Emma Goes to Work, Part 3

by PensiveWriterType

Here's part 3 of my story. Once again, I hope you enjoy it and feel free to email me with any feedback. Thanks.

Emma looked up at the face above her and knew she had no choice. She rose and followed Mrs. Morgan as she turned away from the wardrobe. She glanced quickly at Abby to see shock, scarlet cheeks, and horrible shame on her face. The emotions barely registered for her though as she trembled with her own terror.

"Stand there, next to Abigail," Mrs. Morgan said, pointing. Emma quickly obeyed, but she fixed her gaze on the floor unable to look at the woman who intimidated her so much.

"Spying on your mother's boss..." Mrs. Morgan said. "That's very naughty, Ms. Ryan. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Emma's throat felt impossibly dry, but she spoke anyway. "How... how did you know I was there?"

"I thought I saw someone very small and very blonde enter my office while I was in the conference room across the hall. I wasn't sure until I heard you... well, unzipping your pants."

Emma nearly choked and reached for the fly of her jeans, which still hung open, exposing a glimpse of white panties.

"Stop," Mrs. Morgan said. She didn't raise her voice, but she didn't have to raise it. Emma's hands froze then fell back to her side, letting her jeans and her shame stay open for Mrs. Morgan to see.

There was a long pause where no one spoke. Emma hazarded a glance up at Mrs. Morgan. The woman seemed to be looking down at her, appraising her. Emma had never felt more exposed. She could see her weighing Emma's hair, her clothes, her body.

She gulped, summoning her courage, forcing herself to look Mrs. Morgan in her eyes.

"What... what are you going to do?" Emma asked.

Mrs. Morgan's eyes focused on hers. She seemed a little surprised that Emma didn't look away.

"Well," she said slowly, "I see two options: I can call your mother into your office, then I can tell her that I caught you spying on me in my office while masturbating, then I can fire her."

Emma felt her chest contract.

"Or," she said, seeing the girl's reaction, "you can do whatever I say and work off your mistake."

Emma's mind sank under a current of terrifying thoughts. She tried to think clearly but there was too much. Admits all those thoughts, something strange sprang up. A memory of the third grade, a large and terrifying older girl had terrorized her friends. It always bugged her that she had let that girl do that. She gritted her teeth and breathed deep and forced herself to speak.

"But I saw you..." was all she could manage. It felt simple and stupid and fell a little flat in her mind, but she knew the implication there, and from the look on Mrs. Morgan's face, so did she.

The older woman seemed to reconsider her then, but only for a moment.

Mrs. Morgan leaned down to where Emma stood, resting her hand on the desk and leaning towards Emma. She moved her mouth very close to the girl's ear.

"If someone told you all the things you had seen in the past few minutes," she whispered so quietly even Abby wouldn't be able to hear, "would you believe them?"

Emma didn't say anything to this. She didn't like giving in to bullies, and she really didn't like losing arguments she felt she could still fight, but there was something more to this argument. When Mrs. Morgan had leaned in she felt the woman's breath on her ear, and she saw her breasts and her pretty black bra, and she smelled the sent of herself and Abby on her skin.

"What would you want me to do?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Mrs. Morgan's cold stare warmed ever so slightly.

"You've been listening to us for a while now, didn't you hear?" Mrs. Morgan said, smiling.

"I don't understand."

"I promised Abigail a reward," Mrs. Morgan said simply. "You're her reward."

"What?" Emma and Abby asked at the same time. They both jerked their heads, turning towards each other in surprise. Their eyes locked and they looked away.

"What does that mean... ma'am?" Emma asked, adding the last after receiving a severely raised eyebrow from Mrs. Morgan.

Instead of answering Emma, though, she looked to Abby and said, "Abigail, sit back on the desk like you were earlier."

Abby gulped silently, "Like I was earlier?"

"Exactly like you were," Mrs. Morgan said.

Abby hesitated for a brief moment then leaned against the desk and slowly slid herself up. She looked at her mother, then at Emma, then back to her mother who nodded slowly. Abby took a deep breath then slowly brought her feet, clad in loafers and knee-high socks up to rest on the desktop. Once again, her pleated grey skirt slid down her spread thighs, though this time her plain panties were still in place.

"Are you ready to do what I tell you?" Mrs. Morgan asked, looking seriously at Emma.

Emma thought about her mother being called in, and she thought her mother seeing her like this, and she thought about her mother losing her job, and last of all she thought of the nice and sweet girl on the desk and her beautiful and cruel mother.

