
and let's see you," 
   "See me is right," muttered Athena, still looking with 
horror at the mirror.
   Very reluctantly, she went to the bathroom door and, 
after first closing her eyes, opened it.
   "Hmmm.  Yummy," said Danielle appreciatively.
   Athena opened her eyes to see Danielle eyeing her up 
and down while licking her lips in a hungry fashion.
   "Ha.  Very funny," she grumbled.  "Look, Danielle.  I 
can't do this.  I'm sorry.  I really tried, but I just 
can't go around like this."
   "Sure.  Fits well though, doesn't it?"
   "Yes, for what little it matters, the suit does fit 
very well.  How did you get my sizes so fast, anyhow?  I 
just received this assignment less than a week ago."
   "Your school supplied them when they heard you 
accepted.  It was a rush job to get the suit made in 
time.  It only got here this morning."
   "Well, sorry you went to all that trouble, but I'm 
not wearing this, and that's that."
   "No one is going to see you, not that there is 
anything showing.  This floor is strictly for women and 
children only, and even the mothers rarely stick around 
for very long.  You'll be up here the whole time with 
mostly just you and the kids."
   "Still, I can't look like this in front of little 
children.  What would their parents think?"
   Danielle pointedly looked at her watch and said,   
"Unfortunately, we've run out of time to discuss this.  I 
checked on the house phone while you were in the bathroom 
and heard that the kids arrived about ten minutes ago.  
You're on, Nanny!"
   "Oh, no!  Not until I've...OW!"
   The slap on her virtually unprotected buttocks caught 
the protesting Athena completely by surprise.  She 
covered her stinging behind with her hands while tears 
formed in her eyes.  "You...you hit me!" she exclaimed, 
shocked.
   "Yes, that's right," agreed Danielle calmly.  "Now 
MOVE YOUR ASS, you stupid bitch," she shouted, "and start 
doing your job or I'll give you a real spanking!"
   With that, Danielle chased the squealing Athena out of 
her suite and into the hallway.
   

The Nanny:  Part Five

   Athena ran from her room, with Danielle right behind 
her, only to stop suddenly just outside the door.  Her 
normally deserted hallway was now full of people!
Servants carrying bedding were running here and there.  
Expensively-dressed women with small children in tow were 
going in and out of the rooms located along the hall. 
   In spite of her outlandish attire, Athena was 
surprised when, with all those people running about, no 
one gave her so much as a glance.
   [It is at this point, gentle reader, that upon advice 
of the censor we must point out that the children are 
children in name only!  Yes, it is quite true!  In 
reality, they are the teen-aged nieces of the insidious 
Mrs. Devereux, especially brought in to give our heroine 
a very bad time, indeed.  Okay, so what can we say, the 
family runs short.  We return you now to our story, 
already in progress.]
   "What is going on here?" asked the panting Athena, 
ignoring the arms which Danielle, standing behind her, 
had placed around her waist.
   "Like I keep telling you, the kids have arrived.  This 
is the week on the big end-of-summer family reunion.  
That's why the family wanted you so quickly.  Didn't you 
know?"
   "Ah, no.  Not really.  The school didn't tell me a 
thing 
about it."
   "All the children will be staying up here during 
the day, that is, those whom their parents decide not too 
fuss with during the week."
   "There are too many, Danielle!  I can't possibly look 
after them all."
   "You know, for a nanny you don't have much confidence 
around children."
   "Well, this is my, er, first family."
   "Sure.  Look, the real babies will stay in the nursery 
downstairs.  Up here will be more like day-care.  Just 
keep them fed and busy for about five days and you'll be 
fine.  Need anything, just call the kitchen on the house 
phone."
   "Oh, my.  Five days?  I just don't know..."  Athena 
hadn't contemplated on having to face this situation at 
all.  A few children were one thing, but this! 
   "Okay, okay!" she hastily agreed when she felt 
Danielle's 
hand start to lightly pat her right buttock.   "But I 
must really find something to wear...  Okay, I said!" she 
muttered through clenched teeth when Danielle's patting 
started to become audible slaps on her bouncing buttock.
   "Good.  Now let me introduce you to your new charges.  
When you are done tonight at eight, we'll have our party 
and you can unwind then."
   Never had she felt more vulnerable, as Danielle led 
her by the hand to the big children's suite at the end of 
the hall.  The only thing that saved Athena from dying of 
embarrassment was the fact that no-one looked at her, or 
noticed that she was even there.
   "I don't believe this," the perplexed Athena thought 
as they walked down the hall.  "I'm almost naked and no 
one's given me so much as a single look.  What's going on 
here?"
   She couldn't understand it.  She knew she would have 
been 
terribly embarrassed if anyone had noticed her, yet it 
still bothered Athena for some reason that no-one did.  
She didn't think her body was all that bad looking.  Of 
course, she only saw women and children on the floor, so 
maybe that was it.  It would take a man to really 
appreciate what she was reluctantly showing right now.  
   Just as well there weren't any allowed on the floor.  
At least she was protected from some low-life trying to 
take advantage and cop a feel or something.  She was so 
tired of having to put up with that sort of thing.  
Warming to the prospect of being safely surrounded by 
just women and children for a few days, Athena felt 
surprisingly secure and content.  
   She had just finished a school on how to take care of 
children, for God's sake.  What was she so worried about?  
She was sure that child-care was simply a matter of just 
being consistently firm yet fair, and all would be well.
   
   Athena walked on, feeling much better about the whole 
thing.  She was blissfully unaware of the many feminine 
eyes, all showing a look of cruel longing, which followed 
her undulating body as she moved down the long hall.  Nor 
did she notice the knowing looks which were passing 
between Danielle and her cousins the 'children' in the 
hall!

   Upon entering the playroom, Athena was amazed at how 
well 
it had been equiped.
   "This place is very well equipped,"  Danielle was 
saying.  "It has everything you might need: house phone, 
dining area, play area with tons of toys, TV/VCR/stereo, 
kitchenette with microwave for popcorn and a full sized 
refrigerator for drinks and ice cream.  There is also a 
small 
washer/dryer set for accidents.
   "You're kidding?"
   "Oh, no.  Mom wanted her kids to have everything she 
didn't when she was growing up.  And, girl, has this 
place got it!  It even has kid-sized rest rooms."
   "Where?  I don't see any other doors."
   "Along the floor you can see two hinged rubber doors 
there, along the far wall.  Mom was the designer, and 
even helped with the building.  Each rest room has a 
small 
shower, in case things really get messy.  Naturally, the 
kids love it in there.  They are always finding excuses 
to go in and out.  Who would have thought that bathrooms 
could be so fun?"
   "I can't go through those doors!" Athena protested, as 
she looked at the small openings in horror.
   "Oh, get real," replied Danielle.  "Mom and I do it 
all the time."
   "Yes, but..."
   "Enough already!"  Dragging the reluctant Athena by 
her belt, Danielle strode into the center of the room.
   "Attention!" she said loudly, and magically all became 
quiet.  "This is Miss Athena Valentine, your new nanny.  
She will be taking care of you this week."
   She turned to Athena and said, "Okay, you lucky girl.  
You're on!  Remember, they're all yours until 8 PM.  
After that, this placed is locked up and the children are 
picked up by their families.  Only my three sisters will 
actually be sleeping on this floor."
    Seeing Athena getting ready to say something, 
Danielle muttered a hasty "Bye!" and quickly left the 
room.
   Athena looked anxiously after the departing Danielle.  
In her anxiety about caring for so many children, Athena 
forgot to ask which of the children belonged to the 
Devereux'.
   She looked about her and saw that she was surrounded 
by inquisitive children.  She was surprised to see that 
they were all girls, between 5 to 10 years of age.  And 
such children!
  She decided was going to call this part of her expos  
'The Golden Moppets.'  She had never known such an 
expensively dressed and healthy looking bunch of little 
girls.  She was positive there wasn't a single haircut 
there which cost under $50, except possibly her own.  If 
they weren't all tow headed, they should have been.
   Not sure of what to do next, she decided to fall back 
on what they taught her at nanny school.  "Okay," she 
thought.  "Let's find out if this stuff really works."
   She walked out of the circle, jumping slightly 
whenever she felt a small hand on her hips or thighs.
   "Hi, children.  I am Miss Valentine, and I will be 
taking care of you during your stay in the children's 
suite here this week.  We are going to have a great deal 
a 
fun.  I understand there is plenty to do up here, and I 
have some games of my own that we can play.  If you know 
any, we can also play your games too.  We're here to have 
fun.  All I ask is that you play nicely with each other 
and 
keep it reasonably quiet.  First, though, I would like to 
know all of your names."

