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Greetings!

Here the second revision to The Nanny: more sex, less typos!
Bye!
LCDRJMC


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[lcdrjmc & Greatness] Subject: The Nanny (2nd Revision)
(F+/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

Here we go with yet another little tale of sizzling
sex, unspeakable betrayal, and child care.  'Ta!
LCDRJMC

Standard Disclaimer:  This is a work of erotic fiction.  
It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go 
away.  It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to 
pass it around, feel free.  Just keep the header and text 
as is and all will be well.  Have fun.


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 large mahogany 
desk 
and sat in the plush leather seat.  After sparing a quick 
glance around her elegant office, she pulled a key from a 
small, secret compartment in the desk and unlocked the 
center drawer.  This was where she always kept her 
special things, secret things.  From a stack of slim 
manila envelopes, she took from the drawer one marked 
only by a large red 'F', and carefully opened it.
   Inside the envelope were six single-page personal 
summaries, each with an attached small color photograph 
in the upper left corner.  She saw with satisfaction that 
each photo was the professionally done half-length 
portrait of a beautiful young woman.  She closed the 
drawer and removed all of the files from the envelope.  
She then methodically spread the files out across the 
empty top of the large desk.
   "Now, what choices does she have for us this time?" 
she said softly, her dark eyes glittering slits behind 
the lowered lids.   
   Forthingill was very expensive, but her stock was the 
best in the trade, no question.
   "Where does she find them?" Jacquelyn quietly 
wondered.
   She read each of the files carefully.  After a quick 
deliberation, she selected one and returned the rest to 
the envelope.
   The name at the top of the sheet read "Valentine, 
Athena ****."   The stars were Forthingill's own estimate 
of the girl's suitability to her client's needs.  Four 
stars was the highest rating possible.
   Forthingill always made it a point to guarantee 
nothing.  Her ratings were a measure of potential, and 
that was all.  With human nature, nothing was certain.  
But, her estimates were inevitably quite accurate, and 
well worth the non-refundable, and usually astronomical 
price.
  Jacquelyn went down the girl's statistics: parents 
divorced, lived from early infancy with strict mother, 
equivalent high-school degree based on home tutoring, age 
18, height 5'6", weight 110 pounds, bust 35", waist 22", 
hips 34", hair blonde, eyes blue, no distinguishing 
marks.
   She looked at the girl's portrait again.  "Perfect," 
she thought.  "Just perfect."
 

The Nanny:  Part I

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

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

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

    After waiting in the boarding area for two hours past 
her departure time, she was beginning to wonder if she 
would ever get there.  Outside the glass terminal hordes 
of mechanics swarmed over the plane to correct what was 
officially announced as a 'minor difficulty.'  "Idiots.  
Who were they trying to fool?" she thought scornfully.
   It had been a rough road, but at last she was here, 
ready to start her new undercover life as a professional 
nanny.  It was such a fantastic opportunity, she could 
hardly believe it had happened to her.  They were 
actually going to pay her to live in (well, near anyway) 
an exciting big city with a wealthy family, and do what 
she enjoyed best, playing the crafty investigator on her 
unsuspecting hosts.  Of course, there was the minor fact 
that she would actually have to take care of little 
children, at least part of the time.  
   "Ugh!" she thought.  It was a draw-back to be sure, as 
she didn't really like the little stinkers, but it was 
the only way she could uncover the secret world of the 
modern nanny.
   One thing about modern nannies she had found out 
already: the pay was excellent.  In fact, she noted with 
chagrin that she was making less as an undercover 
reporter on per diem for the Free Press than as a nanny 
on her first assignment.  This was especially bad 
concerning the way they kept referring at the paper to 
'marvelous 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 of the other girls', had been somewhat 
different from the main student body.  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 open
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 unworldly 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 crowded 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 
pleasantly, "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 covered by a school blazer, 
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 face push right onto the back of 
her pleated skirt, at a spot just centered on her firm 
behind!  Shocked, Athena found herself pinned against 
the seat in front of her as she felt the old woman's 
prominent nose work its way between her trembling 
buttocks!
   "Oh!" the startled reporter cried.  The 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 obviously 
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 legs and hip before she found it.  
Then, she kept dropping the metal end right between her 
thighs, and had to repeatedly reach after it. The 
cringing Athena again and again offered to do it herself 
as she fought to keep from protecting herself, but it was 
obvious to her that Mrs. Murphy was a proud old woman, 
because she wouldn't allow the agitated reporter to help 
her at all.  
   By the time her seat belt was properly fastened, 
Athena was feeling very flushed and embarrassed, in spite 
of Mrs. Murphy's good intentions.
  Still, in exchange for all of her kindness and good 
intentions, Athena felt compelled to tell Mrs. Murphy all 
about herself as a new nanny and why she was going to 
Chicago.  By the time their drinks had arrived she was 
feeling quite thirsty.
   "Oooh, what is this?" she said enthusiastically as she 
could after she tasted the disappointing liquid in the 
tall, fluted glass.
   "It's a special kind of soft drink they have in 
Europe.  I understand it has very few calories."
   "My, it tickles, doesn't it?" Athena giggled, after 
carefully sipping the poor vintage.  "Now why," she 
wondered, "would this nice old lady want to slip someone 
champagne?"
   "Oh, yes.  It surely does.  Now, here's your skirt.  I 
had to use smaller buttons than usual, they were all I 
had, but otherwise it's good as new."
   Athena moved to slip the skirt on under her blanket, 
when the old woman stopped her.  "Oh, no.  You certainly 
don't want to do that."
   "I should go to the rest room, you mean."
   "No, that's not it.  You must leave it off, otherwise 
it will become terribly wrinkled."
   "Oh, my!  I couldn't do that!  I just couldn't!"
   "Well, okay.  At least let me help you get it on, 
then."
   "NO!"  Athena inadvertently shouted.  After seeing the 
terribly hurt look on the face of her aged companion, she 
softened her protest to, "No, I can do it myself.  
Really."
   She opened her seat belt and, after looking guiltily 
around the cabin, pulled up her skirt over her legs as 
surreptitiously as possible.  Raising herself slightly 
above her seat, she pulled it up over her hips.   She 
tucked in her blouse and attempted to fastened her skirt.
   Athena discovered she had a problem with her skirt's 
new buttons.  They were so small they could hardly stay 
in their holes.  She would have to replace them as soon 
possible after she arrived at her new home.
   She looked over at her companion and saw tears rolling 
down the kindly old woman's face.  "Oh, my!" thought 
Athena.  "I've done a terrible thing.  I must have really 
hurt her, and all she wanted was to help me."
   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, okay?"
   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 
(gulp!) fasten my seat belt for me again.  I always have 
trouble with those silly things."  The things she had to 
do, Athena 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, making 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.  It was 
during those times when Mrs. Murphy would be fumbling 
endlessly between her upper thighs for the seatbelt 
buckles (Athena couldn't believe just how often the silly 
things would come undone and fall there of all places!) 
that the reporter felt especially grateful for the 
pantyhose she was wearing.  
   Such sessions would usually leave Athena quite 
breathless when the old woman was finally done and the 
young traveler was properly fastened in her seat once 
again.  She knew of course that Mrs. Murphy could not 
possible be aware of what she was doing to her, yet she 
still wished that the old woman would not touch her 
between the legs so much when she was fumbling around 
under the blanket.  It was normally just a casual 
brushing or two, but sometimes her helper would actually 
rest her hand right on top of Athena's escalating heated 
sex while her other hand continued its incessant search 
for the slippery ends to Athena's seatbelt between the 
increasingly agitated girl's trembling thighs!
   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.  Soon even her tight pantyhose 
would be wet, and then where would she be?  All of her 
underwear was with her luggage in the cargo compartment 
underneath the plane.
   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.  Her pantyhose was 
feeling especially uncomfortable to her, it was so hot!
   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," Athena told her helper, 
"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 after what the lonely old 
woman told her, took a deep breath, stood and waited for 
her to move, so she could get by her.  Mrs. Murphy, 
however, had her eyes closed and seemed lost in though.
   Feeling very sorry for her, the last thing Athena 
wanted to do now was to disturb this very sad old person.
   "Well, at least she won't bother me this time," Athena 
thought confidently as she started to pass in front of 
Mrs. Murphy.   However, when she was directly in front of 
her aged traveling companion, Athena once again felt 
those surprisingly strong hands on her hips.    
   "Damn!" Athena muttered quietly.  "Not again!"
   "I knew this would happen," she heard Mrs. Murphy 
mutter with disapproval behind her.
   "What happened, Mrs. Murphy?" quietly asked Athena, 
patiently.
   "Your skirt!  I told you that you should have left it 
off, but nobody listens.  Now look at it!  It's nothing 
but a mass of wrinkles, all across the back."
   About to tell her that it was really all right, Athena 
was startled to feel the old woman's hands move briskly, 
lightly brushing the skirt's material up-and-down where 
it covered the rounded contours of her sensitive behind!
   "Oh, my!"  she gasped.  "Mrs. Murphy, what are you 
doing?" Athena whispered fiercely.
   "Getting ride of these foolish and senseless wrinkles 
of yours," the woman replied matter-of-factly.
   "I...I can do that, myself.  Really,"  the blushing 
Athena whispered.
   "Don't be silly.  I'll just smooth it out right here, 
the way we did it before there were irons.  Don't worry, 
my child.  Everything will be fine in just a jiffy."

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

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

   While Athena was worried about onlookers, Mrs. Murphy 
changed her tactics.  Her hands were now squeezing more 
than rubbing the tight young ass before her.  The 
buttocks quivered under the assault but Mrs. Murphy 
persistently continued her expert manipulations on the 
succulent half-moons until she could hear the beautiful 
young girl quietly panting.  It was time.

   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 
but still covered 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?"
   "My goodness!" croaked Mrs. Murphy.  "You poor dear!"
   "What?" finally whispered a frantic Athena as she 
felt the old woman's hands freely moving over her behind 
and between her thighs.  "What is it?"
   "Runs!  Your stockings have these terrible runs in 
them."
   "Oh, no!"  They were a brand new pair, too!  "Where?  
I can't see them," said Athena as she turned her head and 
tried to peer down into the narrow darkness between the 
seats.
   "Here.  I'll show you."
   Athena gasped as she felt her pantyhose being pulled 
down her hips.
   "Oh, no!  Please don't!" she cried as quietly as she 
could.
   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 and her pantyhose bunched down around her 
knees, 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.  She removed the girl's pumps and pulled 
off the perfectly good pantyhose, then replaced her 
shoes.  The old woman just loved sexy pumps on bare legs 
like that.  After quickly flipping the back of the skirt 
up 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 
fingernails.  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 invariably to Mrs. Murphy the point of no return.  
Once that was allowed to happen, the girl 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, now only 
protected be the thin panties, 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 to slyly touch the 
squirming girl's vulnerable crotchband of her panties.  
The fact that they were very damp there did not escape 
her happy notice.  Not hearing any protests, she 
stepped up her expert teasing of the panty-covered cunt, 
and was soon rewarded by an ever increasing seepage of 
sweet smelling vaginal secretions.  Her victim, squirming 
less and less, was obviously 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 back and forth over the seat back, 
trying to slide sideways to the aisle on her left 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 perfect 
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 cackled 
quietly to herself. 
 