"Yes, ma'am," she said.

"Good," Mrs. Morgan said, smiling. "Then take off your jeans."

Emma gulped audibly, but gripped her thumbs around the waistband of her jeans and slowly pulled them down and over her ankle socks after slipping out of her tennis shoes.

Mrs. Morgan ran her eyes over her plain white bikini panties she wore.

"Now your t-shirt, dear," Mrs. Morgan said. Emma gulped but reached for the hem of her shirt. She slowly pulled it over her head and dropped it next to her jeans. She had to resist the urge to cover herself as Mrs. Morgan's eyes took in her plain white bra and her small breasts. Mrs. Morgan licked her lips, and she seemed to breathe a little heavier.

Emma thought she was about to say something then, but instead she stood, and slid her blazer off her shoulders. She pulled at her blouse, untucking it, then undid the remaining buttons at the bottom before sliding it off as well and tossing it to the floor. Finally, she turned, presenting the back of her skirt to Emma.

"Unzip me, please," she said.

Emma's hand only trembled slightly as she pulled the zipper down. When she had finished, Mrs. Morgan wiggled her hips and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it with her heels still on.

She turned letting her daughter and Emma both take in the sight of her in only her expensive black lingerie. Her hair was still pulled back, which only made Emma's eyes wander more over her full breasts, smooth stomach, nicely rounded hips, firm bottom and very long legs.

"There," she said, readjusting her bra and her panties before sitting back down in her chair. "That's much more comfortable, isn't it Emma?"

Emma was a little surprised to learn that Mrs. Morgan knew her name.

"Yes, ma'am," she said quietly.

Emma's eyes moved from Mrs. Morgan to Abby, still sitting with her legs spread, somehow still looking scared and mortified.

Mrs. Morgan noticed the look.

"Emma," she said, "come sit on my lap."

She said this patting her expensive panties. She did it very casually, and that only made Emma more nervous, but she did what Mrs. Morgan told her. When she sat on her lap, she could actually feel the satiny lace rubbing against her cotton covered bottom. Mrs. Morgan tensed slightly and gripped Emma's thighs, repositioning her slightly on her lap—Emma could feel warm moisture beneath her bottom now.

Once Emma was positioned between her legs, Mrs. Morgan slid her chair forward until they were both in front of Abby.

"Scoot forward," Mrs. Morgan told her daughter. "Hang your legs off desk and rest your feet on my knees, so Emma gets a good look at you."

Abby pulled herself forward, and Mrs. Morgan slid her hands up her calves as she positioned her feet as directed. Emma was now positioned not uncomfortably but beyond surreally on Mrs. Morgan's lap, legs draped between the woman's, her shoulders leaning against Mrs. Morgan's lacy breasts. Mrs. Morgan's arms were around her, gently stroking Abby's legs resting her knees. The position placed Emma between both mother and daughter's legs. She was pressed against Mrs. Morgan and also only inches away from Abby's face.

Abby's normally white cheeks held circles of deep scarlet and she was unable to look at her in the eyes, but Emma couldn't look her in the eyes either.

"Let's give Emma a better look at your sexy panties, Abigail," Mrs. Morgan said, sliding her hands up Abby's legs and thighs to grip the hem of daughter's skirt, pulling it up until it was draped over her hips, exposing her panties again.

Emma tensed and her breath shook slightly. She was so much closer now than before.

"Why don't you take off your blazer, Abigail?" Mrs. Morgan said. "Emma can help.

Emma understood the silent command, leaning forward and reaching up to grasp the blazer's lapels. Abby still wouldn't look at her, but she shrugged her shoulders and squirmed her arms out of the sleeves as Emma pulled it off her shoulders. When it was free, Emma started to toss it towards her own pile of clothes but hesitated. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise. It was clear that her new friend wasn't wearing a bra, and two hard points poke out from her flat chest beneath her blouse. Emma let the jacket fall, unable to take her gaze away from Abby.

"Unbutton her shirt now," Mrs. Morgan whispered, her lips pressing into Emma's ear as she spoke.

Emma's hands shook as she reached out. She grasped the first button, undoing it, and continued down, exposing more and more of the pale skin beneath. Her breath caught at the bottom button tucked into Abby's skirt. She didn't need Mrs. Morgan to tell her what to do, reaching around the girl's waist to pull it free and finish unbuttoning the bottom buttons.