   Surprisingly, Athena found herself doing rather 
well as a nanny.  After the fifth name, she lost track of 
them, but at least they knew that she was interested in 
them, the little darlings.  Play time began immediately 
after that, and for the first hour or so everyone seemed 
to be having a good time.
   The only problem that came up was when one or another 
of the girls would get interested in the way her body 
bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit.  They were 
always trying to touch her breasts or behind.  It got so 
bad that she privately had to scold a few of them for 
touching her, even if it was due to their natural 
curiosity.  She couldn't blame them, really.  Seeing her 
reflection in a mirror, she was well aware that she 
looked like the start of a damned anatomy lesson. 
   Besides, she was well aware, from the teachings of 
Miss Forthingill, that if she over-reacted to anything 
the children did that was a part of their natural 
development, she could traumatize them for life.   Athena 
was just beginning to realize just how awesome her 
responsibilities here actually were.
   Athena was feeling pretty confident about the nanny 
business when one of the older girls came to her and told 
her that Barbara was crying about something.  Certainly 
the smallest of the group, and probably the youngest as 
well, Barbara was an angel-faced blonde who had been off 
by herself, contentedly playing alone with her dolls.
   "So what could possibly be the problem?" Athena 
wondered as she went over to the corner where the girl 
had been playing.
   "Hi, Barbara.  What's wrong, honey?"
   "Mommy?" the crying girl said hopefully, holding out 
her arms toward Athena.
   She picked up the crying Barbara, only to have the 
girl clamp her mouth firmly on the tip of her right 
breast.
   "NO!" she sputtered, automatically moving the child 
away from her vulnerable breast.
   "EEEEEeeeee!!" screamed little Barbara, creating the 
most high pitched, ear-piercing sound that Athena had 
ever heard.  She hated crying babies at the best of 
times, but this sound was making her flesh crawl.  In 
self-defense, she reluctantly put the child up against 
her breast again, where Barbara immediately quieted down 
and began to contentedly suck on Athena's nipple through 
her skin-tight suit.
   "Oh my God!" she said quietly.  Now what was she 
supposed to do?  Barbara's mother must still be letting 
the girl use her breast, even though she should have been 
weaned from it years ago.  "Maybe a pacifier will do," 
she thought hopefully, and she ran for the kitchenette, 
the suckling child still at her breast.
   Trouble was, after searching frantically, she couldn't 
find a god-damned pacifier anywhere, which left her own 
chest the only option still open to her.  "Damn," said 
Athena with feeling as she looked down at the tow-headed 
youngster sucking happily away on an already diamond-hard 
nipple that was starting to produce some surprising 
sensations within her.
   She couldn't let Barbara suckle her right here in 
front of everyone.  Besides, she had to find some place 
private so that she could pull down the top of her suit.  
She could feel the material over her breast becoming wet 
there already, and the last thing she wanted was a water 
stain right over her chest the rest of the night.  How 
could she ever explain that?
   "Come on, honey, let's do this where it's a little 
more private."
   She carried Barbara over where the entrance to the 
rest rooms were located and placed her on the floor.  
   "In you go," she said, pushing the girl through the 
small entrance.
   Before she went through, the girl looked teary-eyed at 
the nanny.  "You coming too?" she asked.
   "Yes, honey.  I'll be right behind you."
   Lying on her stomach, the nanny brought her arms past 
her head in front of her and slowly wiggled her way 
through the entrance.
   "Come through here all the time, my ass," Athena 
muttered through gritted teeth as she made her way into 
the rest room.
   Once inside, she found it to be a pleasant if (for 
her) slightly cramped place that came complete with 
scaled down chairs, a bench, sinks and stalls for the 
small toilets.  In the far corner, behind a glass door 
was the shower.
   She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but 
right now she was willing to try almost anything for a 
little peace and quiet.
   As Barbara watched with wide eyes, Athena sat on the 
bench and, reluctantly reaching behind her, unfastened 
the clasp at the base of her neck and pulled down the 
zipper about a third of the way.
   After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of 
the suit down so that both of her breasts were completely 
uncovered.  "Not sure which one she'll want," she told 
herself.  Noticing her arms were now very restricted in 
their movements, she pulled them out the sleeves for good 
measure.
   Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts 
with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her 
with the other.  The little girl gleefully ran over and 
leapt into Athena's waiting lap.   She placed her thin 
arms around Athena's neck, and kissed the surprised woman 
directly on the lips.  "Mama!" she joyfully cried.
   "No.  Not Mama, Barbara.  I'm Athena.  I'm just the 
nanny."
   "Mama!" cried Barbara again before she filled her 
mouth with Athena's delectable right breast.
   "Oh!" gasped the nanny as Barbara's lips and tongue 
immediately went to work on her sensitive nipple.
   As Barbara contentedly worked on Athena's right 
breast, the woman settled in for a long stay.  "I wonder 
how long this is going to last?" she thought.  She leaned 
her back and head against the wall and closed her eyes.  
It had been a very tiring day for her and she still had a 
long way to go before it was over.  
   She was surprised to find that, once she had gotten 
over her embarrassment of someone actually touching her 
bare chest, the suckling of her breast by the child was 
proving to be much more pleasurable that Athena had ever 
imagined.
   "No wonder women like to have kids, if this was what 
they got to do with them," she thought.  "This feels 
really great."
    While Barbara used her educated mouth on the 
unsuspecting woman's right breast, her hands began to 
softly manipulate Athena equally vulnerable left breast.  
   Athena was feeling such a comfortable glow that she 
kept jerking herself awake whenever she went to sleep and 
her head fell forward.  When she felt the small, firm 
hands on her bare shoulders she willingly followed their 
directions and laid down on the bench.
   She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby.  Just a 
little nap, then we have to get back."
   Little Barbara laid her small form full length on the 
reclining nanny's and continued her administrations on 
the soon sleeping Athena's now swollen and very sensitive 
breasts. 
   When Barbara heard an unconscious "MMmmmm" of 
contentment come from the dozing nanny, she slowly worked 
her small right foot between Athena's partially opened 
thighs.   Her big toe found the indented surface of 
Athena's sex, and she started slowly moving the toe back 
and forth over the slick surface tightly covering the 
unaware woman's vulva.
   As Athena's breathing became noticeably heavier, and 
small beads of sweat began to form along her hairline, 
Barbara began to slide the length of her entire foot 
between Athena's thighs and over the hypersensitive 
protective lips of her vulva.  She could feel how wet the 
material was rapidly becoming from the sleeping nanny's 
cuntal secretions.