   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 and something magical began 
to happen to her highly sensitive breasts.  She just had 
to get away.  She had to get to the restroom, it was her 
only hope!
   
   Mrs. Murphy continued to play with the remarkably pert 
breasts.  They were so wonderful, she could do this all 
night.  But, time was wasting and the flight would not 
last forever.  Finally satisfied at Miss Valentine's 
mind-blown and highly aroused condition, she moved her 
hands to the girl's narrow waist and easily pulled her 
back over the seat.

   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 and thighs.  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 worried 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 and the plane 
still seemed to be doing acrobatics.  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!  Okay, 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.
   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 properly.
  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."
   "Okay, okay!" 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.  
   "Okay!" 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 had become remarkably 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.  The girl was faintly smiling.  Even better, the 
smile grew the more the old woman worked on the fantastic 
breasts.  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 and 
truly 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 moved her shoulders back to push her 
marvelous chest towards the delighted old woman.

   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 about 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 grasping 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 astonished 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.  
   "AAAAHHHHHH!" the overwhelmed reporter cried as her 
body helplessly arched over the floor.  Athena Valentine 
then slumped to the floor on her stomach, and fainted.

The Nanny:  Part Three

   The old woman licked Athena's still flowing 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, her 
secret fluids still pooling on the carpet between her 
wide-spread legs.  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 up and 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 luscious nipples one more 
little tug before putting on the bra and blouse.  She 
then dipped her fingers into 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 finished dressing the girl, 
putting on her 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 
damp 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 
that whenever 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 the stranger still staring 
at her long after she had passed her.
   "Well, hi there," chirped Mrs. Murphy, smiling up 
at the girl.  "I thought you'd died in there. I almost 
had the stewardess go to see if you were all right." 
   "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 for a few 
minutes, I'm sure," she answered.
  "No, dear.  You've been gone for almost two hours."
  "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  
have to do it all over again, she thought, as she removed 
the blanket and placed it on the floor.
 
   Mrs. Murphy had the beautiful 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.  The small name 
tag over her prominent left breast read 'Jenny Jones.'
   The old woman stared boldly into the angry stewardess' 
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 
and fondling 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 of 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 even 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 blanket 
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 bare skin while she searched for 
her things.  She lowered her right arm as far as she 
could and started desperately to feel the floor around 
her seat for her missing clothes.
   "Oh, no!" she breathed.  To her horror, she found 
that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy, 
her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor.  
She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and 
was in the process of looking for her underwear when she 
felt a familiar bump.
   She looked out of her window and saw the runway
racing by.  "Oh, God!" she moaned.  They were already on 
the ground and she was still naked underneath the 
blanket.
   She had to get dressed, she just had to!
   Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into it 
underneath the blanket.  By the strange way it fitted, 
she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong again 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 her distressed companion, quickly 
scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin with the 
other passengers.
   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.

   One hour and forty-five minutes later, her eyes full 
of wonder, Athena watched as the limousine drove through 
the imposing, opened wrought-iron gates and up a long 
curving, tree-lined drive.
   It was the Devereux home, and 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 side 
entrance by the garage 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 as her naughty nipples 
tried to poke holes in the front of her blouse.  She 
wanted desperately to stop and get her breath as well 
as her chest back under control but Becky kept urging 
her forward toward the tiny Mrs. Devereux.
   By the time they reached the waiting woman, two other 
normal sized and surprisingly striking young women 
wearing black satin 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 held her 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!  
  "OH!" Athena gasped again as she felt something press 
against her sex.  She 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.
   "Thank you, Becky.  You may put the car away now."
   "Yes, ma'am."
   "Oh, no!" the agitated reporter thought as she watched 
a grinning Becky return to the limo and disappear with it 
around the side of the house, leaving her alone with her 
strange new employer.  "What have I gotten myself into?"    
   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 not at 
all if you choose."
   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 
Around the young agitated woman's waist, began to lead 
Athena into the house.  "Come, my dear.  Let me show you 
to your suite."

   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 a 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 been designed 
strictly for the needs of the children.  The children's 
bedrooms, indoor play areas, and even a classroom were 
all conveniently located down the hall from her rooms.
   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 suite 
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 before seeing 
the rest of your magnificent house?  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 
matching panties and bra she could find and dashed into 
the bathroom.  She quickly removed what was left of her 
traveling outfit and hung everything neatly on gleaming 
brass clothes hooks located along the walls.  Athena 
thankfully relieved herself and then took a long shower 
to wash away the heavy strain of travel.