Emma reached up to her collar and slid the blouse down her shoulders until Abby pulled her arms free. Mrs. Morgan's breath fluttered the hair around her ear, and Emma could feel the warmth of her cheek against hers as they both looked at Abby. Her breasts were even smaller than Emma's—just tiny little mounds, nearly flat—but her skin was flawless over her chest and smooth stomach and narrow hips. Her faint pink nipples were small and puffy but very hard.

"You think she's sexy, don't you?" Mrs. Morgan whispered into Emma's ear. Her hand was wrapped around Emma's waist, stroking the skin around her navel. "It's okay to say it."

"Yes," Emma breathed, half whispering it.

For the first time, Abby turned to look tentatively at Emma.

She bit her lip for a moment, trying to say something but trying to hold something back before she finally

said, "Do... do you mean that?"

Emma met Abby's big brown eyes then and she felt her stomach flutter and another even warmer tingling spreading out between her legs.

"Yeah," she said, shyly. "I think you're really pretty."

Emma was the first one to look away this time, but not before she saw her new friend's cheeks go an even darker shade of red, though this time at least, she didn't think it was from embarrassment.

Emma felt Mrs. Morgan's hand expand and then relax sensually over her stomach, and she expected her to say something, give another command, but instead she let the silence last.

Emma was surprised when she heard her own voice breaking the silence.

"Would it be okay if I... like... touched you?" she asked awkwardly.

Abby's eyes widened but not with fear and she glanced from Emma's face to her mother's. Emma felt the slightest nod on her cheek, and Abby said, "Yeah, I guess, if you want to, I mean."

Emma leaned forward and touched Abby's chest beneath the collar bone just to see how her soft white skin felt. It was even smoother than it looked, but a second later Abby shivered and goosepimples rippled across her skin tightening her nipples even more if that was possible.

Emma looked up at her friend's face but found her biting her lip hard with her eyes slightly closed as she looked at Emma. It was the same way she had looked at her mom earlier. Emma realized that she was exciting Abby and that sent a heart pounding surge through her own body.

"That's so nice, Emma, but why don't you touch her like this now," Mrs. Morgan said. Her hand moved up from its place on Emma's stomach and squeezed her breast through her bra. Emma was surprised but reflexively arched her back, pushing her breast into the woman's hand. She had never been touched there, and she couldn't help but let out a little sigh as she touched her through the thin bra.

Emma wasn't even trying to obey Mrs. Morgan when her hand slid down to Abby's small breast and began to squeeze. It just seemed like the most natural thing to do, and a moment later Emma and Abby were both breathing heavily and thrusting their breasts out.

"Here," Mrs. Morgan said, reaching behind Emma's back to the clasp of her bra. "Let me make this more even for the two of you."

She flicked her fingers and Emma felt her bra slacken to be pulled off and tossed to the floor by Mrs. Morgan. This time it was Abby's turn to stare. Emma's breasts were only slightly larger, but it seemed substantial in comparison, and Emma, though pretty pale, still had a faint tan line from the summer to otherwise demarcate her breasts.

Mrs. Morgan's hands returned to Emma's chest, rubbing and squeezing her small tit in her hand while her other hand reached out and guided Emma's hand back to Abby's chest. She moved Emma's hand in unison with her own on Emma's chest until they were synced. Then, she drifted her hand away to place it on the other side of Abby's small chest.

Emma couldn't believe the triangle they had formed, but she also couldn't believe how good it felt to be touching Abby while her own breasts were being rubbed. She loved how it felt having someone touch her breasts for the first time, and she loved every sweet little face Abby made while she looked at her doing the same.

"Does it feel good having your friend touch your naughty little nipples?" Mrs. Morgan breathed to her daughter.

Abby looked at her mother and nodded silently, still biting her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pigtails shook in unison with her head, and the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks actually seemed to stand out more against the flush there.

"Good. Because Mommy knows your little nipples are sensitive. Do you want her to lick and suck on your hard little nipples? She is your reward after all."

Emma was so shocked by what Mrs. Morgan had just said that she started to turn and look at her, but then she caught Abby's eyes. She was staring into her eyes with such intensity and heat that Emma couldn't look away. It seemed so out of place on her innocent features, but it also made Emma's heart skip a beat and her toes curl slightly in her socks.

"Yes, Mommy," Abby said in the barest whisper.

"Then you better tell her what to do."