   Athena was dreaming of motherhood.  With her two 
Pulitzers for excellence in investigative reporting on 
the mantel over the fireplace, she saw herself in a very 
well-apportioned home holding a child to her partially 
bared chest that looked not unlike Barbara.  She knew she 
was married to a top reporter who's picture on the mantel 
bore a striking resemblance to a young Robert Redford.
   Gradually her dream changed.  The small child nursing 
at her breast suddenly altered in appearance and became a 
nude Mrs. Devereux.  When she pushed the small woman away 
from her in horror, Mrs. Devereux began to cut away 
Athena's clothing with her laser eyes, until she stood 
naked and helpless before her.  Athena looked to her 
husband's picture for help, but it had changed into a 
laughing Danielle, who arms were extending like tentacles 
out of the picture, reaching for her!
   
   Stifling a scream, Athena jerked awake.  Feeling the 
comforting presence of Barbara on top of her, she 
relaxed.  "Jesus!  That was a strange one!" she thought.
She realized she was covered in sweat, and that her heart 
was racing under her heaving chest.  For the first time, 
her nanny suit felt terribly constricting, and she longed 
to remove the rest of it until she could cool off.
   Athena gradually became aware of a strange itching 
coming from her crotch.  She thought it was the material 
digging in again, but she certainly could not do any 
adjusting with little Barbara right here!  The persistent 
itch became more and more intense.  She tried shifting 
her hips slightly, but that didn't help.
   It was when she crossed her legs that she sensed 
something was between her thighs.  Her eyes flew open in 
surprise and she looked down, but Barbara had arched her 
back and she couldn't see a thing.  
   It was then, looking at the guileless Barbara still 
happily playing with her terribly sensitive breasts, that 
Athena became aware of just how intensely this child was 
getting to her.  She couldn't believe it at first.  It 
just wasn't possible, was it?
   But she could no longer deny it to herself.  She was 
being sexually turned-on by the playful actions of this 
innocent child.
   "Oh my God!" she said, stunned.  What kind of 
perverted slut was she, that she could become sexually 
aroused by a child?
   Sweat pouring from her from the effort, she tried 
intently to think of anything else, to stem the rising 
tide of passion bubbling within her, but it didn't work.  
She knew she would soon loose control, would soon climax 
right in the presence of this innocent child!  She had to 
stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated 
herself forever.
   "Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity,  
still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender 
little girl with her out-of-control emotions.
   "We have to...to stop now, honey."
   "Stop what, Mommy?"
   "Oh, no!" thought Athena desperately.  "Not the kid-
question game!  Not now!"
   Trying again, she said, "We have...to stop and rejoin 
the...UGH!"  Athena's body writhed as Barbara cruelly 
tweaked the woman's diamond-hard nipples.
   While the distracted Athena was still gasping over 
this shocking outrage to her person,  Barbara shifted 
down  enough to reach the woman's defenseless cunt with 
her right hand.  Quickly finding the erect clitoris 
under the slick material, Barbara delicately pinched it 
between her thumb and forefinger.
   "AAAhhh!" Athena cried, jerking as if she had been 
electrocuted!  Her overwhelmed mind had no idea of what 
had happened to her, only that her body had suddenly gone 
insane!  
   Barbara mischievously pinched the erect tissue again, 
and Athena went mad!
   "NO!!!" she screamed as her long-fought orgasm took 
the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly 
twitching and jumping.  The laughing Barbara was able to 
stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's 
narrow waist and riding the frenzied nanny like a bucking 
horse.
   When she was able to think clearly again, Athena felt 
the shame thick upon her.  How could she have done such a 
terrible, horrid thing?  And right in front of a child, 
yet?
   She looked at the concerned-looking Barbara and said 
quietly, "Please get off."
   The child immediately complied.  "Are you all right?" 
she asked, standing alongside the bench.
   "Yes. I'm fine," lied Athena.  "I just had an...an 
accident, that's all."
   "Yes, I know," giggled Barbara.  "You wet yourself," 
she said, pointing shyly at Athena's crotch.
   Wearily, the reporter sat up and put her feet on the 
floor.  Taking a deep breath, she then looked down at 
herself and died.  A large area between her legs was 
sopping wet with her secretions.  It was much darker then 
the surrounding area and very, very noticeable.
   "Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself.  "Now what 
am I supposed to do?"
   She finally got off the bench and crawled across the 
room and into the small shower stall.  She removed her 
soiled nanny suit and handed the rolled-up garment 
through the partially opened doors to the waiting 
Barbara.
   "Barbara, I want you to give this to one of the older 
girls and tell them to first put it in the clothes 
washer, then the dryer.  They're both located under the 
counter by the sink.  Can you remember all of that, 
honey?"
   "Sure, Athena.  I can remember."
   The woman bridled a bit at this child calling her by 
her first name, but decided that now was certainly not 
the time to make an issue of it.
   "Thank you, Barbara.  Now, off you go.  Oh, and be 
sure to bring it back to me when it's dry, OK?"
   "OK," Barbara replied as she crawled through the door 
carrying Athena's nanny suit.
   With a growing sense of despair, Athena could hear the 
wild laughter from the other room shortly after Barbara's 
exit.  It wasn't too difficult to figure out what all the 
laughing was about, she thought bitterly.
   She closed the shower door and turned on the shower 
just as full and hot as she could endure.
   Anything to drown out the terrible sounds of her 
humiliation.  Anything to wash away her shame.

   An hour layer, it was a different woman who faced the 
children.  Athena, showered and wearing her freshly 
laundered nanny suit once again, felt defeated, as if she 
had badly failed some personal test.  While in the shower 
she resolved not to blame the children, especially little 
Barbara, for what had happened.  It wasn't their fault 
she was such a slut!  She felt it best just to continue 
as if nothing at all had happened.  She knew that she was 
still in shock over what happened, that she wasn't 
thinking clearly at all.  Still, she was obligated to at 
least finish out the day.  Later, much later when she was 
alone, she would try and understand it all.
   For the remainder of the day, however, it would be 
business as usual, with smiles, games, and fun for all.  

   The children began to touch her again, timidly, a 
small hand here and there.  Athena still jumped a bit, 
but she no longer protested.  It was as if the fight had 
gone out of her about such things.  No longer did she try 
and protect herself from their childish attempts of 
touching her, a fact quickly realized by the 'children' 
themselves.