   Only wearing one of her cute new sets of bra and 
panties, the refreshed Athena checked herself one last 
time in the bathroom's full-length mirror.  She was 
washed, dried, combed, powdered, scented, and ready to go 
to work. 
   "Not bad, considering the way the day's been going," 
she murmured.  She always felt self-conscious when she 
looked into a mirror, as if she and that beautiful woman 
looking back at her could not possibly be the same person 
she knew herself to be.  Ever since she had blossomed out 
at 14, Athena was a little at odds with her body, with 
all of its lush curves and bulges, and all of the 
inherent if unwanted sensuality and popularity those 
curves and bulges brought with them.  Even now, scrubbed 
sweet and clean after her shower, she still felt sexy.
   "It's the lavender underwear, of course," she thought.  
"Must be."
   Just as well that she was completely alone, and no one 
could see her dressed like this.  She blushed as she 
though of someone from the staff walking in on her right 
now and seeing her so exposed in her decidedly skimpy 
underwear.  
   "Brrr!" she said shivering suddenly.  She wondered if 
it was right to be dressed like this, with all of that 
bare skin she was showing.  They would surely think her a 
slut if they did see her now, that's for sure.  Still, 
like the girl at the store told her when she bought them, 
that's why it's called underwear, isn't it?  No one's 
supposed to see you in them, unless of course you wanted 
them to. 
   Well, she certainly did not want that to happen, ever!   
Even so, she did want to act like her bimbo sister 
instead of a respectable journalist, didn't she?  So, she 
realized that, however reluctantly, to keep her cover 
some sacrifices must be called for on her part.  Athena 
chuckled at the thought of having to behave like her 
ridiculous, brain-dead sister.
   "Some nanny!" she said and made a face at the mirror.
   It was a nice set of lingerie, she admitted to 
herself, if a bit risqu  in keeping with her teen cover.  
Besides, a special assignment like this required nice new 
underwear.
   She knew she looked very good in the narrow French-cut 
lavender bikini panties and low-cut bra, with everything 
bordered in wonderful lace.  Her underwear were the best 
she could buy and she was proud of them, even if they did 
put a serious dent into her clothes budget.  She just 
wished they would not make her feel so darn sexy.  It was 
not something she had anticipated when she bought them, 
she simply wanted to look the part, had checked the 
sizes, and that was that.  In fact, she only got them 
because once to her astonishment she found her younger 
sister prancing around their home one entire Saturday 
when their parents were gone in a set just like this.  
   After what had happened this morning, the last thing 
Athena wanted to feel right now was sexy.  "There's 
time," she told her reflection.  "I'll just do a quick 
change, that's all."
   She was about to undo her bra, when an uneasy feeling 
suddenly overcame her and made her stop.  Even though she 
knew she was alone in her new suite and that she was 
perfectly safe, Athena decided to stay dressed until she 
located a more sensible set of underwear.  The young 
reporter could not really put her finger on it, but 
something told her that it would be better if she stayed 
dressed as much as possible, at least for the first few 
days.
  Athena looked again at the lush figure in the mirror.  
That body looking back at her still did not seem right.  
It was the body of a model, or an actress, but not of a 
dedicated undercover journalist.  
  Undercover journalist!  Oh, my God!  She had been so 
lost in her own reflection that she had completely 
forgotten she was on an assignment!
  "Mrs. Devereux!" Athena cried in alarm, when she 
suddenly remembered who was waiting for her.
   She flung open the bathroom door and flew out of the 
room, only to come skidding to an astonished stop.  
   "Mrs. Devereux!" she cried again, this time because 
there was the woman herself in her bedroom, and she was 
not alone.
   "Hello," said her employer.
   Mrs. Devereux and about ten servants had all of her 
closets and drawers open and were calmly going through 
her things.  Even the contents of her purse had been 
dumped onto the bed.  Athena was going to strongly 
protest this incredible invasion of her privacy when she 
noticed something odd about the servants, who were all 
remarkably pretty.  It was the first time she really 
noticed what they were wearing.  They were all dressed 
the same, wearing a conservative black satin maid outfit 
with white apron and black stockings, yet with a tight 
mini-skirt which gave them a surprisingly erotic 
appearance.  They were of varying ages, and all of their 
hair had the same distinct short cut, as if it too were 
part of their uniform.   
   "Oh my!" the surprised Athena gasped when everyone 
turned to look at her and she remembered what she herself 
was wearing.  Her indignation was quickly forgotten as 
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 pleaded as she moved quickly toward a 
closet.
   "Come here now," Mrs. Devereux quietly commanded, the 
normally hidden steel now very apparent in her voice.
   "Yes, ma'am," Athena meekly replied and, still 
covering herself, went over to her employer.
   "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, come to the first 
floor library and I'll join you there, okay?"
   "Yes, ma'am."
   The women eagerly crowded around the unsuspecting 
Athena as Mrs. Devereux departed.  The new nanny was 
somewhat intimidated at first at the sudden closeness of 
these vocal strangers, but their natural friendliness and 
obvious desire to welcome her into their group soon 
melted any reservations she may have felt about their 
close presence.  She became quite flattered in fact from 
all of the attention, because it appeared that everyone 
wanted to introduce themselves and talk with her at the 
same time.  "They really want me to feel at home here," 
she thought gratefully.  She must remember that she was 
the stranger here, not they.  As they taught her 
repeatedly in nanny school, it was her job to fit in with 
them, no matter how strange they might seem to her, and 
not the other way around.
   The fact that she was standing there almost completely 
undressed did not appear to bother anyone, which was 
fortunate, because the way they all wanted to hold her by 
her hands and arms in greeting, she couldn't cover 
herself at all.
   The odd thing was, as she talked, she was sure she 
felt hands start to play with the back retaining strap of 
her bra and the thin elastic waistband on the back of her 
panties.  She hardly noticed it at first, thinking it was 
just an occasional accident.  She finally realized with 
consternation that they were somehow fascinated by her 
new lavender underwear!  They were nice pieces, but 
still!  She just could not understand what these women 
found so fascinating about them.  Someone was always 
tugging on them, or running their hands along the edge of 
the material, as if they were clerks checking for a 
proper fit or a bad seam.  It was becoming very 
embarrassing!
   She soon discovered that it was not just her exotic 
underwear that attracted interest.  Hands circled her 
bare waist and ran up and down her exposed rib cage, 
causing her to loose her breath whenever it happened.  
Someone even started to brush her beautiful hair, because 
they couldn't believe how thick and heavy it was.  
   Athena could not help but be flattered by all this 
attention, even if it was overwhelming at times.  It was 
certainly more attention then she ever received as a 
reporter or at school, but still she could not help but 
feel that things were starting to become a little out of 
control.  It was all so distracting!  She soon had no 
idea what was going on around her, and was having trouble 
following the conversation of the latest person she had 
been introduced to.  
   Worse was the jumping.  She just couldn't help it!  
Try as she might to keep from doing so, every time 
someone touched her bare skin or gave her a particularly 
sharp pull on her brief clothes, she did an involuntary 
sexy little jump, which naturally caused her sensitive 
breasts to bounce and her exposed buttocks to quiver.  
Trouble was, those women were touching her and pulling on 
her clothes all the time!  Oh God!  She worried for a 
moment at the unintentional show she must be putting on 
for everyone, then relaxed.  Thank goodness there were 
only female-staff members here.  They certainly would not 
be noticing (or caring if they did notice) about such 
things.  
   Which was just as well, because Athena found herself 
jerking so much that the maids kept asking if there was 
anything the matter and was she were all right!  She was 
terribly flustered!  They must think that she had some 
sort of nervous disorder or something.
   The fact was, Athena was feeling rather strange at the 
moment.  She was getting the oddest tingles from her 
practically bare body!  It was all of that friendly 
touching, of course.  She simply was not used to it.  The 
brief time she had spent with Mrs. Devereux and even that 
friendly driver, Becky, had affected her in the most 
remarkable way.  Although she hated to think about it, 
even the horrible Mrs. Murphy, with all of her senile 
fumbling who repeatedly touched and then stripped her 
naked in a airplane, had definitely bothered her in some 
way.
   As the introductions continued, hands slipped farther 
into Athena's tight panties.  Her increasingly dazed mind 
could only wonder what in God's name they could be 
looking for in there?  Drugs?  It was just her after all.  
Couldn't they tell that?  
   Others meanwhile were holding and pulling on her bra 
straps and cups, inadvertently causing her covered, 
bouncing breasts to expand and contract repeatedly in the 
most delightful way in their cups, almost as if they were 
being continuously squeezed.  The women were just testing 
the bra's construction of course, but why that was so 
important to them the reporter had no idea.  
   God only knew what they wanted inside her panties or 
with her bra!  Just what in hell did they want, anyway?  
To embarrass her?  If so, it was working!  She was 
feeling terribly embarrassed, with all of those playful 
hands constantly toying with her poor underwear. 
   She was going to say to something again, then decided 
not to.  Athena was so confused.  She did not know what 
she was supposed to do any more.  What if they were doing 
this for another reason, and not just to humiliate her on 
her first day.  Perhaps they knew something about women's 
undergarments that she did not, possible defects in their 
manufacture, and there was a story in it.  Wouldn't that 
be great?  But what if she spoiled it all by making a 
scene and they would have nothing more to do with her?
   It was all so weird!  The more they touched her, the 
more her mind clouded until she was frequently only aware 
of her electrified body and nothing else.  What was 
happening?  Athena simply could not understand it.  Here 
she was, half-undressed in the center of a group of 
women, with their hands all over her, yet she didn't dare 
do anything about it.  What could she accuse them of, 
being interested in what she was wearing, or of being too 
friendly?  Talk about being foolish!  Besides, what else 
could they possibly want of her?  What could they want?
   As a brand-new employee, to do anything against any of 
the members of her new household now at the time of first 
introductions would probably create the worst scene of 
all time.  At nanny school they had horrified her with 
tales of recent hires being rejected from very nice homes 
within the first week, simply because they could not fit 
in with the household.  Rejected, just like that!
   Athena was sure she would be out in the street soon 
after, thrown out of this fabulous estate as some 
hysterical, trouble-making female.  How could she ever 
explain that to her disappointed editor, or to herself?  
   She was after all a college graduate and a properly 
trained professional nanny.  She simply must learn to 
deal with the unusual for the sake of her precious 
assignment as an undercover nanny.  Nothing must 
jeopardize that.  Nothing must come between her and her 
rightful destiny.  Not a thing!  It was her ticket to 
big-time journalism and absolutely nothing, especially 
some minor embarrassments like this, was going to stop 
her from using it.  
   Helpless to protect herself, Athena could feel her 
panties being slowly pulled higher and higher over her 
hips.  She was sure her ass were becoming more and more 
exposed as the material went between her buttocks, while 
at the same time the slick crotchband was digging 
increasingly deeper into her tingling vulva, pressing 
tightly against the throbbing clit.  When she thought the 
pressure against her sex was finally too great and she 
would surely cum, fingers would find their way into her 
leg-holes and slowly pull everything out again, leaving 
her truly breathless at such intimate contact.  She was 
grateful, of course, for the thoughtfulness of someone in 
fixing her panties for her, but why the fingers had to 
linger over her trembling buttocks for so long the 
increasingly distressed Athena had no idea!  She was also 
almost positive that even her heated sex was accidentally 
touched sometimes, and she had to bite her lower lip to 
keep from crying out whenever she thought it happened!
   Even so, as humiliating as it was for people to be 
adjusting her panties like this, at least these people 
thought enough of her to ensure that her privates were 
not constantly being left hanging out!  That is, until 
her panties worked their way up her hips and started the 
whole ridiculous thing all over again!
   Her breasts were feeling tight within their thin 
protective cups, while her out-of-control nipples were 
trying desperately to pierce holes right through them!  
It didn't help that someone was always accidentally 
brushing her erect breast tips with a hand, or, (worse) 
when someone happened to give one of her cups a tug and  
inadvertently got some of her sensitive nipple-flesh 
along with it.  
   Such things were always happening to her proud bust, 
especially in a crowd like this one, and Athena realized 
reluctantly that such accidents truly unavoidable, 
regardless of how embarrassing they might be to her 
personally.  "At least this can't go on forever," she 
thought hopefully.
   But it did!  She worried about the size of the staff 
at the Devereux estate.  It  must be enormous, 
considering the number of women and girls she was being 
introduced to.  The problem was that every one of them 
felt compelled to inspect Athena's new sexy underwear!
   Not only that, but some had knelt all around her and 
were running their hands up and down her smooth legs, all 
the way up to the very tops of her thighs!
   Athena was trying to talk with Rose, a pretty middle-
aged woman who was the head of the household staff.  She 
was attempting to find out what it was like to work here 
when a silly tug-of-war broke out over her panties.  
Those looking at the front would pull, then those looking 
at the back would pull in return.  Her panties had again  
worked their way deep between her buttocks and the 
swollen lips of her heated sex.  Her bra had meanwhile 
finally been pulled out far enough that her poor breasts 
were able to escape from their confinement and were 
thrusting proudly into the cool air of the room, while 
her bra cups now rested uncomfortably around her neck.  
She knew she was terribly revealed by now, but the worst 
part was how her body was reacting to all of this.  Her 
exposed nipples were amazingly hard bullets which were 
translating the slightest touch into mind-bending 
sensations, while down below the slick crotchband of her 
sawing panties was rubbing continuously against her erect 
clitoris, and Athena, the sweat running down the sides of 
her face, had to fight fiercely to keep from cumming!  
   Terrified, she was suddenly sure that she was being 
groped by a group of degenerate cultists or something.  
Her body trembled as her befuddled mind worried about 
what was to happen next: a climax, death or both. 
   Unable to help herself, Athena prepared to scream and 
run for her life when, all at once, it was over.  She 
noticed that she was suddenly alone.  The women had all 
said their cheerful good-byes and left.   
   She continued to stand there, her underwear still as 
the mischievous maids had left them.  The dazed reporter 
was gasping at the edge of a massive unrealized climax.  
She was so close to it that she felt she could explode at 
any second!
   "How could they leave me like this?" she muttered.  
Torn between despair and need, she was afraid to move 
less she trigger her own orgasm! 
   Athena was not so confidant now about what had just 
occurred.  It certainly wasn't some kind of sicko attack 
that she had ever heard about.  Even the limited stories 
she heard about what happened when her college friends 
went to fraternity parties at college didn't come close.
   What was she getting so worried about?  Nothing really 
happened, did it?  They said their 'hellos,' admired her 
new underwear, and left.  She told herself that they were 
just friendly people welcoming her.  She had gotten 
worked up over nothing!  How silly!  It was all so 
harmless and natural, and she would have been the perfect 
fool if she had said anything about it!
   "My God!" she said, terribly relieved.  She had been 
close to having hysterics like some Victorian maiden.  
How could she have been so wrong about them?   She just 
needed to rest a moment and everything would be fine.  
She must be still feeling the effects of traveling since 
midnight, that's all.
   Athena turned towards the bed and took a step.  The   
embedded crotchband of her panties rubbed against the 
woman's engorged clitoris and the new nanny found herself 
bent over with her hands clutching her crotch and having 
the orgasm of her life! 
   "AAAHH!" she gasped in astonishment.  She fell 
helplessly on her right side to the thickly-carpeted 
floor, too overwhelmed by the shocking torrent of 
pleasure racing through her even to stand.  She rolled 
over onto her back and, with her knees up and her hands 
still holding onto her wildly pulsating pussy, a stunned 
Athena rode out the storm boiling within her.
   Unable to resist any longer, the reporter coyly 
slipped a single finger of her right hand past the 
bunched material of her panties and into her empty 
pulsating vagina, while her left slid over her spasming 
body to tenderly hold her lonely right breast.
   When she had recovered enough to be able to think 
again, a disgusted Athena removed her offending hands, 
raised her hips and swiftly pulled down the perverse 
panties.  Unfortunately, she didn't realize how very deep 
they had become and their sudden departure from her 
highly sensitized cunt caused her to climax a second 
time.
   "NOOOO!" she cried as the second orgasm burst within 
her.  With her forgotten panties halfway down her thighs 
she tried to stand in panic, but got tangled up in them 
and fell to the floor.  
   "OOOF!" she gasped as she lay on her back once again, 
her hands holding her out-of-control sex.  Her hands knew 
what to do, and Athena closed her eyes and settled in to 
enjoy the blessed relief of another unplanned climax.
   A quiet cough made Athena's eyes pop open.  She looked 
around in horror and noticed Mrs. Devereux watching her 
with shining eyes from the open bedroom door.
   Athena's mouth opened to explain, but she was so 
paralyzed in shock only a few croaking sounds emerged.  
She prayed that the woman would not notice the fact that 
did not have time to remove that lone finger from deep 
inside of her spasming cunt, not to mention the hand 
still lovingly holding her naked right breast!
   "I wondered what was keeping you," Mrs. Devereux said 
calmly.  "Please do that on your own time, will you?  My 
schedule is rather full, and I do not have an unlimited 
amount of time to spend waiting for my staff while they 
play with themselves.  That is what you are doing, isn't 
it?  Playing with yourself?  Library.  10 minutes.  Be 
there."
   The small woman turned on her heel, and left.  It was 
only when she met the maids in the hall outside of the 
nanny suite that a small smile appeared on her face.
   "Well done, my children," she told the happy crowd.  
"Very well done.  I'll let you know when you can finish 
her.  Now, back to work."

   "Oh my God," Athena said to the empty room.  "Oh my 
God." 
   What that woman must think of her!  She really needed 
to calm down.  She had just climaxed twice and she was 
completely alone!  Athena had done it to herself and she 
wasn't even sure how.  What the hell was the matter with 
her today?
   "What am I doing?" the reporter cried in horror when 
she realized where her hands still were located.  She 
tore her hands away from her over-heated body.
   Ever since she lost her clothes on the plane she had 
been looking for villains everywhere, trying to find out 
who was causing this constant sexual haze that kept 
clouding her mind all day.  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.  She had somehow gotten 
herself so worked up worrying about what the household 
staff might be up to that Mrs. Devereux now thinks that 
she was a...a Masturbator!  
   "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" Athena said with feeling.  How 
could everything go so wrong so quickly?  Oh God!  Oh 
God!  It was incredibly humiliating to be found like 
that, undressed while flat on her back and touching 
herself!  Even if it wasn't really her fault, it was 
still a terrible first impression of her.  She never did 
anything like that.  Well, hardly ever, anyway.  But for 
her new employer to catch her in so compromising a 
position on the very first day...!   "Shit!"
   She might as well just paint 'SLUT' on her forehead 
and be done with it!
   She stood on weak and shaking legs and very carefully 
took off her soiled bra and panties.  She left them on 
the floor and staggered into the bathroom, where she 
quickly washed off the still-damp remains of her own 
obscene secretions.