Instead of telling her anything, Abby asked her, "Emma, would you... I mean, if you want to... would you kiss my chest and, well, my... nipples? It feels, um, very... nice," she finished, weakly.

She wasn't looking at Emma anymore as she finished, so she was surprised when she felt lips against her skin beneath her collar bone and looked down to see Emma's face there. Emma pulled back and smiled shyly up at her before returning to kiss her chest again.

She kissed lower and lower until she was pressing her lips into the small mound of her chest. Her skin felt even smoother against her lips then it did against Emma's fingers, and her nose filled with a sweet, clean scent that filled up her head. Finally, Emma kisses fell across the small, bumpy ridges of her friend's hard nipple. Abby gasped, and immediately wrapped finger's through Emma's hair, pressing her lightly but insistently into her chest.

Emma opened her lips and licked gently. Her nipple felt long and soft. She quickly sucked it further into her mouth. Abby moaned and Emma wrapped her arms lightly around her.

"Does that feel good, Sweetheart?" Mrs. Morgan said. She still played with Abby's other breast and moved between both of Emma's with her other hand.

"Yes, Mommy," Abby said.

"Tell her."

"That... that feels really nice," she gasped. "You're lips are very soft and nice."

"You're really soft too," Emma said, pulling her lips away from her friend and smiling up at her. She realized that she liked her as much more than a friend. She had never been kissed before, she had never really met a boy she liked enough to do that with, but she wanted more than anything to kiss Abby right then.

"Very good," Mrs. Morgan said. "You're both so sweet, but now I think it's time to give Abby her real reward."

Mrs. Morgan's hands moved away from both their breasts then, Emma almost sighed with disappointment, but then she placed her hands on Abby's hips, gripping her panties between her fingers. Abby understood, lifting her skinny hips so that her mom could slide them down her legs, revealing her hairless puffy slit once again.

Once they were free from her feet, Mrs. Morgan held her daughter's panties in front of both of their faces. Emma could see the wet circle on the crotch. Mrs. Morgan brought them up to her face. Emma turned and could see her sniffing them with her eyes closed in delight. Mrs. Morgan saw her looking and brought them up to her nose.

"Smell them," she said, placing the crotch of the white panties beneath her nose. Emma smelled, and her chest tightened. The scent there made her head swim, and she licked her lips.

"Go ahead," Mrs. Morgan said, catching the action. "Give them a little lick."

She turned the crotch so that Emma could see the slick wetness on the fibers and pressed it against her lips before she could respond. With no other choice, Emma parted her lips and licked the fabric. It mostly just tasted like cotton, but there was also something subtle and sweet there. She licked again, less reluctantly this time. Mrs. Morgan continued holding them against her lips until she was satisfied she had replaced the moisture completely. When she pulled them away, Emma saw that Abby had watched this intently.

"I think you're ready for the real thing now, Emma," she said.

"Abigail, put your feet up on the desk and spread them apart, so I can show your friend what to do to make you happy."

Abby slid her feet up but this time she spread her legs even further. Mrs. Morgan reached around Emma once again, spreading her daughter's puffy white lips to expose the pink between. It glistened even wetter than it had before.

"I want you to give her a kiss now, Emma," Mrs. Morgan said. "I want you to start right here," she said, pointing to Abby's clit, rubbing it slightly.

Emma could feel Mrs. Morgan's chest rising harder and faster, and she knew she had no choice, so she leaned in bringing her face between Abby's legs until her tender young lips met with slick wet heat. She kissed her, letting her lips linger, trying not to notice how nice the new sensation felt on her lips. As she pulled back, a strand of sticky moisture stuck to her lip, stringing between them until it broke. Abby moaned, louder than she had yet.

"Very good," Mrs. Morgan said. "Now, this time, when you kiss her, open your lips and suck. You'll feel her sensitive little clitoris in your mouth. I want you to suck on it."

Emma kissed her again, parting her lips, sucking, and when she felt the little nub she touched it gently with her tongue. She heard Abby moan again, but this time when she tried to pull away she felt Abby's small but surprisingly strong hand press her face back into her. The bold gesture caught Emma by surprise, but the surprise soon turned into lust as she realized what she was doing to the girl she now had a terribly strong crush on.

"That's it," Mrs. Morgan said. "Just keep going."