   After Athena ordered food for everyone from the 
kitchen, she organized a new series of games.  She 
divided the children into three groups and told them that  
each group devise their own game.  "That should keep 
everyone busy and out of trouble for a while," she 
thought.
   She soon noticed a change in the way the children were 
playing.  She was not only included in every game, but in 
fact seemed to be the game's main ingredient.
   Each game left her feeling a little more breathless, a 
little more tingly.  She knew it was her own slutty 
nature trying to get the best of her once again.  Here 
she was, just playing kid's games for God's sake, and she 
could feel a growing sense of erotic excitement within 
her.  She resolved to ignore any such feelings she had 
from now on.  Her body would not get the best of her 
again, ever!
   The problem was, each of the games the children 
devised seemed specifically designed for taking advantage 
of her new quiescence.  It was as if they wanted to 
encourage the building of sexual sensations within her.
   The games all started innocently enough.
   She played horsy, crawling slowly around the floor on 
all fours, with a small happy rider who would use her 
belt as a saddle, riding on her back.  Then the 
"trainers" began to occasionally slap her vulnerable 
buttocks to make her go faster.  The slaps became more 
and more frequent, until soon they had her racing along 
the floor, her unencumbered breasts dancing painfully 
beneath her, as the rider on her back directed her by 
using Athena's hair for the reins.   She tried to be as 
quiet as she could, to show that the children couldn't 
affect her, but she couldn't help the astonished 
"OOoohh!" escape her lips whenever their hands got too 
low in the excitement of the game and smacked her 
vulnerable pussy by mistake.
   When the children of the group had all had their turns 
riding her, they led her, still on her hands and knees, 
panting into the center of the room.  They took off her 
belt, the ride being over after all, and in true 
equestrian fashion they all began to rub her down.  
Athena was surprised to find that this actually helped to 
quell the burning in her poor, abused buttocks.
   Even so, the increasingly dazed 21-year old wasn't 
very happy with the way the children always seemed to 
focus on her private places, so prominently displayed by 
her suit, whenever they had the chance.  For example, 
there was no need for them to rub her so much between her 
legs at all!
   When they felt she was ready, they led the shattered 
woman over to the next group.  Athena did not notice that 
her belt had never been returned to her.
   Now she played "foreign car dealership".  She was 
again on all fours, but this time was supposed to be a 
car in need of repairs.  The children played irate owners 
and fumbling mechanics.  She learned to her dismay that 
they would be checking her all over for strange noises, 
loose parts, and any other ills they had heard their 
parents complain about over the years.
   She prayed it wouldn't happen but, sure enough, a few 
children soon slid under her and began checking her still 
tender breasts.  They also unzipped her suit, so that 
they could "check under the hood", but she finally drew 
the line when she felt her suit start to slip off of her 
shoulders.  She briefly sat up and re-zipped it before 
getting back down again on all fours.
   Finally the game was over and Athena the Car was 
pronounced to be ready for the road.  Sometime during the 
game she must have lost her boots, because she noticed 
her feet were bare when the children led her to the next 
group.  
   For her this was the worst game of all.  Able to stand 
at last, they walked her, disheveled and gasping, over to 
where the group was playing.  She just stood there, with 
no one saying a word.  She was becoming grateful for this 
opportunity to recover, when she heard a screamed, 
"Tickle Attack!"
   "Oh, no!" she pleaded as she was mobbed by five 
laughing children.  Unable to protect herself in time, 
she went down before the giggling onslaught.  Everyone 
piled on top of her and quickly tickled her into a state 
of helplessness.  It was over very quickly, with Athena 
having to plead for mercy from her clever assailants at 
the end, her sides were hurting so much from all the 
laughter.  
   What Athena didn't realize was that the little ones 
had used this opportunity to truly assault her vulnerable 
and prominently displayed erotic zones.  Although lasting 
for only a moment, for the 'children' it was time enough.  
Athena, lying on the carpeted floor, open and helpless 
before their cunning hands and educated digits, was 
powerless to defend her vulnerable body.  Swiftly she was 
fondled, stroked, tweaked, and fingered.
   Although this last game was thankfully brief, for 
Athena it was enough.  By the time the last group had 
finished with her, she was in an alarming state.  Her 
heart was racing under her heaving chest.  She could not 
steady her breathing at all.  She could feel her nipples, 
surprising tender, were almost bursting through the thin 
material of her suit.  Athena knew that her vaginal 
fluids were flowing, and could only pray that she hadn't 
started leaking again.
   She had been unknowingly stimulated without respite 
almost to the point of madness all afternoon.  She was 
physically worn out, emotionally spent, yet so sexually 
primed that the slightest bit of stimulation applied to 
her now would most surely push her over the edge.
   All Athena could think of was finding a quiet spot and 
to try a get a grip on her shattered nerves.  She could 
feel her vaginal fluids heavy within her and dully hoped 
that they would not soak her suit once again until she 
could calm herself down out of this strange sexual high 
she was in at the moment.  Her breasts were incredibly 
tender, the nipples even more so.
   She left the last group and staggered over to the 
center of the room.  Athena sat cross-legged on the thick 
carpet, feeling completely dazed and exhausted.  The 
children seated themselves all around her in a tight 
circle.  The ones in front saw her unseeing eyes and 
heaving breasts, with the erect nipples almost piercing 
their way through the fabric of her suit.  The children 
in front gave knowing looks to those sitting behind their 
befuddled nanny.  Athena stiffened when she felt the 
zipper to her suit being slowly lowered down her back 
once again, but this time she did nothing.   She would 
fix it in a moment.  Right now she desperately needed to 
rest and get her breath back.
   The 'children' had been waiting for this moment all 
afternoon.  Everything that they had done to their nanny 
before this was only to prepare her for this one sublime 
moment, the time of her final and most public submission 
to their collective wills.  Athena Valentine was at last 
theirs for the taking, and they knew it.
   The zipper was half-way down Athena's erect back when 
the door opened and a young maid came in, carrying a tray 
loaded with flat boxes.  She looked with startled eyes at 
the pink-clad Athena surrounded by children, all sitting 
Indian-style on the floor.  "How sweet.  Must be story 
time," she thought.  "Must be a really good story, too," 
she wondered, after looking closer at Athena, "because it 
sure looks like that out-of-breath nanny just wet 
herself."
   The maid was also disconcerted by the way the children 
were all looking at her with strangely hostile eyes, as 
if she had just interrupted something important.
   Anxious to be out of there as soon as possible, she 
blurted to the dazed Athena, "Here are the pizzas you 
wanted."  Getting no response, she tried again.  "Where, 
ah, where do you want me to put them?" she asked the 
panting, glassy-eyed woman in pink.
    When Athena continued to be silent, one of the older 
children finally got up and went over to the girl still 
standing by the door.
   "I'm Peggy."
   "Hello, Peggy.  Ah, where would your sitter like 
these?"
   "Put them in the kitchenette, please."
   "Thanks."  Lowering her voice, the maid added, "Is 
anything the matter with her?"
   "Flu," the child answered.
   "Oh."
   "We're taking care of her."
   "Ooohh.  That's so cute," the maid gushed.
   Keeping as far away as possible from where the 
distressed Athena was sitting, the maid took the boxes 
into the kitchenette.   
   When she returned, she asked the still standing Peggy, 
"Do you need any help?"
   "No thank you.  We have everything we need."  
   "Well, Okay, then.  Bye."
   In the interval of the maid's visit, Athena felt 
recovered enough to try and take charge of her unruly 
children once again.
    She unsteadily got to her feet, and wearily pulled 
her zipper up.  She didn't she pull the zipper all the 
way to the top, nor did she fasten the small clasp 
located at the top.  It was a difficult reach for her at 
the best of times and she was feeling much too tired and 
sore to bother with it.  She certainly wasn't going to 
ask any of the children for help, considering the odd way 
they had been behaving lately.
   "Okay, children.  Play time is over.  It's time for us 
to eat."
   Masking their colossal disappointment at this turn of 
events, the 'children' all responded with practiced cries 
of joy and made a dash for the food.
   After making sure that everyone had napkins and 
something to drink, Athena looked around for a place to 
be alone for a time.  She thought of going to her suite 
down the hall, but then she would be too far away in case 
anything happened.  The only alternative was the kid's 
rest room.
   She walked over to the entrance and looked with 
loathing at the small rubber door located at the base of 
the wall.   "Damn," she muttered quietly, and got down on 
the floor.  
   "Ow!" she cried as her painfully swollen and tender 
breasts came into contact with the floor.  Sighing, she 
rolled over and, on her back, began inching her way head-
first into the narrow opening with her arms at her sides.  
   Careless in her fatigue, her shoulders became tightly 
wedged in the small opening, leaving her head in the 
empty rest room and the rest of her on the other side of 
the wall.
   "That's just fucking great!" she cried bitterly as she 
struggled frantically to free herself.  But, try as she 
might, she was hopelessly trapped!
   Swallowing her pride, Athena shouted as loudly as she 
could, "Help!  Children, help me!  I'm stuck!!"
   Within a short time, she could thankfully hear their 
laughing voices on the other side of the wall.
   "What's wrong, Athena?" they chorused.
   "I'm stuck, children."
   "Should we get some help?"
   "NO!  Under no circumstances are you to get anyone.  
If you can help to pull me out, everything will be just 
fine."
   "Are you really stuck?" one asked politely.
   "Yes, honey.  I'm afraid so."
   "TICKLE ATTACK!" Athena heard a sweet young voice 
scream.
   "NO!  DON'T YOU DARE..."  Athena's protests turned 
into uncontrollable laughter, her lower arms waving 
uselessly, as the children went to work on her 
defenseless body.
   While some were on her sensitive ribs and feet, others 
with a different game in mind started on her breasts and 
pouting labia.
   Athena's quivering body jumped and twisted, but she 
couldn't shake off her tormentors.  She felt the 
children's hands all over her vulnerable body, and there 
was nothing she could do about it.
   As abruptly as the tickle attack began, it ended.  
   "Thank God!" Athena panted as she tried to get her 
breath back.  
   She was plotting her retribution when she felt a 
strange pressure on her crotch, just before she 
unexpectedly climaxed.
   Shocked, she screamed, "OH NO!" as her vagina began 
sending uncontrollable convulsions all through her 
tortured being!  Her body bucked wildly, sending children 
flying through the air like confetti.
   In the center of the storm, Athena felt the pressure 
on her crotch return and she climaxed again!  
   In her emotional turmoil, she was dimly aware of her 
cuntal fluids being pumped by her strongly pulsating 
vagina into the sopping crotch of her nanny suit.
   As the effects of her mighty orgasms started to fade, 
Athena was slowly able to take stock of her humiliating 
situation.  "Oooooh," she moaned in her despair.  
"They'll see, they'll see."
   She felt like such a slut!  After playing closely with 
innocent children for the first time as a nanny, her body 
had gone off like a rocket.  What was wrong with her?
   Athena lay listlessly for a long time, overcome with 
shame at her body's uncontrolled behavior.  She gradually 
became aware of strong tugging on her suit that was 
happening all over her body.
   "The children!" she said weakly.  The children were 
trying to rescue her.
   "Thank you, children!  Thank you!" she gratefully 
gasped.  "Now, pull together, children, so I can get the 
hel'... get out of here."
   It soon became obvious to the trapped reporter that 
the children were intent on doing it their own way, and 
were ignoring her advise completely.
   The perplexed Athena began to feel something else 
happening to her.  Her zipper was opening under the 
effects of the children's efforts, while the now loosened  
elastic material of her suit was starting to slowly slide 
off of her shoulders!
   "ON NO!  Please, God, not that!" she prayed.  The 
material continued to slide.
   "Children!" she desperately called.  "Don't hold my 
clothes, OK?  Hold my hands and pull on those."
   She held up her open hands as much as she could, but 
nothing changed.  The children in their noisy enthusiasm 
continued to ignore her, regardless of how much she 
called out to them.
   The material continued its slow journey downward.  
Athena began to truly panic when it reached the tops of 
her breasts.  
   "Please, children!" the frantic Athena pleaded.  "You 
must stop now!  Stop and go for help.  Find a grownup, 
find anyone!  It doesn't matter!  Just stop what you are 
doing, please!"
   But they didn't stop.  The children easily sat on her 
defending hands and continued to pull on the tight 
garment.  Athena thought of kicking with her legs but was 
afraid of hurting one of the children.  So she could do 
nothing except loudly protest what was going on.
   When her terribly erect nipples were finally exposed, 
Athena heard cries of wonder from the other room and 
started weeping uncontrollably.  By the time the children 
had worked the material down to her waist, Athena had 
become emotionally spent.  The day had just become too 
much for her to endure any longer.  She was too tired to 
do anything now except lie there.  She couldn't even cry 
anymore.
   Yet she was still startled when she felt small mouths 
start to suck and lick on her swollen, exposed breasts.  
Unable to do anything about it, Athena could only pray 
that would soon tire of this game before her out-of-
control body erupted shamefully once again.
   Others joint them on the increasingly exposed areas of 
her body, licking and kissing the supple flesh of her 
abdomen.  When her pubic area was exposed, she heard a 
delighted gasp from the other room, and immediately felt 
hands and mouths all over her pubic triangle, 
delightfully playing with her lush growth of pubic hair, 
playfully investigating the wonders of her now exposed 
womanhood.
   Athena laughed insanely at the thought.  Here she was, 
the keen, new investigative reporter who was now herself 
being thoroughly investigated!
   Other mouths followed the now rapidly retreating 
garment as it raced down past her supple thighs and 
sculptured legs.  Soon Athena knew she was completely 
nude, trapped, and totally at the mercy of anyone who 
wanted her.  The eager and surprisingly knowing young 
mouths and hands that covered her from her poor abused 
chest to her wide-apart feet were ample proof to her of 
her naked body's extreme vulnerability.
   She knew that the children, in spite of their 
strangely intense interest in her body, were naturally 
far too young to be considered any real threat to her. 
She was certain that at their age it was impossible for 
them to have the slightest concept of the effect their 
actions were having on her overly-responsive body.  
Unfortunately, were also far too young to be able to 
provide any real protection from anyone who really would 
want to take advantage of her ridiculous predicament.  
   Detesting herself for her lack of control, she could 
already sense the rising tide of sensations within her as 
her traitorous body began to quickly respond once again 
to the children's innocent activities.
   "My God!" the 21-year old woman screamed as her third 
orgasm suddenly overcame her, her body writhing.  "I'm 
lost!"  
   Her shattered mind totally overcome, Athena promptly 
fainted.