   Cleaned off once again, and this time wearing one of 
her much more sensible if older sets of underwear, Athena 
again paused, this time with back to the mirror over her 
bedroom dresser, to take stock of herself.  She just 
couldn't face herself right now.
   Forthingill from nanny school was right.  In fact, the 
old girl had been correct all along.  It was the nanny 
who  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 be forced to go back to her 
editor empty-handed, a failure at her first real 
assignment as a reporter.
   Athena knew she could never do that!  She had endured 
enough shame and humiliation to last a lifetime today, 
and she had not really started her new job yet.  Enough 
was enough!  She would do whatever it required to 
complete this undercover assignment of hers, and let the 
rest take care of itself.  She would not let what had 
happen today affect the remainder of her time here.  
Athena realized that she would just have to prove to 
everyone what kind of a good and decent person she really 
was, even if it took her entire stay here to do it.
   Having made her decision, Athena felt better.  She 
turned and looked at herself briefly, then went to her 
closet and pulled out a nice pair of form-fitting 
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 structure.  
They were walking through the vast garden that was 
located behind the house, with Mrs. Devereux's arm as 
usual around Athena's narrow 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 all been so 
very 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 
a vital 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 and proper development is 
always my greatest concern; therefor, I am very 
particular about who takes care of them.  If they are not 
happy, then I am not happy.  Do you understand?"
   "Yes, ma'am.  I understand completely," Athena 
replied, chilled by the new tone in her employer's voice.
As they walked in silence for a moment, Athena thought, 
"I understand all right.  If your spoiled brats aren't 
happy, then I'm out of a job.  Shit!"
   Well, she didn't attend Miss Forthingill's for 
nothing.  Perhaps this was a good time for them to get a 
dose of her 'firm but fair' policy.  When it proves 
successful, she could write a series of articles on 
professional child rearing ('Ask Miss Valentine!'), turn 
them into a book, and then do the talk-show circuit.  
After completing her Nanny Expos , of course.
   In the middle of her dreams of wining two Pulitzer 
Prizes, while at the same time earning a great deal of 
fame and fortune on the talk-show circuit, 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.  I saw you, remember?  
Everyone has to leave home for the first time sooner or 
later, and we all have had our youthful urges to take of.  
It is nothing to be ashamed about.  I may even tell you 
about mine some day."
   Athena was trying not to sink into the ground as she 
turned beet-red in embarrassment.  "How in God's name can 
I ever convince this woman I do not masturbate?" she 
thought desperately.  "How?"
   Devereux looked thoughtfully at the beautiful girl who 
was blushing so delightfully.  "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 shocked Athena 
exclaimed loudly, surprised at how such a 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, although I 
would appreciate it if you did not teach her any of your 
bad habits.  Which reminds me, 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 wanted to talk to you about that.  I'm 
so very sorry you had to see...me...like that, and I 
apologize if I did anything that offended you.  I promise 
it will never happen again!  I'm really not like that at 
all!  It is just that I'm not used to being touched so 
MUCH!" Athena's voice rose as the hand on her tingling 
behind slipped easily between her upper thighs, to 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 even more then 
she had already.  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!" Athena croaked, 
trying desperately not to jump away from the unseemly 
pressure on her most secret of places.  "It's no problem, 
really," the novice reporter said breathlessly, bouncing 
on her feet.  "It's going to take some getting used to, 
that's all."
   "We hardly think of such things at all," Mrs. Devereux 
murmured softly, rubbing the edge of her hand back and 
forth along the indented fabric between the flustered 
woman's thighs.  Finally, she reluctantly withdrew her 
hand and returned it to the relieved Athena's left hip.
   "Come, my child.  Let me introduce you to Danielle, 
your new friend."  

   They came to Danielle's closed bedroom door, which to 
Athena's surprise Mrs. Devereux quickly opened without 
knocking first.  They found Danielle in her bedroom 
listening to CDs.  She remained sprawled on her bed, 
seemingly unaware of their presence, as the pair walked 
towards her.  She finally lifted her head slightly and 
openly took stock of the new nanny.
   "You're cute."
   "Er, thank you," the perplexed Athena replied.  No 
girl had ever called her 'cute' before.
   "Our last nanny was a pig."
   "Now, now, Danielle.  Get up and be nice.  You must be 
polite and say hello to Athena."
   Danielle languidly got up from the bed and tiredly 
slouched over to where they were standing.
   "Hello," the teenager said, managing with ease the 
difficult task of sounding interested and bored at the 
same time.
   "Athena, this is my daughter, Danielle."
   "Hi!" chirped Athena, in what she hoped was her best 
18-year old manner.
   Athena looked up in wonder at her "new friend."   Mrs. 
Devereux's eldest daughter was as tall as her mother was 
short.  Even slouched over she must have been at least 6-
feet in height, and weighed all of 110 pounds.  She had a 
full head of raven black hair worn ruler-straight down to 
her waist, and the palest complexion Athena had ever seen 
on something that wasn't a porcelain doll.  She had on 
black stretch pants and a tight black turtle neck.  To 
Athena she looked like a hairy black pencil with dabs of 
white paint scattered here and there.
   "Be sure to show her what to do, Danielle.  Remember, 
you are both expected for dinner at eight.  See you 
then."  Mrs. Devereux smiled pleasantly at them both, 
then departed.
   "My mother must really like you a lot," Danielle 
grumbled.  "She doesn't spare me even half as much time."
   "She just wanted to make me feel at home, that's all."
   "Do you swim, ride horses, that sort of thing?"
   "Oh, yes, I love to swim.  I haven't had much 
experience with horses, though.  I'm...a little bit 
afraid of them."
   "Well, let's go swimming, then.  We'll save those 
nasty old horses for another day.  But first, we need to 
get you fixed up, because the kids are coming back home 
today."
   "What!  But your mother just told me that they would 
be away for a couple of days."
   "They were away, at my Aunt's place.  But this 
afternoon they'll be back and we have to get you properly 
dressed first."
   Athena found a wall mirror and automatically looked at 
herself in wonder.  "What is wrong with the way I look?" 
she asked defensively.
   Danielle stood behind her, tightly pressing her long 
body against Athena's.  "I think you look just fine," 
Danielle said, wrapping her long arms around Athena's 
middle.  "But, you must get into your nanny's uniform now 
or Mother will skin us both!"  Danielle lifted her arms 
so that Athena's breasts were now resting on them.
   "Danielle, please!  Nanny's uniform?  Oh, of course," 
the disappointed Athena said.  At school they had told 
the students that some homes preferred their nannies to 
be in a type of maid's outfit, so that they would fit in 
more easily with the rest of the staff.  This was also 
sometimes done to try and prevent the children from 
thinking the nanny was their real mother.  Athena had 
hoped to avoid this, but it looked as if she was going to 
be wearing some silly outfit after all.  She just hoped 
it wasn't too frilly.  She knew it didn't really matter, 
as she would make sure her articles would not have any 
pictures of her in them.
    "Oh, by the way.  We're going to be bunking together 
for a while."
   "What!" Athena gasped in surprise as she watched her 
breasts being pressed together by Danielle's arms in the 
mirror.  "I was supposed to have my own room!"
   "Yes, it's a damned nuisance, but whenever the family 
gathers, I get bumped out of my room and into yours.  
Sorry."
   Athena wasn't sure that this was the best of ideas.  
Danielle was far too demonstrative in her affections for 
Athena's peace of mind.  Maybe she was lonely, Athena 
reasoned.  The unhappy girl sure wasn't getting any kind 
of support from her mother, of that she was certain.  She 
had to go along with this in order to fit in.  And maybe 
Mrs. Devereux was right, and she wanted her to be a 
companion for Danielle as well as the other children.
   Well, then.  It looked like she was getting a 
roommate.  If Danielle became too bad, she would just 
have to gently lay down the law for the teenager.  She 
was the 21-year old after all (even if she had to act 
18), and Danielle only 17.
   "That's all right, Danielle," Athena shakily said she 
felt Danielle's hot breath on the back of her neck.  "I 
don't mind your staying with me.  Really I don't."
   "Cool!" Danielle exclaimed, squeezing Athena's breasts 
between her arms again in her excitement.  "We can 
have a pajama party when all of the cousins are here.  
It'll be great fun, okay?"
   "Sounds great.  Can't wait!" Athena said, trying to 
sound as enthusiastic as she could.  As if having 
Danielle all over her wasn't bad enough, now she had to 
endure an all-night party full of giggling teenage 
girls.  She had been to only one in her life and it had 
been a crashing bore for her.  Even as a freshman in high 
school, such girls had been far too immature for her.  
God only knows what gum-snapping horrors awaited her 
during this one!
   Then it struck her.  If this was all she had to worry 
about, life was very good indeed!
   "Come on!" said Danielle.  "We need to start moving.  
By now your uniform should have been brought upstairs and 
be waiting for you in your suite."
  "Oh, well," the laughing Athena told Danielle.  "The 
things I must do for a living!"
   