Emma didn't even need the encouragement anymore. She suddenly felt strangely brave and excited about something she would have found horrible and disgusting only an hour before. She sucked and licked faster and soon slid her lips down to take Abby's lips between hers. She loved how the tight puffy flesh felt so soft and slick sliding between her tongue and lips. She pulled her own hands up reflexively, resting her elbows on her thighs and pulling her apart so that she could get her mouth to the different places she wanted to explore. She couldn't describe the texture or the taste or the smell or feel of her warm thighs against her cheeks; she just knew it all felt amazing. She barely even noticed that she had knocked Mrs. Morgan's hands away in her haste, but she didn't really care either. Especially, since Mrs. Morgan decided to use her newly freed hands to touch Emma.

As she licked and kissed and spread and sucked, she felt Mrs. Morgan rub and pull and squeeze her sensitive breasts, but she also felt her other hand dance down her stomach to slide along the waistband of her panties. No one had touched her there since she was in diapers and the sensation half tickled and half thrilled her. She squirmed her bottom reflexively against Mrs. Morgan's panties.

"Oh my," Mrs. Morgan gasped, seemingly surprised at the pleasing reaction she had caused. "You are a sensitive one, you naughty little girl."

Emma only half heard and half noticed all of this, as she had just discovered Abby's vaginal opening, and she had noticed that when she licked and sucked just above the entrance that it caused Abby to whimper in a very adorable away. She loved it, and now she was doing everything she could to repeat it with great success.

Mrs. Morgan noticed the noise too and noticed where Emma's mouth had gone to cause it.

"That's good, Emma," she said, "try sliding a finger into her."

Before she could though, Emma felt Mrs. Morgan place a finger on her own pussy through her panties.

"Ah!" she gasped into Abby's pussy.

"See how good a simple finger can feel?" Mrs. Morgan whispered into her ear, her hot sweet breath blowing Emma's long hair around her cheek. She continued to slid the finger up and down her panties, pausing to rub both at the top and bottom of her slit. It drove Emma insane. She couldn't believe how sensitive she felt. The strangest part was that the more Mrs. Morgan touched her, the more she wanted to please Abby. Abby who whimpered and played with her hair and rubbed her cheek sometimes as she licked.

She should just want to lie back and let Mrs. Morgan work on her—that's how she usually went about life, letting others do things for her—but now the better she felt the more she wanted Abby to feel good.

So she pulled her lips away for a moment, and slowly slid her index finger up into Abby. She watched her for a reaction, and she wasn't disappointed as Abby's face looked first surprised, then sublimely happy, then lost in excitement as her white and just slightly too large front teeth bit into her bottom lip.

Emma hesitantly began sliding her finger in and out of Abby, and, just as she had done earlier, Abby began to move her hips into Emma's finger as she stroked in and out.

"She's very sexy, isn't she Emma," Mrs. Morgan said, cupping Emma's throbbing pussy in her hand as she whispered in her ear. "Who would have thought I'd have two little lezzie school girl sluts to play with today?"

The sharp word stung Emma's subconscious, but before she could speak to object she felt Mrs. Morgan's finger slid into Emma's panties and up inside of her. Her other hand pressed Emma's head back down to Abby's clit and waves of pleasure rolled over. She realized somewhere deep inside that she was being fingered for the first time by her mother's boss while she desperately sucked at her daughter's pussy, and she knew that should be horrifying, but instead she just let it all wash her away.

Was it true? Was she a slut? Was she a lesbian? She knew these were extremely important questions to her, so why didn't she care?

Her mouth licked and sucked, while her finger moved in and out in a faster rhythm to match the one Mrs. Morgan set inside her own panties. Her bottom was squirming into Mrs. Morgan's panties in a similar rhythm, and Mrs. Morgan was grinding her hips upward to meet it. Emma wanted her to. She wanted to please them both at once, mother and daughter.

"Oh Emma," she heard Abby say, squeezing her hand tighter in Emma's head.

Emma looked up at her, chin and lips still buried between her legs, and saw that Abby was looking hard into her eyes. Emma smiled and Abby smiled back, though she knew her new friend felt the smile more than she saw it.

"I'm close," she mouthed, looking a little nervous for the first time since Emma had dipped between her legs. She knew these words were meant just for her, and she could see how scared she was to let herself go completely in front of Emma.

Emma's own body was wracked with pleasure as Mrs. Morgan moved a finger inside of her and a finger on her clit, while her impossibly sexy panties and body were writhing up into her body.