   In a small, dark room located in the depths of the 
mansion, a small figure watched with delight as Athena's 
nude torso, splashed in exquisite detail across a wide-
screen monitor, thrashed in one last mighty spasm before 
finally becoming still.
   "They really surpassed themselves this time," Mrs. 
Devereux said to herself with satisfaction.  
   She looked again at the prone figure on the screen, 
now covered again with the 'children'.   She couldn't 
blame them one bit.  They had earned their reward, and 
then some.  And the reward looked very tasty indeed, 
especially when she was sprawled out helpless like that.
   The fact that women tended to run small in her family 
(her own, beautiful Danielle being quite the exception) 
did come in handy for her purposes from time to time.  It 
was a nuisance having to change all the arrangements at 
the last minute, but it had to be done.  Keeping all  
the kids safe at her sister's estate was the only option. 
   One week was all she would need to get to this so-
called reporter, then she would be hers forever!  Ha!  As 
if she couldn't recognize a policewoman's notes when she 
saw them.
   "Well," she thought, after watching her eager teen-
aged nieces have their fun with the unconscious Athena,   
"if our new 'nanny' thinks today was exciting, she is in 
for quite a surprise."  She wondered which of her various 
secret operations the police had uncovered, but decided 
that, in the long run, it really didn't matter.   She 
would simply do her best to protect them all, and her 
best could be very formidable indeed.
   "Send someone to investigate me, will they?" Mrs. 
Devereux said, then sighed.  Wait until she called that 
old fool Forthingill.  These kind of mistakes just 
weren't supposed to happen.  "I'd say that this called 
for a refund," she said grimly.
   She looked at the photocopied pages of Athena's 
journal and thought again of the steps she would have to 
take until she had this Valentine woman under her 
control.  "The fools, they haven't the slightest idea 
with whom they are dealing, but they'll soon find 
out."
   "Or rather," Mrs. Devereux whispered gleefully, her 
eyes glinting madly as they roamed over the nude Athena, 
"she'll soon find out!  The 'children' will see to that."


