The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part Nine
Carolyn Lord awoke to find herself alone, laying
across the wide back seat. She found that she was
completely dressed (Thank God!), but for some reason felt
very sticky and uncomfortable underneath her heavy dress.
"What the hell was I doing?" she wondered aloud.
Over her head, taped to the seat back, was a ticket
and a note.
Carolyn,
We decided to let you sleep off the champagne. If
you should feel up enough to go, we'll be waiting for you
at the theater's café until show time.
Abby
P.S. I'm very disappointed in you. If you can't drink,
you should have said something!
"Oh, my God!" moaned Carolyn. She had done it again!
Her boss must think she's a hopeless drunk, or worse. In
her note, Mrs. Stevens sounded very angry, much more
angry then Carolyn had ever known her to be in the brief
time she had been working for her.
Any questions Carolyn may have had, about how she came
to be laying on the back seat after being caught topless
by that stupid sliding roof, fled her mind before the
terrible realization that, by her own foolish actions,
she had somehow greatly angered her new employer.
She checked her watch and saw that it was only 10
minutes to curtain. "I can still make it!" she
exclaimed.
She jumped up from the seat and, half-way out the
door, almost went weak-kneed from her bladder being so
full.
"Okay, ladies room first," she said, clenching. It
would also give her a chance to try and clean up a
little.
She walked swiftly to the theater and entered a vast
foyer. It was covered by a plush red carpet, and was lit
by large crystal chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling
at regular intervals. Billboards of coming attractions
lined the left wall, while the right contained the café
and some souvenir stalls.
The lights started flashing for the five-minute
warning and Carolyn immediately darted into the nearest
ladies room. Once inside, the size of the crowd was
amazing, and she had to wait, dancing patiently for some
time before finally gaining the sanctuary of a stall.
"At last!" she cried thankfully, as she shut and
locked the stall door. She set her handbag on a
convenient shelf and set about pulling up her voluminous
skirt.
"Shit, shit, shit. I knew this big skirt was going to
be trouble," she muttered, her hands full of skirt with
yards of heavy material still hanging about her.
Unhappily, she unfastened her dress and took it off,
being careful not to let it drag on the surprisingly
clean floor, and hung it up on the hook attached to the
door.
She untied her soaked, sticky panties and pulled them
off as well. First wiping off the seat with toilet
paper, Carolyn sat gratefully down and relieved the
pressure from her bursting bladder.
"Ahhh!" she breathed, her face all smiles for a
moment. "How do you spell relief?"
When she picked up her soiled panties from the floor,
her smile quickly faded. They were ruined for tonight,
she knew. Completely soaked through. Remembering with a
shudder what this little bit of silk cost, Carolyn
wrapped up the panties into as tight a bundle as she
could manage. She then reached up for her purse and,
after wrapping her folded panties in toilet paper, thrust
the tiny bundle clear to the bottom of her purse.
Finished, she returned the purse to the shelf.
Now she would have absolutely no protection for the
rest of the evening. "Great," she thought, shaking her
head. "Just great."
Using toilet paper and some judicious spit, Carolyn
quickly cleaned herself off as best she could, then
flushed all evidence of her recent accident in the
limousine away.
She got into her dress and refastened it without
incident. To Carolyn's relief, the broken strap that
Tamiko repaired was holding nicely.
She left the stall and waded across the crowded room
to the sinks. The room magically cleared as the one-
minute warning was flashed. She washed her hands, then
fixed her face and hair. Giving her reflection one final
glance, Carolyn was ready to go out and enjoy a fine
opera.
As she raced to find the correct entrance for her
section, Carolyn just hoped that she wouldn't wet herself
in the process of enjoying the remainder of the evening!
Following the section numbers along the wall, Carolyn
went through the proper entrance for her section. Inside
the large theater, Carolyn saw that her section was a
third of the way from the orchestra, with her seat being
dead center. She could just make out her group sitting
in the darkness, with an empty seat waiting for her on
the right. It was in fact the only empty seat in the
entire theater, as far as she could tell.
"It figures," she muttered, glumly. "So much for
sneaking in unnoticed."
The overture had already started, was in fact almost
over, and she would have to pass quickly in front of the
already seated patrons to get to her seat before the
start of the first act. Looking bleakly in the dark, she
noticed that the rows all seemed very long indeed.
"Damn."
Carolyn wanted to race down the row, but it was far
too narrow for any kind of rapid movement. Plus, she
found to her surprise the disgruntled people weren't even
getting up to let her pass. How rude! She was forced to
squeeze by in front of every one of them in the dim
light.
Naturally, in such a narrow space, Carolyn constantly
felt the backs of her legs and her buttocks being grazed
by knees, shoes, and even the occasional hand, but there
was nothing she could do about it. She was making a big
enough spectacle of herself as it was by coming in late,
without adding to it by making a scene right in front of
everyone.
By the time she reached her group of friends seated in
the center, her behind was positively burning from all of
the touching it had endured from those thoughtless
people. She could even tell that the black velvet had
managed to embed itself deep between her buttocks,
causing the round half-moons to be clearly delineated.
"What a time for a wedgie!" she thought. She had no
opportunity to clear it either, not unless she either
left the theater or did it right in front of the entire
audience.
"Oh, sure. I can do that," she muttered
sarcastically.
She now had to pass in front of her entire party to
reach her seat. "Shit," she said quietly. "What more
could go wrong?"
Carolyn soon found out.
As she stepped in from of Miss Perfect, she heard the
woman whisper "Why, hello Miss Lord. Glad you could
finally make it!" As if that wasn't bad enough, she felt
the woman hands on her buttocks, helping her to move
past.