Emma separated those feelings of lust and love and friendship for that brief moment and looked back into Abby's eyes. She looked up into Abby's pretty brown eyes, pulled her lips away, nodded reassuringly, and mouthed back up to Abby, "Good."

She plunged a second finger inside Abby, wriggling them inside her, and both girls looked into each other's eyes as the orgasm crashed over Abby.

Abby's hips began to buck hard and wild into Emma and torrents of cum washed out over Emma's hands and chin and neck and chest. She could feel the tight muscles inside her pussy clenching around her fingers and see the muscles in her stomach contract. Emma wrapped an arm around her thigh and pressed her cheek against it, hugging what part of her she could reach as she let her orgasm work around her fingers and her face.

"Oh yes, Abby, that's it," Mrs. Morgan said, plunging a finger deep inside Emma as she watched the two of them share Abby's orgasm. "Come for, Emma, sweetheart."

Emma felt the muscles inside Abby relax first and new it was passing. She watched one by one as the muscles rippled into exhaustion from her cunny out to her thighs and stomach and chest and arms, but despite the exhaustion that was obvious in her now slack form, Abby still held herself up to look down at Emma.

"That was awesome, Abby," Emma said, smiling and raising herself up to be eye to eye with Abby.

Her pale cheeks were dotted with deepest scarlet beneath her freckles and she was breathing like she had just run a marathon, but she smiled blearly at Emma.

"Thank you," she said, finally more sweet than shy.

"Well," Mrs. Morgan said. "I'm starting to feel like a bit a of a third wheel here."

As if to prove a point dipped her finger back inside of Emma, curling it to connect nerves Emma never knew could have existed while squeezing her small sensitive breast at the same time.

"Ah, Mrs. Morgan!" Emma gasped, arching her back and thrusting herself back into Mrs. Morgan's body. With Abby's pleasure to focus on, she hadn't quite realized the intensity of the sensations coursing through her here-to-untouched body. Now, with Abby sated and left to watch, Emma was left to focus on just that, and she hadn't realized how incredibly aroused her body had become.

Mrs. Morgan pulled her finger in and out with teasing slowness.

"You know, Emma, you've been a very good girl through all of this, and you did such a very good job giving Abby her reward that I think it's time you got a reward too," she said, sliding her hand down as she spoke so that it was rubbing her clit while she fingered her with her other hand, "would like a reward, Emma?"

"Y-yes, ma-am," Emma gasped.

"Yes what? Tell me what you want."

"I want you to give me a reward, Mrs. Morgan," Emma blurted. She wanted one of Mrs. Morgan's rewards so bad she would do anything. She felt like all of her mind was gone, and she was now a slave to the pleasure she felt. "I'll do anything, please."

She could almost feel Mrs. Morgan smiling be

"Good dear," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "That's very good."

To Emma's incredible disappointment, Mrs. Morgan pulled her hands away from her. Gripping her bottom, she lifted Emma upwards, and Emma rose reluctantly from the woman's soft, warm lap. Once she was standing again, Mrs. Morgan slid her chair away from the desk again. Standing, she walked over to the wardrobe Emma had been hiding in what seemed like a lifetime ago but had actually only been a matter of minutes.

Emma's mind raced as the woman reached inside to pull something out. Was this part of her reward? What new craziness could this possibly be? She was only more confused then, when Mrs. Morgan pulled out a long black coat. It made sense, what did she expect her to pull out the closet? But as she pulled the black coat on, Emma couldn't understand why she didn't put her clothes back on if she wanted to be dressed.

However, Emma's confusion was quickly thrown out of her mind. After tying the coat tightly, Mrs. Morgan walked back to the desk to press her intercom once again.

"Yes, Mrs. Morgan?" The receptionist's bright voice chirruped once again.

"Mrs. Bell, please send in Mrs. Ryan in immediately."

"WHAT?" Emma nearly screamed as Mrs. Morgan released her finger from the intercom. Abby leapt from the desk as well looking frantically between her mother and Emma.

"You two may want to hide in the wardrobe," Mrs. Morgan said as she casually began picking up all of the articles of clothing scattered about their desk. She glanced up when neither of them moved. "Now?" she said.

Both girls jumped again, looking at each other for a moment in bewildered horror before simultaneously dashing towards the wardrobe. They bumped into each other, then twisted against the blouses and blazers before finally roughly pushing everything to the side to cram into the wardrobe side by side, shutting the wardrobe doors so that there was only a small crack which they could peek through.