The Nanny:  Part Six

   Athena Valentine awoke suddenly in the darkened 
playroom.  The dream she just experienced had been 
terrifying, and she was still not over its effects.  It 
was the night of her graduation form City College, and 
her entire family had gotten together and reserved a room 
in the fanciest restaurant in town to celebrate.  They 
were all dressed to the Nines.  Even her younger sister 
had been wearing real clothes for a change.
   Things were just fine until she felt a light tickling 
on her feet.  She sneaked a look under the tablecloth and 
was shocked to see an entire army of women only one inch 
high covering her feet and crawling up her legs!  She 
looked closer and saw that the leader looked suspiciously 
like Mrs. Devereux.  Try as she might to prevent it with 
out attracting attention, the tiny women climbed up her 
stocking-covered legs and moved into her dress.  
   She had been frantic when they began cutting small 
parts away from her pantyhose.  She thought of dashing 
off to the ladies room to get them off her, but her 
family kept asking her questions about college.  
   Suppressing a scream, she felt a second group continue  
to move up the inside of her dress until they reached her 
bra, and began cutting small bits away from that as well.  
   Soon the floor around her was piled high with the 
small sliced pieces of her underwear, and she was naked 
under her dress.  
   Absolutely helpless, she could only sit there 
squirming as the tiny women now began to stimulate her 
vulnerable privates.  She could feel their tiny bodies 
all over her breasts, the small mouths nibbling on her 
(to them) enormously erect nipples.  Not content with 
fondling her labia on the outside, vast numbers of them 
were also teasing her from inside her vagina as well.  
   Agitated beyond endurance, she stood up and started 
for the rest room.  She could feel vaginal fluids 
running down the inside of her legs as she stumbled away 
from the table.  
   It was when she was in the center of the dining room 
that she climaxed and the seams on her dress disappeared, 
leaving her screaming in lust with clouds of tiny naked
women covering her chest and pubes.
   The scream woke her.
   When Athena opened her eyes, the first thing she saw 
was Danielle's smiling face hovering over hers.  She knew 
she was on her back and totally exposed in the middle of 
the floor in the empty play room, yet relief flooded 
through the naked 21-year old woman.  With Danielle here 
she was finally safe from the children.
   "Wow, babe," the girl said softly.  "Did we have 
ourselves a fun first day, or what?"
   "Oh, Danielle!" Athena cried as she wrapped her arms 
around Danielle's long, stalk-like neck.  "It was awful!"
   Putting her thin arms around Athena's shoulders and 
under her knees, Danielle easily lifted the sobbing woman 
from the floor, and held her for a moment before heading 
for the door, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh 
on her bare arms.
   When she reached the door, the sobbing Athena suddenly 
became alarmed.  "Wait!  I can't go out there like... like 
this!"
   "It's all right," Danielle soothed.  "It's very late 
and there is no one around.  And even if there were, it's 
still all right in this house."
   "Okay," sobbed the distraught Athena, not sounding very 
sure about this at all.  "If you say so."
   Danielle lightly carried her delectable burden through 
the deserted hallway and back to the nanny suite.  Once 
inside, Danielle continued to carry Athena through the 
sitting room and into the bedroom.  
   Raising her head from Danielle's shoulder, the softly 
sobbing Athena watched them pass through the rooms.  
"Where are you taking me?" she said meekly.
   "These are your rooms, remember.  We are going to get 
you fixed up for bed."  
   "That'll be nice," the naked woman sniffed sleepily as 
she laid her head back down on Danielle's shoulder.
   Danielle placed Athena on her feet in her adjoining 
bathroom.  "Okay, now," she said carefully.  "Do your 
business, wash your face, and brush your teeth. If you 
need me for anything, I'll be right outside."
   "Okay.  And thanks.  Thanks for rescuing me," Athena 
said shyly, and closed the bathroom door.

   The normally unflappable Danielle, after being in such 
close proximity to Athena's lush, nude body, was so 
light-headed from the experience she had to lie down on 
the bed for a moment. 
   