   When she and Danielle had returned to her suite, 
Athena looked around each of her rooms but could find 
nothing that looked like a maid's dress.
   The only new clothes she found was something that was 
spread across the king-sized bed.  
   "What's that?  Someone's funky exercise outfit?"  the 
amused Athena asked.  
   "That's your nanny suit.  Cool, huh?"
   Athena's new-found enthusiasm for her assignment died 
a quick death when she saw the pink nightmare that was to 
be her new uniform.
    It was a body stocking with a long zipper running 
down the back.  It was made of some thin, elastic 
material that Athena couldn't even identify.  It had a 
shiny pink plastic belt and matching ankle boots with 2-
inch heels.  And that was all!
   "Oh, no!  I'm not getting into that!  I don't care!  
Oh, my God!  No-No-No!"
   "Calm down, Athena.  It's not that bad!"
   "Yes it is!  It's horrible!"  She held up the 
offending garment.  "And where's the rest of it?  This 
should just be the first part of it.  There should be 
some outer covering that goes with it.  It's usually 
small, but at least it's something!  I've seen them that 
way at my club.  So where's the rest of it?"
   "Athena!  Take it easy, will you.  You know, for 
someone who is 18, you sure take things seriously.  Don't 
you have any sense of adventure at all?"
   "ADVENTURE!?!?" Athena cried, tears streaming down her 
face.  "You call wearing this an adventure?"   Stricken, 
the sobbing woman buried her head into Danielle's thin 
chest.   
   "Come on, girl.  Let's get your things off."
   "But I don't want to!" Athena choked out.
    Danielle unfastened Athena's top behind her neck.
   "Raise your arms," Danielle commanded the still 
sobbing woman.  Athena complied without thinking and 
Danielle pulled her top up over her head and arms.  After 
taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Athena's heaving 
chest, she laid the woman's top on the bed.
   Danielle 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 when she realized with a 
shock that the young Deveroux had been undressing her.
   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 hide 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.  She had been able to 
talk her into wearing that unbelievably sexy outfit 
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 strange body stocking from Danielle 
and immediately used it to cover her naked front. She was 
backing towards the bathroom but 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."
   She collected the rest of the hated outfit from the 
bed and, with her hands now full of her new suit, belt, 
and boots, Athena once again started backing carefully 
towards the bathroom, but stopped when she realized that 
she had forgotten something even more important. 
   "Danielle, could you, er, hand me a pair of bra and 
panties from the top of the dresser?  I'd rather not have 
to walk any farther like this 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 'Oh my God' 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, I'm really 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 
once 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 equipped.
   "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/DVD 
player/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 construction.  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 
the front of her belt, Danielle strode briskly 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 household.
   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 she was going to call this part of her 
expos  'The Golden Moppets.'  She had never known such an 
expensively dressed and healthy looking bunch of little 
girls.  She was positive there wasn't a single haircut 
there which cost under $50, except possibly her own.  If 
they weren't all tow headed, they should have been.
   Not sure of what to do next, she decided to fall back 
on what they taught her at nanny school.  "Okay," she 
thought.  "Let's find out if this stuff really works."
   She walked out of the circle, jumping slightly 
whenever she felt a small hand brushing against 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 inevitably get interested in the way 
her body bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit.  
They were always trying to touch her behind or, whenever 
they were within reach, her high-set breasts.  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.  This is 
what they had to look forward to in a few years (if they 
were lucky!) and she could not really blame them for 
being so curious about her body.  Seeing her reflection 
in a mirror, she was grimly aware that she looked like 
the start of a damned female anatomy lesson. 
   Besides, she was also 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 beginning to feel 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, 
still holding the suckling child 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 too?" she asked.
   "Yes, honey.  I'll be right behind you."
   The small child smiled at her, then turned and easily 
crawled into the restroom.
   Hearing a sudden quiet descend upon the room, Athena 
turned to find the other girls looking up at her 
quizzically.
   "Just need to take care of some business with Barbara, 
then I'll be right back."
   The children returned to their games and Athena was 
left with the problem of how to get through this 
ridiculously small entrance.  What could they have been 
thinking when they designed this thing, anyway?
   Lying on her stomach, the nanny extended 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 child-sized restroom.
   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, trying to gather her courage.  Blushing furiously 
at the thought of having to expose herself before this 
mere child, the nanny reluctantly reached behind her and 
unfastened the clasp at the base of her neck.  
   "God damn it!" she muttered quietly, then quickly 
opened the zipper about a third of the way.  She moved 
her hands to her neckline, and carefully pulled the front 
of her clinging suit down just enough to completely 
expose her left breast.
   After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of 
the suit down so that her other breast was also 
completely uncovered.  "Not sure which one she'll want," 
she told herself.  Noticing how her arms were now very 
restricted in their movements, she pulled them out their 
long sleeves for good measure.
   Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts 
with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her 
on the bench with the other.  The little girl gleefully 
ran over and leapt onto 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, remember?  I'm 
just the nanny."
   "Mama!" cried Barbara again.  She quickly moved 
Athena's covering arm away and filled her mouth with the 
nanny'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 teased Athena's right 
breast, the woman settled in for a long stay.  "I wonder 
how long this is going to last?" she thought.  Athena had 
no idea how long a child was suppose to nurse at her 
mother's breast.  She wearily 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 falling asleep, but kept uncomfortably jerking 
herself awake whenever her head fell forward.  When she 
felt the small, firm hands pushing on her bare shoulders 
she willingly followed their directions and laid down on 
her back along the length of the bench.
   She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby.  Just a 
little nap, then we have to get back.  Okay?"
   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 darling 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 suddenly 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, hoping for some 
relief, 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 Athena couldn't see a 
thing past her.  
   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 the effort, she tried intently to 
think of anything else, in order 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 unsullied child!  She had 
to stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated 
herself forever in front of this precious little girl!
   "Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity,  
still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender 
little angel 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 spun around and faced the opposite direction.  
She leaned forward and pushed Athena's legs off each side 
of the bench.  The nanny's pink-covered pelvis was now 
fully open before her thirsting eyes.  It was completely 
at the girl's mercy!  Barbara mischievously used both her 
small hands to knead the succulent flesh framing the 
beguiling slit so displayed to perfection under the 
revealing nanny suit.  The spreading stain around the 
crotch looked as if someone had spilled something there.  
Barbara took advantage of the lubricated material to rub 
it over the swollen labia, then slide it deep into the 
defenseless cunt, all causing unwanted moans of 
excitement to come from the woman laying helplessly 
beneath her.  She finally pinched the erect tissue of the 
nanny's clit once again, and Athena went mad!
   "NO!!!" Athena screamed as her long-fought orgasm took 
the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly 
twitching and jumping, her firm bare breasts shaking 
madly on her chest.  The laughing Barbara was able to 
stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's 
narrow waist and holding tightly to the wide pink plastic 
belt.  She rode the frenzied nanny like a rodeo rider on 
a bucking horse!  When the astounded woman would finally 
start to quiet down, the sly Barbara would get busy and 
quickly set her off again.
   "OH GOD!  I'M CUMMING!  I'M CUMMING!" unknowingly 
shouted the devastated Athena as her body erupted again 
and again.  In stunned disbelief, she was powerless to 
stop what ever it was that was happening to her!  This 
endless series of shattering climaxes had taken her 
completely by surprise.  As soon as one would end, 
another would take its place.  
   Finally, the destroyed nanny could take no more and 
with a final agonized groan she collapsed unconscious on 
the bench.  No longer an intelligent journalist, 
little Barbara had reduced the proud 21-year-old reporter 
to merely a sweaty pink puddle of twitching nerves.

   Pleased that the nanny was finally out, Barbara 
unfastened the woman's belt, then leaned forward and 
pulled off her boots.  She placed all three items 
underneath the bench.
   After giving the center of the still-twitching hips a 
kiss, Barbara got off her lovely pink ride and went over 
to the entrance.  She was met by a crowd of her cousins 
who were already filing in.
   "She's ready now," said Barbara quietly.
   "We know," one of the eldest cousins softly said.  "We 
were listening on the intercom.  Wow!  Really something, 
isn't she?"
   "Let's go.  She wouldn't be out forever."
   They gathered around the unconscious Athena and began 
pulling the tight material of the nanny suit down and 
down, until it was completely off of her.  Barbara 
climbed back on top the nude figure, while the other 
girls (after giving the undressed woman looks filled with 
longing and an occasional caress) returned to the 
playroom, taking the soiled nanny suit with them.
   When the two were alone again, dipped her fingers deep 
into the tight, hot passage of the sleeping nanny's still 
twitching cunt and drew out copious amounts of the sweet 
fluids she found there all.  She carefully spread the 
love nectar over Athena's upper thighs and pelvis.  After 
carefully licking her fingers, Barbara began rubbing her 
hands up and down the sensitive ribs, while she licked 
all over first one succulent breast and then another.  
When Athena began to softly groan, Barbara concentrated 
on the vulnerable nipples.  She would gently hold the 
very erect nubs in her teeth, and use them to tease the 
delightfully firm breast-flesh underneath.  She pulled 
and shook the beautiful, vulnerable breasts until the 21-
year-old's eyelids finally fluttered open.

   As gasping Athena awoke to find little Barbara still 
sucking contentedly on her weirdly glowing, swollen tits.  
"Doesn't that kid ever have enough?" the dazed nanny 
thought.  
   She was surprised at the sudden change in the feel of 
the bench, it was like she was not wearing anything at 
all!  But Athena had only a brief time to wonder about 
it, because she was soon distracted by the familiar 
delicious fires spreading once more from her poor chest 
down to her tummy and beyond.  
  "Oh, no!" she thought in panic.  "We can't have that 
again."  
  "Honey?" Athena tentatively called out, even now still 
not wanting to upset the poor child.  "Sweetheart?  
It's...it's really time we got...AAAHHH!" the amazed nanny 
cried helplessly as her chest suddenly burst into a 
wondrous sexual fire.  
   "My tits!" Athena babbled as her arms flapped 
uselessly at her sides.  "Oh God, honey!  My tits!  What 
are you doing to my tits?"
  Athena writhed uncontrolled over the bench as Barbara 
now worked seriously on the perfect breasts and nipples.  
She nibbled, she sucked, she squeezed, she tweaked, and 
expertly drove the already dazed nanny out of her mind!
   No one had ever abused her proud chest in such a way  
before!  The burning reporter didn't know what to do.  It 
frightened her because what the young child was doing to 
her felt so good!  "Oh, God!" Athena thought frantically 
as she rapidly lost control to the maddening yet 
fantastic sensations pouring through her highly aroused 
body.  "What if nursing is suppose to be like this, and 
the damn kid wants to do this all the time?  I'll never 
make it!"
   Expertly driven to the limits of her endurance, 
Athena's latest climax came so quickly this time it took 
them both by surprise!  A astonished Barbara went flying 
as a furiously bucking Athena once again twisted all over 
the bench in uncontrollable ecstasy! 
   Without Barbara, Athena's heaving chest felt 
incredibly empty and she felt compelled to place her  
hands lovingly upon her own jumping breasts, squeezing 
them firmly as she endured the latest of these strange 
sexual eruptions her body was going through today.
   When her powerful climax had reached its conclusion, a 
breathless Athena guiltily removed her hands from her 
chest and, finally noticing her missing passenger, 
sheepishly looked around for the absent child.  She found 
a grinning Barbara seated on the floor in the center of 
the room.
   "Mommy!" Barbara cried happily. "I fall down!"
   "It's all right," a weary Athena said, her mind still 
terribly clouded by little Barbara's actions on her 
throbbing breasts.  "Mommy fell a little too."
  When she realized how the child must have arrived on 
the floor, the still-winded nanny gasped, "Are you...are 
you all right?"
   "Fun ride!" the little girl laughed as she stood up.  
"Let's go again!"
  "Oh, no!" blurted Athena and she quickly dragged 
herself up to a sitting position.  She would have 
preferred standing, to put her proud breasts as far out 
of the girl's reach as possible, but sitting was the best 
she could manage at the moment.  She moved to pull her 
suit back up and protect herself from this angel when she 
noticed that she had no suit to pull up.  She was stark 
naked!
   "EEEEK!!" she screamed in horror.  Athena immediately 
leaned forward, and pressed her bare front tightly onto 
her thighs, covering and holding herself in place with 
her tightly wrapped arms.  
   "My clothes!  My suit!  Where are my clothes?" she 
demanded breathlessly, stunned at the loss of her 
clothes.  She looked up and found the small child now 
standing looking quizzically before her.
   "You wet yourself, silly.  You tell me wash-wash, get 
stain out."
   "Oh, God!  I did?  I don't remember.  I must have, 
though.  Oh, God.  I must have!  I'm so sorry for 
yelling, Barbara.  Please forgive me.  It's been a very 
strange day for me and I'm a little...tired."
   "Okay," Barbara chirped.  "Our secret.  I love you, 
nanny."
   "Yes, honey.  You're very sweet and I love you, too.  
It will be our little secret."
   With a sinking heart Athena felt a drying stickiness 
between her bent-over torso and her thighs.  She decided 
that she must have indeed wet herself somehow during her 
strange interlude with little Barbara.  My God!  She had 
wet herself!
   "Jesus.  What else can I fuck up today?" she muttered 
disgustedly.
   "What?" asked Barbara.
   "Nothing, honey.  I need to wash now."
    
