[lcdrjmc] Subject: The Nanny (Revised)
(F+/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
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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 naïve 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 surly 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 feverently 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 in
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 Exposé, 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 manor.
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 exposé
'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 wend 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 dinning 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
manor. 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.
End of Story