   By the time Athena had returned to the bedroom, she 
was feeling very refreshed.  What had happened seemed 
so incredible that she refused to think about it tonight.  
   Athena was surprised to see that Danielle had the bed 
spread turned down and the lights dimmed.  She noticed 
Danielle was, as usual, sprawled comfortably across the 
bed, watching her with those surprisingly alert eyes of 
hers.
   "Such service for a lowly nanny," the smiling Athena 
said.  She was wrapped in a bath towel, and was in the 
process of putting another around her wet hair.
   "Anything for you, babe," Danielle murmured very 
softly.  "Oh, we sleep in the raw here at Castle 
Devereux, ma'am," she called to Athena across the room.
   "You might," Athena said, laughing a little.  "I 
don't."
   Athena walked over to her dresser and went through the 
drawers, looking for something to sleep in.  She found 
the underwear drawer and removed a pair of modest white 
panties and a long, sleeping T-shirt.
   Danielle said nothing when Athena pulled on the panties 
underneath the towel.  She was patient, and knew her time 
would come to lower those panties and get what delightful 
secrets were hidden inside soon enough.  
   With her back to her guest, Athena demurely dropped 
her towel and quickly pulled on the T-shirt over her 
head.  She was grateful that her clothes had been neatly 
put away by the staff.  It would save her the trouble of 
doing so tomorrow.
   At the thought of tomorrow, and the fresh horrors it 
would bring, Athena froze.  Try as she might to forget 
them, the terrible events of the day flooded through her.
   "This was only the first day!" her mind screamed.  
"The first day!"
   In the mirror over the dresser, Athena saw that 
Danielle had noticed her look of panic and had come over 
to where she was standing.
   "What's wrong, honey?"  the tall teenager kindly 
asked, as she wrapped her long arms around Athena's 
trembling body.
   "First Day!" Athena was finally able to gasp.  "It's 
only the first day!"
   Athena felt Danielle's hands as they slid up her back 
to rest at the base of her neck.  There, she felt 
Danielle's fingers start to dig into the wrought-iron 
muscles of Athena's shoulders.
   "Good God!" Danielle exclaimed, humorously.  "I've 
held steel weights that were more flexible than these.  I 
can see this is going to take a while."  She led the 
still trembling Athena over to the foot of the bed.  
   Before the woman had a chance to react, Danielle 
deftly pulled Athena's T-shirt over her head and pushed 
her face down onto her bed.
   "Oh!  Danielle!" cried the startled Athena as she 
scrambled to cover the sides of her exposed breasts from 
view.
   "Oh, brother! Now you get modest!" muttered Danielle 
as she undressed herself.  "Get yourself comfortable, 
nanny."
   "I would like my shirt back, please."
   "No.  You can't do this with clothes on, it just isn't 
the same, and you'll never get to sleep tonight without 
it.  You're as stiff as a board, honey."  
   Danielle watched with amusement as the reluctant 
Athena slowly slid up the bed, being extremely careful to 
keep her naked chest as covered as possible.  

   As she slid over the silk sheets, Athena was surprised 
at the reaction her semi-nude body was having because of 
her contact with the luxurious fabric.  Goose pimples 
appeared all over her exposed flesh.  Her nipples were 
suddenly outrageously hard as they dragged on the slick 
material.  
   Athena didn't know what to do!  "If only Danielle 
hadn't taken my top," she thought.  She knew that if she 
got up, her chest would be exposed, and she had more than 
enough of that today.  So she continued moving up the 
slick, cool sheets, gritting her teeth to fight the 
insane sensations her body was feeling.  "If it's this 
bad now, what will sleeping in them be like?" the 
despondent reporter thought.  At least she would have her 
top on then, and possibly even a bra.  Usually she didn't 
wear a bra at night, but it would be better not to take 
any chances tonight, she decided.  Things were strange 
enough with her as it was.

   Danielle waited until Athena had moved herself up the 
length of the king-sized bed and placed her head sideways 
on a pillow.  Nude, Danielle got on the bed and straddled 
Athena's waist with her thighs.   
   "Danielle!" cried the suddenly alarmed Athena as the 
nude Danielle settled herself comfortably on the raised 
hillocks of Athena's firm buttocks.  "What are you doing?  
I'm not even dressed!"  She turned her head and looked 
behind her in shock.  "And neither are you!  What are you 
thinking?"
   "I'm going to have my way with you," Danielle said 
softly, as she started massaging the stiff muscles at the 
base of Athena's neck.
   "What?"
   "I said I'm going to have a new wave review," Danielle 
said, much more loudly. "Later this week, when I can get 
my room back.  Want to come?"
   "Oh.  But...but...," Athena sputtered, unable to continue.  
Two women naked on the same bed like this, it just wasn't 
right.  But, how can you explain that to someone without 
offending her, especially when she had just come to your 
rescue?  The problem was too much for Athena's tired mind 
this late in a very long day.
   "That's right.  Lay your head back down like a good 
little girl.  This could be some time before we are 
done."
   "Not for too long, okay?  I'm very tired."
   "After your day, I can believe it.  But, tired or not, 
this is going to be a very long night for both of us 
unless I can get you relaxed first."
   "For both of us?"
   "Have a short attention span, do we?  I told you 
before, when the company comes, I am homeless.  
Fortunately, this is a very big bed because (in case you 
haven't noticed) I am a very big girl."
   Athena chuckled at that, and began to feel much more 
at ease.  "That was why she took her clothes off," she 
thought, greatly relieved.  "She's sleeping here 
tonight."
   Danielle could feel the tension begin to ease out of 
the body beneath her.  
   "You never said if you were going to come to my 
review."
   "Oh.  Sure.  Ah, what's 'new wave' anyway, some kind 
of music?"
   "You know, for a teenager, you sure aren't up on your 
popular culture.  Unless you've been living in a cave 
somewhere, I would have thought that all kids our age 
would know everything there was to know about new wave."
   Danielle could feel the tension immediately return to 
Athena's muscles.
   "Yes.  Well, my parents were pretty strict and I 
didn't get out much.  Sorry."  
   "Of course you didn't.  Now, shut up and let me get 
some of these kinks out."
   As Danielle worked on her stiff shoulders, Athena 
gradually felt the terrors of the day fade into the 
background of her mind.   She knew she should have done 
some research into what was currently popular with 
teenagers, but the assignment and everything which 
followed happened so quickly she just didn't have time to 
do much of anything.  Athena though she had covered up 
her ignorance well enough, but she realized she had to be 
much more careful about such things in the future.  
   She had enough to worry about without having her cover 
blown as well.  God only knew where that would lead.

   Unnoticed by the thinking reporter, Danielle was 
slowly working her way down Athena's supple back.  She 
wasn't even aware that the teenager had moved her arms 
away from her sides, and had included the bulging sides 
of her tender breasts in the massage.

   Before she did anything else, Athena knew she had to 
become the perfect nanny.  Her poor performance today 
could have seriously jeopardized her position at the 
Devereux home.  Yet, was it possible that that was 
exactly what was also expected of a nanny here.  Not to 
be just be a child's companion and guardian, but their 
playmate as well?  Even (My God!) their plaything?
   She just couldn't do that!  Not at all!
   Still, something wasn't right.  Not with what Danielle 
was doing to her.  That felt wonderful.  The strong hands 
of the tall teenager were down to Athena's waist now and 
Athena was so warm and content she felt like purring.  
   Something wasn't right about the children.
   Where were all the complaints from parents or, worse, 
Mrs. Devereux, about her unspeakable behavior.  True, they 
might not have heard about it yet, but her nude presence 
(Athena started blushing at the thought) on the floor in 
the play room would have been hard for anyone to miss 
when they had come for their daughters at 8.  
   Athena was relieved when she sensed Danielle rise off 
her hips and crawl down to the foot of the bed.  "Good, 
Athena thought.  "She's finished.  Now I can finally 
think this thing through in peace and then try to get 
some sleep."
   Thinking over the events of the day and their possible 
implications, Athena was only vaguely disappointed when 
she felt Danielle spread her legs wide apart.  "Must not 
be finished yet," she thought.  She settled herself 
deeper in the sheets, secretly enjoying the feel of the 
seductive material on her heated flesh, in the pleasant 
expectation of the massage being continued.
   Athena stiffened though when she felt Danielle's hands 
on her thinly covered buttocks and now-spread naked 
thighs.  She knew she really should say something, but 
she felt she was just now on the lead of something big 
and didn't want to break her concentration.  Besides, she 
was wearing panties, thank goodness, and Danielle was a 
girl after all, so what could happen? she thought 
complacently.
   Going back to her original idea, Athena felt 
increasing surges of excitement.  If nannies were indeed 
expected to act as their charges' playthings, what a 
story that would make!  And if they were expected to do 
so for the children, what about the parents?  How did 
they fit into this scheme?  Were the parents at fault for 
their nanny's predicament?  Or was this all part of some 
new child-rearing theory that was being secretly tested 
in the field.  And were the nannies a willing component?  
She knew her group going through nanny school were not 
given the same training as the others.  Maybe this was 
all part of her missing training?