   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?  She had lost control.  As if 
that were not bad enough, she then must have stripped 
herself completely.  She came, she wet, she stripped.  
Right in front of this innocent!  She must be truly 
insane, to have allowed these terrible things to happen.  
Completely insane!
   She looked up at the concerned-looking Barbara 
standing in front of her.
   "You sick?" asked the golden cherub.
   "No. I'm fine," lied Athena.  "I just had an...an 
accident, that's all."
   "Yes, I know," giggled Barbara.  "You wet all over," 
she said again, pointing shyly at Athena's hips.
   "Yes, I know!" snapped Athena, then instantly 
regretted her outburst after seeing the hurt look on the 
face of the small child.
   Wearily, the reporter sat up and placed her bare feet 
on the cold tile floor, taking care to cover her still 
throbbing privates as much as possible.  
   "Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself.  "Now what 
am I supposed to do?"
   After waiting a few moments, Athena finally got off 
the bench and, while always facing toward the smirking 
Barbara, went crouching across the room.  Although it was 
extremely difficult, she slowly backed into the small 
shower stall and wedged herself inside the child-sized 
room, keeping the small glass door partly open.  No way 
was she staying undressed in the same place with that 
little girl.  She was watching her every move so intently 
it was scary.  
   Athena knew what the trouble was.  She had humiliated 
herself enough today and needed to be alone for a time, 
thank you, and being undressed in front of a child was 
not a thing to do in any event, especially this 
particular child.  Her poor breasts were still tingling 
from the going-over the girl had given her!  But Athena 
had one thing remaining to accomplish before she could 
nurse her private wounds of humiliation in secret.  She 
waved through the partially opened door to the waiting 
Barbara.
   "Barbara, I want you to go to the person who has my...my 
suit and tell them to put it first in the clothes washer, 
then the dryer.  They're both located under the long 
counter by the sink.  The laundry soap is also there.  
And to use only cold water.  Can you remember all of 
that, honey?"
   "Sure, Athena.  I 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, okay?"
   "Okay," Barbara replied and she crawled through the 
door to the play room armed with Athena's instructions.
   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 own humiliation with 
the children.  Anything to wash away her shame.

   An hour layer, it was a different woman who crawled 
through the small door and faced the children.  Athena 
Valentine, showered, combed, 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 transpired, that she still 
wasn't thinking clearly at all.  Even so, 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.  

   It was not long at all when the children began to 
touch her again, timidly at first, just a small hand here 
and there pressing against one of the nanny's succulent 
curves.  Athena still jumped a bit, but she no longer 
really protested.  She would eventually brush a straying 
hand from her as she would a bothersome fly, and that was 
all.  It did not matter, because another would soon 
replace it, and she did not really care any longer about 
such things.  She had been touched so much already.  It 
was as if the fight had gone out of her about such 
things.  No longer did she seriously try to protect 
herself from their childish attempts at touching her ripe 
body, a fact quickly realized by the 'children' 
themselves.

   After Athena ordered food for everyone from the 
kitchen, she organized a new game, a contest.  She 
divided the children into three groups and told them that 
each group must devise their own game.  The other groups 
would watch, and, after the third group was finished, 
which ever group was voted the most original and fun game 
would win.  Win what she wasn't sure, but she would worry 
about that later.  "It should keep everyone busy and out 
of my hair for a while," she thought.
   She soon noticed a change in the way the children were 
Playing in their groups.  She was not only included in 
every game, but in fact seemed to be the game's main 
ingredient.  It was not a development that she had 
counted on at all.  
   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.
   It all started innocently enough.  In fact, she was 
surprised at how sneaky they were at getting her involved 
with the first game, when all she wanted was to be left 
alone.
   The first game was horsy.  Athena was in the kitchen 
getting ready for the food she had ordered, when a member 
of the first group took her by the hand and led her 
protesting out to the play area.  She really had too much 
to do but the child was adamant and was very annoyed that 
there was a crisis so soon.
   She found the first group seated in a circle, and all 
starring intently at a spot on the floor directly in the 
center.  The child leading her took her into the circle's 
center, at pointed to the ground.  
   "Is there something there?" Athena asked as she looked 
down at the perfectly clean carpet.  "I don't see any 
thing."
   No one said a word, but they all were pointing now to 
the center spot.  
   "Was it a spill?" she wondered.  Sighing, Athena bent 
over to get a closer look, but still could not see a 
thing.  They all kept pointing, so she knelt down and 
felt all around the area with her hands.  It was 
perfectly dry.  "So what's the fuss all about?" she 
thought.  Perhaps it was a contact lens, or a small 
earring lost in the thick carpet.  Yet, try as she might, 
Athena could not see or feel a thing out of the ordinary.  
   "Oh!" she cried in surprise as someone strongly pushed 
against her raised buttocks, knocking her forward.  She 
blocked her fall with her hands, but was now resting on 
her hands and knees.  She realized that this was hardly 
the most dignified position for a nanny to be in, and 
started to stand up.  Suddenly, she had a passenger.  A 
small child was sitting on her back, keeping her on the 
floor.
   "What the...?" said a very puzzled Athena.  
   The group began shouting happily, "Horsy, horsy!"
   "Oh, no," moaned the tired nanny.  "Anything but 
that!"
   She turned her head and saw the little girl on her 
back looking so happy, she knew that she had to play 
along, at least for a short time anyway.  Then, she would 
strongly suggest that they find either a more willing 
mount or start another game, one that did not include 
her!
   Athena crawled about the room on all fours, and tried 
to make it interesting for her rider with what she hoped 
were appropriate horse sounds and movements. The little 
girl rode with her small legs curled around Athena's 
waist and used her wide pink plastic belt as a saddle.  
She knew her unfettered breasts were swaying freely 
beneath her and because of them she actually felt much 
more like a stupid cow then a horse, but the child on her 
back was obviously having the time of her life and that 
made everything worth while.  She prayed that no one 
would come in right now and see her scampering around the 
floor like this.  Still, she kept her movements as low-
keyed as she possibly could, so that her breasts would be 
as still as possible.  No point in giving these kids any 
more of a show then they were already getting.
   After a final quick circuit of the play room, Athena 
returned to the 'stable' to deposit her satisfied rider 
and return to her work in the kitchen.  But there she 
found a whole series of small happy riders who were 
waiting to ride her.  
   "Oh, no!" groaned Athena.   "I'll never be able to 
quit now."  She worriedly checked the group carefully but 
was relieved when she couldn't find little Barbara 
anywhere.  At least this was one game that couldn't get 
out of hand.
   It was the second child who grabbed her blonde hair in 
two thick bunches and started using it as a set of reins, 
guiding her left and right as needed with gentle tugs.   
Athena found herself responding more and more easily to 
the 'commands' of her riders.  It soon became obvious to 
her that most if not all of these children had been 
riding real horses for some time because of the practiced 
ease with which most had in controlling her.  They were 
not afraid in pulling on her hair quite sharply whenever 
she wanted to go somewhere they did not, or digging their 
heels sharply into her sides when she refused to move.  
Her protests were always ignored and the only way she 
could get them to stop was to go in the direction they 
wanted.
   As she grew tired, the 'trainers' began to 
occasionally pat her on her vulnerable buttocks to make 
her go faster.  The pats soon became more frequent and 
more forceful, until eventually the constant slapping had 
her racing along the floor, her unencumbered breasts 
inside her suit dancing painfully beneath her, as the 
rider on her back directed her by harshly pulling on the 
reins or digging her heels into the gasping Athena's 
sides.   
   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 "Oh!" escape her lips whenever their hands 
got too low in the excitement of the game and smacked her 
vulnerable pussy by mistake.  Her bouncing breasts were 
rubbing their tips against the tight material of her suit 
so much the terribly distracted Athena was afraid her 
nipples would burst into flame at any moment.
   So much was happening with her body that Athena never 
realized how the children were actually training her.  
She learned  to side-step, to back-up, and even to prance 
regally on command.  Athena had been turned into a docile 
show horse and, so focused was she on her over-stimulated 
body, that she never knew it had happened.
   When the children all had their turns riding and  
teaching her the basics, 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.  
   The reporter was worried at first, because her body 
was so oddly stimulated by the game, but she soon relaxed 
under the magic touch of her 'grooms'.
   The exhausted Athena was surprised to find that this 
actually helped to quell the burning in her poor, abused 
buttocks, as well as the stiffness in her muscles she had 
gotten from all of that hands-and-knees crawling.
   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 
upper legs!  They kept going far too high and would 
repeatedly press deliciously against her already tingling 
sex.  And her breasts!  They seem fascinated with the 
firm mounds and even firmer nipples.  By the time they 
had finished with her chest rub Athena felt as if her 
dangling breasts were swollen to twice their normal size.
   Except for the attention being paid to her privates, 
the tired nanny was enjoying her rubdown.  Every muscle 
received its due and surprisingly effective attention.  
It was like one of those expensive massages she had heard 
about.  Her skin felt like it should be glowing, the 
rubdown was so good.  
   In fact, it was becoming too good.  When Athena found 
herself tilting her hips slightly to receive more of that 
wonderful if unintentional touching between her legs, she 
hung her head in disgust.  How could she use innocent 
children like that, as the source of some secret pleasure 
for herself?  What on earth was going on?
   "What's the matter with me today?" she muttered.  She 
was absolutely disgusted with herself with what she had 
just been doing.  What a slut!  How could she ever hope 
to convince Mrs. Devereux what a fine, moral person she 
was if she continued to do things which involved using 
the children under her care for her own mysterious out-
of-control needs.  First it was little Barbara, and now 
this.  "What in God's name is the matter with me?"

   When they felt she was ready, they led the shattered 
woman over to the next group.  Athena was so distraught 
with lust and guilt that she did not notice at first the 
change in groups.  She never did notice that her belt was 
never returned to her.
   Now she played 'foreign car dealership.'  Athena was 
so worn out that the last thing she wanted was to be 
included in yet another silly game, but it had already 
started by the time she realized what was happening.  
This one sounded harmless enough at first.  She was again 
on all fours, but this time was pretending 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 the children had heard their 
parents complain about over the years.
   A fresh set of hands and eyes now began to explore her 
proud body, looking for 'problems.'  Once again they 
seemed intensely interested in exactly those areas of her 
Athena knew they should leave alone, yet now there was a 
difference.  
   The hands of the grooms had been grasping and greedy.  
They literally seemed to have devoured her.  The hands 
had seemed positively hungry for her proud flesh.  
   The hands of her mechanics were gentle, their feather-
like touches on her nanny suit so light at first she 
could hardly notice them as they slowly traced the 
rounded contours of her delightful body.  Athena shivered 
and goose-pimples erupted all over her.  
   She prayed it wouldn't happen but, sure enough, two 
children soon slid under her chest and began checking her 
still tender and very swollen breasts.  After their 
recent mauling, the light touches on her vulnerable 
breasts quickly captivated the dazed reporter.  When they 
started using their mouths on the erect nipples, it was 
all she could do not to press them more fully into the 
tiny faces of her small tormentors.!
   For the first time they also unzipped her suit, so 
that they could 'look under the hood.'  She let them 
check out her bare back (no harm in that), but she 
finally drew the line when she felt her suit start to 
slip off of her shoulders as impish hands had somehow 
worked their way around her sides to her glowing breasts.  
Athena shook her head slightly in an attempt to clear it 
of the growing sexual haze which surrounded her mind.  
She had no idea how long those hands had been inside the 
front of her suit and knew that it should have bothered 
her much more than it did.  She knew she should be 
worried about what was going on, but it was becoming 
increasingly difficult for her to concentrate.  There 
were hands all over her body, and Athena found it 
impossible to keep track of them.  She just wanted to 
lose herself in the incredible sensations the children 
were giving her.
   But hands on her naked breasts?  No matter how nice it 
felt, that was certainly going a bit too far, especially 
with this group.  Athena briefly sat up and, after gently 
pulling out the offending hands, re-zipped her suit 
before obediently getting back down again on all fours 
and continuing her inspection.  Strangely, she was not 
even embarrassed.  In fact she wondered why she was even 
bothering about it.  They weren't doing anything, were 
they?  Some dim alarm going off in her heated mind made 
her go through the motions, although when she got back 
into position she made sure her wonderful breast 
mechanics had what they needed.  The thought of leaving 
never entered her head.  
   After that they thankfully left her suit's zipper 
alone.
   The gentle so-called inspection and repair job 
continued.  Her mind in a complete cloud by now, Athena 
was only vaguely worried when they started talking about 
checking out her exhaust system.  Her arms were lowered 
until her face was against the floor, leaving her behind 
high in the air and her sore breasts mashed into the 
carpet, while her knees were spread apart as much as 
possible, all for 'easy access.'  Athena, the right side 
of her face almost lost in the deep carpet, soon forgot 
about everything as the children mercilessly teased her 
stewing  womanhood and anus, her hips jerking 
involuntarily to the very effective touch of their small 
digits. 
   The hands dancing ever so delicately over her lightly 
covered sex soon had the overpowered reporter wanting to 
scream for mercy from all of the unintentional teasing 
the children were giving her.  They covered every line, 
every curve, every inch of her steaming crotch.  No part 
of her escaped them!  She was so aroused she knew her 
delightfully tormented pussy was openly dripping now in 
her tight suit, but she didn't care.  It felt so 
fantastic, she didn't care about anything anymore, even 
the fingers poking into her puckered anus.
   Totally lost in the wonderful sensations of her sexual 
delirium, Athena could only groan helplessly, "Oohh.  
What are you doing to me?"
   Suddenly, she tensed in horror as she sensed the 
climax rising within her.  Athena knew she was ready to 
have an orgasm and realized too late that things had 
gotten way out of hand.  
   "Oh, no!  I'm going to cum!" she moaned in despair.  
She held her breath and waited for the ultimate 
humiliation to finally happen, her white fists 
desperately clutching the carpet.  And waited.  And 
waited.    
   She had never felt so ready, yet it did not happen!  
Trembling, she began to breath again in wonder.  "What 
happened?" she thought.
   After a while, Athena realized that the children were 
still touching her, but in a different way.  It was much 
more calming how they were rubbing her back and sides 
then before, with the delicious things they were doing to 
her sex.  She sighed in relief into the carpet, but there 
was also a vast sense of unfulfillment, even frustration 
building within her now.
   As soon as the danger of her losing control passed and 
she relaxed, the touching changed and Athena found 
herself again being carried helplessly along to the 
precipice of climax as her sex was again the delicate 
focus of the insidious mechanics, and again she was left 
trembling on the brink.  The reporter knew she would 
surly go insane if this continued!
   The dazed reporter wondered why they were doing this 
to her, when she realized that it wasn't them at all.  It 
was really her!  They couldn't know!  They were innocent 
children, young girls who could not possibly know what 
they were doing to her.  How could they?  They could not 
know what secrets stimulated a full-grown woman into 
sexual ecstasy, any more then they could know the private 
need of one to reach her sexual zenith after that.  It 
was pure madness of her to even think of it being 
otherwise.  So what was the solution?
   (Making little whimpering sounds of pure frustration, 
Athena began to move her body back and forth over the 
floor.  This caused her highly sensitive nipples to rub 
the carpet and to push her hips back into the hands of 
her tormentors.)
   Of course!  The children had no idea what they were 
really doing to her.  It was all just a game to them!  
Fortunately for her, it was a game that could not 
continue forever.
    But it did continue!  She was brought to the edge not  
once, but several times, yet the great release she so 
feared and wanted never seemed happened!  Just when the 
terrible pressure within her grew too great, it would 
magically lessen, leaving the very confused nanny feeling 
more and more frustrated. 
   Finally the game was over and Athena the Car was 
pronounced to be ready for the road.  She was quietly 
sobbing in her frustration, her tears running freely 
across her face and into the carpet.  The children wiped 
her face with a towel and somehow were able to get the 
distressed nanny to her feet.  Sometime during the game 
she must have lost her boots, because she vaguely noticed 
her feet were bare when the children led her staggering 
to the next group.  
   "Please," she begged weakly.  "Please, no more."  She 
had not a clue as to what was going on any more.  She 
knew she was at the point where she could not take any 
more of whatever it was that was happening to her.  Her 
shattered nerves demanded release.  She did not really 
care what happened to her anymore, just as long as 
something did, and soon.  As she walked, the slight 
movement of her breasts, the slick friction of her 
lubricated thighs, all nearly made her cum as she was  
walked only the brief distance to the other group.
   For Athena the last game was the worst of all.  Able 
to barely stand, they led her, disheveled and gasping, 
over to where the last group was playing.  She just stood 
there, with no one saying a word.  She was becoming 
grateful for this quiet 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 laughing helplessness.  
   "STOP IT!" she screamed as she laughed hysterically.  
"Please stop it, I beg you!  Please, please stop!  Oh 
God!  SAVE ME!"
   Helpless against the onslaught, her clever assailants 
covered her with their hands as her sides began to ache 
terribly  from all the laughter.  Ignoring her repeated 
pleas for mercy, the little ones used this opportunity 
for one last true assault on her vulnerable and 
prominently displayed erotic zones.
   A shattered 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.
   
   It was over very quickly, so quickly that Athena was 
still screaming for mercy long after the cunning children 
had finished with her.  She realized her mistake and 
became quiet, but she was beyond feeling foolish about 
it.  She was beyond feeling anything, except a hideous, 
powerful need for release!
   Although this last game was thankfully brief, for 
Athena it was more than enough.  By the time the last 
group had finished with her, she was in an alarming 
state.  Her heart was pounding heavily under her heaving 
chest.  She could not steady her breathing at all.  She 
was incredibly warm within the nanny suit and could feel 
herself sweating profusely in the cool room.  She could 
feel her nipples, surprising tender, were almost bursting 
through the thin suit.  The tight material of the suit 
that stretched over her throbbing crotch, now completely 
soaked, was like a hand holding her terribly teased sex.
  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 very ready pussy 
and dully hoped that they would not stain her suit too 
much until she could calm herself down out of this 
extraordinary sexual high she was on at the moment.  Her 
breasts were incredibly swollen and tender, the nipples 
even more so.
   She left the last group and staggered over to the 
center of the room.  Athena sank cross-legged onto the 
thick carpet, feeling completely bewildered 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 
practically piercing their way through the thin clinging 
fabric of her suit.  The children there gave knowing 
looks to those sitting behind their befuddled nanny.  
   The tiny sound of Athena's zipper being lowered ripped 
across the absolute stillness of the room like a gunshot 
heard in a church on a quiet Sunday morning.  Athena 
stiffened in alarm, but she knew there was no fight left 
in her.  Too much had happened to her!  She could not 
even think any more.  Her mind was so clouded she wasn't 
totally sure why she was there sitting on the floor.  Was 
this the start of yet another game?  Athena was only 
aware that her poor body was screaming desperately for 
some kind of release from all of the unintentional 
teasing, the divine torment she had been receiving at the 
hands of these devilish children.  If only she wasn't so 
close!  The blessed release of an orgasm was all she 
could think about!  What had those little ones been doing 
to her?  The children had unknowingly brought her to the 
edge and then had kept her there with their strange 
games.  Her climax was so close she could taste it!
   Her breasts were incredibly swollen and lonely.  It 
was all Athena could do not to press her hands tightly 
against them to comfort the proud orbs, but then how 
could she ever explain what she was doing to the 
children?  Her shaking hands were in tight fists, to keep 
from touching herself.
   She instinctively wanted to press her legs to help 
stifle the constant throbbing of her obviously outraged 
sex, but she noticed that the slightest pressure of her 
secretion-slicked thighs together caused her practically 
destroyed mind to go spinning off even more.  Her 
pulsating womanhood was so ready it was unbelievable!  
Athena wasn't sure she hadn't suffered a few mini-
climaxes already!  It was impossible for her to tell any 
more.  All she knew for sure was that the slightest touch 
by anything even near her sex could easily push her over 
the precipice forever!
   The confused reporter felt the zipper to her suit 
continue its slow downward journey, but this time she 
could do nothing.  She would fix it in a moment.  Oh, 
yes!  She would certainly fix everything in a moment.  
Right now she desperately needed to rest and to get her 
body back under control, otherwise she would loose it in 
front of these innocents and be humiliated for life!

   The 'children' had been waiting for this moment all 
afternoon.  It would have been far too easy for everyone 
to have their fun with her when she was unconscious in 
the bathroom.  They wanted this beautiful woman to know 
exactly what was happening to her.  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.  They just wanted to be sure that Miss 
Valentine knew it too, so that they could enjoy her 
conquest even more.

   The zipper was all the way down Athena's erect back 
when the hall door opened and a young maid came into the 
sex-charged room carrying a large silver tray loaded with 
flat white boxes.  The girl was a temporary hire who's 
duties in the kitchen were quite conventional.  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 said.  
   She walked towards the group, then stopped in 
amazement.
   "Oh, my goodness," she gasped when she really had a 
good look at Athena.  The woman was soaked with sweat!  
There was a large wet stain right in the crotch of her 
body stocking, as well as serious stains at the ends of 
each breast and down along her ribs underneath each 
armpit.  
   And that outfit!  Wow!  Talk about hot pink!  But, 
really, how tight can you get?  Still, she wondered 
briefly where she could pick up something like that, at a 
reasonable price of course.
   The maid looked again at the large wet stain covering 
the blonde beauty's entire pink-wrapped crotch.  "No, it 
couldn't be," she said to herself.  "She must have 
spilled something."  What a slob!
   The maid was disconcerted by the way the children 
were all looking at her with strangely hostile eyes, as 
if she had just interrupted something very 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.  "I'm 
from the kitchen?  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 
girls finally got up and went over to the delivery girl 
still standing by the door.
   "I'm Peggy," said the child.
   "Hello, Peggy.  I'm Diana.  Ah, where would your 
sitter like these?"
   "Put them in the kitchenette, please."
   "Thanks."  Lowering her voice, Diana added, "Is 
anything the matter with her?"
   "Flu," the child answered.
   "Oh."
   "We're taking care of her."
   "Ooohh.  That's so cute," Diana gushed.
   Keeping as far away as possible from where the 
obviously distressed Athena was sitting, the maid went  
into the kitchenette and unloaded the tray.   
   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.  Be sure to call if you should need 
something later.  We'll be there all day.  'Bye."
   "Good-bye."
   Diana left, after one last look at the strange beauty 
sitting on the floor.  "Phew," she muttered, fanning 
herself as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen 
stairs.  There was something about that woman in pink 
surrounded by all of those kids.  "Hot!"