   So focused had Athena become, Danielle was able to 
easily slip between the woman's opened thighs and began 
to expertly tease her panty-covered vulva with one hand 
while still working on her buttocks with the other.  She 
noted with satisfaction that Athena's slick crotch band 
was already very damp.

   Athena found herself becoming more and more excited.  
Never had she been so turned on by an idea before!  The 
very idea made her absolutely breathless: Nannies as 
playthings!  How dehumanizing!  How terrible!  How 
exhilarating!  What a story!!
   She felt electrified, as if she were on the edge of 
something very important.  She could feel her heart was 
literally racing inside her rapidly heaving chest she was 
so excited. 
   Without realizing it, Athena started to push her hips 
against the insidious hand Danielle had working between 
her thighs.  

   Athena felt her entire body tingling with excitement!  
This assignment could be her ticket after all, her big 
chance to break into the major newspapers.  No more free 
press!  No more sleazy assignments covering supermarket 
openings!  Athena Valentine, Washington Correspondent!  
Athena Valentine, World-Famous Author!  Athena Valentine, 
Pulitzer Prize Winner!  Athena Valentine, TV Talk-Show 
Host!
   It was when she was receiving the Nobel Prize for 
Literature, that Athena Valentine, future multi-media 
star, unexpectedly climaxed!
   Shocked, the gasping Athena grabbed the silk sheets 
under her in horror as her semi-nude body convulsed about 
the bed.  "What happened?" her dazed mind wondered as she 
helplessly felt the narrow crotch band of her panties 
becoming soaked with her flowing vaginal fluids.  "What 
in hell happened?"

   It was only when her body finally calmed down that she 
was able to take stock.  She lay there, panting for air.  
She felt Danielle pull her tight soiled panties down her 
hips and off her legs, but for the moment she just didn't 
care.  It was when Danielle turned her over onto her back 
that she started to say something, then stopped when the 
teenager thankfully covered her nude body with a silk 
sheet.
   "Thank you," Athena mumbled, ashamed of herself once 
again as she rolled over on her side and drew her knees 
up to her chest, so she wouldn't have to face a witness 
to her shame.
   "It's all right," Danielle said kindly.  She turned 
out the lights, pulled up the sheet, and got into bed 
alongside the distressed nanny.  She rolled on her side 
and pressed her nude front tightly against Athena's back.  
She rubbed Athena's thick blonde hair with her left hand 
and slid her right hand up and down the curled-up woman's 
bare flank.
   "There, there," she whispered.  "There, there."
   Unable to hide any longer, Athena moved her legs down 
and spun around.  She threw herself fiercely against the 
thin teenager, wrapping her arms tightly around her bed 
companion's neck.  "Oh, Danielle!"  she cried.  "I feel 
so...so ashamed.  I don't know what's happening to me!"
   Danielle used her right hand now on Athena's trembling  
buttocks, while her left continued to stroke her 
luxurious hair.
   "Why?  What's wrong, honey?  You can tell me.  After 
all, what are friends for?"
   Athena had to tell someone.  If she didn't, she knew 
the shame of it would eat away inside of her forever.
   "Well, it all started on the flight to Chicago..."  
Athena, normally a taciturn individual about anything 
concerning her personal life, surprised herself by 
telling Danielle everything.  She told her friend about 
all of the misadventures that seemed to have happened 
to her since she boarded the plane so very, very early 
this morning.   
   Moving from the base of her buttocks as Athena talked, 
Danielle worked her hand over the 21-year olds vulnerable 
cuntal slit.  By the time Athena had reached in her 
narrative all about her most recent episode here on the 
bed, Danielle already had three fingers working inside of 
the gasping woman's well-lubricated vagina.
   "You don't say?" Danielle murmured sympathetically as 
her long fingers continued their devilish work inside the 
distressed woman's cunt.  
   Athena's mind was spinning out of control.  Even as 
she told her ghastly story, she could feel the terrible, 
wonderful excitement building within her.  "Won't this 
ever end?" she wailed to herself.  She had never felt 
like this before.   She felt Danielle's hands all over 
her, yet knew the girl was only trying to comfort her.  
It was her own body which was reacting outrageously yet 
again.  
  "My God!"  Athena suddenly exclaimed, when her 
narrative had reached the bedroom.  It suddenly came to 
here!  The last thing she remembered on the bed was 
Danielle giving her a massage.  Was she that far gone, to 
the point where the slightest touch by someone, anyone, 
even complete strangers, could cause her body to explode?
   "What is it?" ask Danielle softly, thrusting her 
fingers ever deeper into the very tight and very wet 
cuntal passage, while her other hand was now tweaking one 
of Athena's very responsive nipples.
   Athena knew that Danielle must think her an absolute 
slut for reacting to her kind touch in such a disgusting 
manner.   How could she ever make it up to Danielle?   How 
could she ever make it up to herself?
   "Eh, Nothing!!" the gasping Athena shouted, her nude 
body bucking as Danielle tenderly rubbed her thumb over 
the woman's erect clitoris.
   "What are you doing?!?!" the lust-maddened 21-year old 
finally demanded, the last of her control almost gone.
   "This," whispered Danielle with an evil grin, as she made 
her final expert assault on the reporter's vulnerable 
clitoris.
   "NO!!" shouted Athena as she frantically tried to 
fight the tidal-wave of sensations pouring through her 
helplessly thrashing body.  "It's too much.  It's too 
much!  Make it stop!  Please MAKE IT STOP!!!" her mind 
screamed as yet another unexpected orgasm consumed her 
very being, blotting out everything within her except the 
terrible pleasure-pain coming from her defenseless 
spasming vagina!
   With one final terrible cry of outrage and defeat, the 
overwhelmed woman mercifully fainted.
   Danielle re-positioned the unconscious Athena on her 
back, and made a pleasant meal of her pulsing vaginal 
fluids, before pulling up the covers over them both and 
going peacefully asleep, one hand on Athena's right 
breast and the other nestled comfortably between the 
woman's still-twitching thighs.

   It was 12:01, and the first day of Athena Valentine's 
assignment as an undercover reporter, investigating the 
world of the modern-day nanny, was finally over.

  There were only 89 more days to go until her assignment 
would be completed.