   In the interval of the maid's visit, Athena felt 
recovered enough to try and take charge of her unruly 
children once again.  Besides, she just couldn't sit 
there any longer.  She had to do something, anything, to 
take her fried mind off of her super-heated body.
   The presence of the maid caused the nanny to remember 
her responsibilities once more.  She was here with the 
children for a purpose.  It was her job to take care of 
them, not to take advantage of their innocence in the 
secret gratification of her own sick desires.
   It was a tremendous effort for her, but she wearily 
pulled her zipper up, then unsteadily got to her feet.  
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.
   It did not matter, because unknown to Athena a child 
had quickly stood behind her and pulled down on the 
zipper as Athena slowly rose to her feet.  The child 
deliberately yanked the long zipper's tab past its end, 
effectively jamming it completely open.   
   "Okay, children," Athena said dully.  "Play time is 
over.  It's time for us to eat."
   The spell was broken and there was nothing they could 
do about it!  For the moment, anyway.  Masking their 
colossal disappointment at this unfortunate turn of 
events, the 'children' all responded with practiced cries 
of joy and made a dash for the food.
   A weaving Athena watched as the children set their 
places at the table.  Tears of gratitude came to her eyes 
as she saw them set a place for her as well, right in the 
middle.  She noticed that a few had even gone under the 
table near her spot, probably to make sure the floor was 
clean or something.
   "You're such great kids," she said to them, when they 
held out the chair for her.   "Thank you."  
   As the completely befuddled reporter stood beside her 
chair, waiting for the children to settle themselves, she 
never noticed a small hand that crept up between her 
thighs and began to massage her dripping sex.
  "Uhh!" she gasped as a small thumb pressed against her 
swollen clit.  It felt so wonderful, yet why did these 
strange sensations keep happening?  Athena bit her lower 
lip as she fought this latest in an endless series of 
insane urges to climax!  Will this never end?  She 
couldn't sit here now, she realized, feeling like this.  
She would cum for sure as soon as she tried to sit down.  
The sensations stopped and, after a fruitless attempt to  
gain control of her raging body, Athena was at least able 
to shakily back away from the table.
  "You...you children go ahead and eat.  I'm...I'm feeling a 
little funny right now, and need to lay down for a bit."
   After making sure that everyone had napkins and 
something to drink, Athena looked around for a place to 
be alone for a time.  There were couches in the playroom 
of course, but she had had enough of kids!  She thought 
of going to her suite down the hall, but then she would 
be too far away in case anything happened.  She was still 
on duty.  The only alternative was the child-sized rest 
room.
   She turned and staggered over to the entrance and 
looked with tired 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 very 
tender breasts came into full 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 nervous exhaustion, she forgot to have 
her arms go through the doorway first.  Her shoulders 
became tightly wedged in the small opening, leaving her 
head and neck in the empty bathroom 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.  In her panic at 
being stuck, her head cleared a great deal of its thick 
carnal haze, but it was too late.  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 just help to pull me out, everything will be  
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 YOU LITTLE SHITS..."  Athena's 
protests turned into uncontrollable laughter, her lower 
arms waving uselessly, as the children went to work on 
her defenseless body.
   While some worked on her sensitive ribs and feet, 
others with a different game in mind started on her 
thinly covered breasts and pouting labia.
   As she laughed uncontrollably, 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!" a worn out Athena panted as she tried to 
get her breath back.  
   She was plotting her retribution when she felt a 
strange pressure upon her bubbling crotch, and 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.
   "AAAAAAHHHH!" Athena screamed as the climax that had 
been forbidden her for so long jarred her to her very 
soul!  Huge waves of deep guilt and extreme satisfaction 
collided within her shattered mind as her over-teased 
body responded in wild exhilaration to this seemingly 
ultimate release.
   On and on it went, her body flailing helplessly under 
the throes of the most monstrous orgasm the continuously 
spasming Athena could ever remember!  It continued for so 
long the astonished reporter knew that she would surly 
die if it didn't stop soon! 
   Finally her strange ordeal was over and her maddened 
body began to slow in its mindless quest for forbidden 
satisfaction.  In the center of the subsiding storm, a 
thankfully recovering Athena felt the strange pressure on 
her steaming crotch return and she climaxed again, and 
then again!  
   "NOOOOO!" she cried as she was once more overpowered 
by her own treacherous body.
   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 as she thought of 
how her obviously soiled suit must look to the children.  
"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 a 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, pull on my arms 
and leg 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 uniform's back was spreading apart 
under the effects of the children's efforts, and the 
loosened elastic material of her suit was starting to 
slowly slide down off of her smooth shoulders!
   "ON NO!  Please, God, not that!" she prayed, but the 
material continued its slide.
   "Children!" she desperately called.  "Don't hold my 
clothes, okay?  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.  They kept pulling on her sleeves 
instead of her hands!
   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 as she 
tried to pull up her descending suit.  "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 pulled the 
loosened sleeves over her defending hands and continued 
to draw 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 
she 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 about her exposure 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 joined 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.  Her tear-
streaked face burned in shame as the children were 
delightfully playing with her trimmed growth of pubic 
hair, and merrily investigating the other 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 
sexually.  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, they 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 defeated, 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 children safe at her sister's nearby 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 underneath her dress.  
   She had been frantic when they began cutting small 
parts away from her pantyhose.  She thought of dashing 
off to the ladies room to get them off her, but her 
family kept asking her questions about college.  
   Suppressing a scream, she felt a second group continue  
to move up the inside of her dress until they reached her 
bra, and began cutting small bits away from that as well.  
   Soon the floor around her was piled high with the 
small sliced pieces of her underwear, and she was naked 
under her dress.  
   Absolutely helpless, she could only sit there 
squirming as the tiny women now began to stimulate her 
vulnerable privates.  She could feel their tiny bodies 
all over her breasts, the small mouths nibbling on her 
(to them) enormously erect nipples.  Not content with 
fondling her labia on the outside, vast numbers of them 
were also teasing her from inside her vagina as well.  
   Agitated beyond endurance, she stood up and started 
for the rest room.  She could feel vaginal fluids 
running down the inside of her legs as she stumbled away 
from the table.  
   It was when she was in the center of the dining room 
that she climaxed and the seams on her dress disappeared, 
leaving her screaming in lust with clouds of tiny naked
women covering her chest and pubes.
   The scream woke her.
   When Athena opened her eyes, the first thing she saw 
was Danielle's smiling face hovering over hers.  She knew 
she was on her back and totally exposed in the middle of 
the floor in the empty play room, yet relief flooded 
through the naked 21-year old woman.  With Danielle here 
she was finally safe from the children.
   "Wow, babe," the girl said softly.  "Did we have 
ourselves a fun first day, or what?"
   "Oh, Danielle!" Athena cried as she wrapped her arms 
around Danielle's long, stalk-like neck.  "It was awful!"
   Putting her thin arms around Athena's shoulders and 
under her knees, Danielle easily lifted the sobbing woman 
from the floor, and held her for a moment before heading 
for the door, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh 
on her bare arms.
   When she reached the door, the sobbing Athena suddenly 
became alarmed.  "Wait!  I can't go out there like... 
like this!"
   "It's all right," Danielle soothed.  "It's very late 
and there is no one around.  And even if there were, it's 
still all right in this house."
   "Okay," sobbed the distraught Athena, not sounding 
very sure about this at all.  "If you say so."
   Danielle lightly carried her delectable burden through 
the deserted hallway and back to the nanny suite.  Once 
inside, Danielle continued to carry Athena through the 
sitting room and into the bedroom.  
   Raising her head from Danielle's shoulder, the softly 
sobbing Athena watched them pass through the rooms.  
"Where are you taking me?" she said meekly.
   "These are your rooms, remember.  We are going to get 
you fixed up for bed."  
   "That'll be nice," the naked woman sniffed sleepily as 
she laid her head back down on Danielle's shoulder.
   Danielle placed Athena on her feet in her adjoining 
bathroom.  "Okay, now," she said carefully.  "Do your 
business, wash your face, and brush your teeth. If you 
need me for anything, I'll be right outside."
   "Okay.  And thanks.  Thanks for rescuing me," Athena 
said shyly, and closed the bathroom door.

   The normally unflappable Danielle, after being in such 
close proximity to Athena's lush, nude body, was so 
light-headed from the experience she had to lie down on 
the bed for a moment. 
   
   By the time Athena had returned to the bedroom, she 
was feeling very refreshed.  What had happened seemed 
so incredible that she refused to think about it tonight.  
   Athena was surprised to see that Danielle had the bed 
spread turned down and the lights dimmed.  She noticed 
Danielle was, as usual, sprawled comfortably across the 
bed, watching her with those surprisingly alert eyes of 
hers.
   "Such service for a lowly nanny," the smiling Athena 
said.  She was wrapped in a bath towel, and was in the 
process of putting another around her wet hair.
   "Anything for you, babe," Danielle murmured very 
softly.  "Oh, we sleep in the raw here at Castle 
Devereux, ma'am," she called to Athena across the room.
   "You might," Athena said, laughing a little.  "I 
don't."
   Athena walked over to her dresser and went through the 
drawers, looking for something to sleep in.  She found 
the underwear drawer and removed a pair of modest white 
panties and a long, sleeping T-shirt.
   Danielle said nothing when Athena pulled on the 
panties underneath the towel.  She was patient, and knew 
her time would come to lower those panties and obtain 
those delightful secrets which 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, so she 
just closed her eyes and got comfortable.
   "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 to town, 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 perfect 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!  Besides, 
these were children after all (and girls at that), not 
the usual group of sex-crazed guys she had to put up with 
at college and work, the animals.
   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 today.  
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?
   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 small 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 tight 
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 
behind 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," the girl 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-old's 
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 
her!  The last thing she remembered on the bed was 
Danielle giving her a massage.  Was she that far gone, to 
the point where the slightest touch by someone, anyone, 
even complete strangers, could cause her body to explode?
   "What is it?" ask Danielle softly, thrusting her 
fingers ever deeper into the very tight and very wet 
cuntal passage, while her other hand was now tweaking one 
of Athena's very responsive nipples.
   Athena knew that Danielle must think her an absolute 
slut for reacting to her kind touch in such a disgusting 
manner.   How could she ever make it up to Danielle?   
How could she ever make it up to herself?
   "Eh, Nothing!!" the gasping Athena shouted, her nude 
body bucking as Danielle tenderly rubbed her thumb over 
the woman's erect clitoris.
   "What are you doing?!?!" the lust-maddened 21-year old 
finally demanded, the last of her control almost gone.
   "This," whispered Danielle with an evil grin, as she 
made her final expert assault on the reporter's 
vulnerable clitoris.
   "NO!!" shouted Athena as she frantically tried to 
fight the tidal-wave of sensations pouring through her 
helplessly thrashing body.  "It's too much.  It's too 
much!  Make it stop!  Please MAKE IT STOP!!!" she 
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

(The adventure continues in The Nanny2)

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