Passing in front of Beth, Carolyn heard a chirped "Hi,
Carolyn." She jumped when she felt her dress quickly
pushed in even deeper into her behind by the perky
teenager. "Now why did she do that?" Carolyn wondered in
amazement.
Carolyn received only an ominous silence from Mrs.
Stevens. Her relief at being able to sit away from her
angry boss and on Tamiko's right died when the Japanese
teenager got up and shifted one seat over.
"Oh, no," Carolyn thought, as she waited for Tamiko to
settle in her new seat. Now she would be spending the
rest of the evening sitting right next to Mrs. Stevens.
At least Tamiko would be on her own right.
Carolyn was surprised to suddenly feel a pair of
strong hands on her waist, guiding her to her seat,
almost dropping her into it in fact with a fiercely
whispered, "Now sit, already!"
"Oh!" she gasped as the bunched-up fabric now pressed
tightly against her unprotected vulva.
She tried shifting in her seat to smooth out the
velvet but felt a strong grip on her left thigh as her
boss pleaded, "Be still, for God's sake! It's starting"
Carolyn knew she was stuck now, at least until
intermission when she could fix everything.
La Boheme unfolded its timeless tale of love and
consumption with the usual pomp and majesty, but Carolyn,
to her regret, soon had ears for none of it.
The burning Carolyn had felt earlier had returned with
a vengeance. The pressure of the cloth between her legs
was maddening. Try as she might, it was simply torture
for her to sit still for very long.
She kept having to cross her legs every few moments,
in a vain attempt to stifle the growing fire. Sliding
secretly on the plush theater seat didn't help any
either. It just caused the cloth to start rubbing, and
she knew with a desperate certainty that the last thing
she needed was something to start rubbing down there.
Sweat was running down the side of her face. She was
biting her lower lip in her frustration. Her breasts
were practically jumping out of her low-cut bodice with
her labored breathing. She was sure the back of her
skirt was completely soaked with her vaginal fluids.
"God! Please, God!" Carolyn desperately prayed.
"Intermission. I need the intermission, now!"
Still, the sweet, wonderful music continued.
People whispered to her but she couldn't hear a thing
from the roaring in her ears. She could sense that
Tamiko and Mrs. Stevens were watching her occasionally,
but she couldn't bare the shame of facing either of them
right now. Besides, it was taking all of her
concentration to keep from embarrassing herself, from
having an orgasm right there in the middle of the
audience, in the middle of La Boheme, for God's sake!
She wasn't doing anything, she pleaded with herself.
She was just sitting! It wasn't fair! It just wasn't
fair at all!
By the time the curtain closed and the lights came up
for the long-awaited intermission, Carolyn was terrified
of moving. She had been finessed to such a peak of
repressed excitement that she was positive she would
climax immediately if she did anything at all.
People were getting up all around her, stretching and
making their way to the exits, yet the sweating,
trembling Carolyn remained where she was seated.
"I must fight this! I must!" she thought repeatedly,
frantically. Yet, paradoxically, the more she fought
against it, the more she wanted it to happen. It always
felt so good, so wondrous when ever and where ever it did
happen, that she almost couldn't stand it.
She had denied herself for so long all such marvelous
sensations, sensations that she never in fact even
dreamed could exist in the real world. She always
thought that they were only the product of some over-
heated playwright, poet, or writer.
Now that they were a fantastic reality, now that they
had actually started for her, Miss Carolyn Lord, she
couldn't turn them off! It was all she secretly thought
about. It was maddening!
Even when such feelings happened against her will, she
knew that deep within her very soul she embraced them
joyfully, and hated herself for doing so.
Tonight, it was happening again. Once again her
traitorous body had unbelievably rebelled against her, as
if it had a mind of its own. This time, though, it would
be different. This time her mind would finally win.
Carolyn was startled from her thoughts by the belated
realization that Tamiko's face was a inch from her own,
the girl looking directly into her glazed eyes.
"Y-yes?" Carolyn was finally able to gasp.
"Would you like to come with us for something to eat?"
"Oh, n-no. No, I'm fine, thanks."
Carolyn jumped as both her nipples were sharply
tweaked through the thick velvet. She looked in open-
mouthed disbelief at the departing Tamiko as the massive
climax finally overwhelmed her.
"Uh-uh!" she grunted, her head tilted back over the
seat rest, her hands plunged between her legs, holding
her pulsating crotch through the velvet as her cringing
body spasmed uncontrollably again and again.
When the young male ushers saw the woman acting
strangely in the middle of the emptying theater, they
were ready to dial 911 for an ambulance. The poor woman
was obviously having some sort of medical problem and was
in desperate need of assistance.
The young female ushers, being a little more
knowledgable in such matters and sighing with envy, just
told them that it was only a female thing, and the woman
simply needed to be left alone.
When Carolyn was at last able to realize her
surroundings, the lights were dimming and the curtain was
rising. She had missed the intermission!
She could smell her own sweat and vaginal secretions
and it sickened her. She shifted in her seat and
realized with horror that she was sitting in a veritable
pool of her own, slick fluids. Her dress had to be
thoroughly soaked. She looked at Tamiko with pleading in
her eyes and a continued tingling in her vagina. "I'm so
sorry," she whispered sadly. "So sorry."
"There, there, my precious. It's all right," replied
Tamiko comfortingly as she held Carolyn's hand in her
own. "There, there."
As she looked at Tamiko, Carolyn felt a hand slide
under her bodice and cup her left breast. It must be
Mrs. Stevens checking to make sure she was all right, she
thought dully. Carolyn stiffened, then relaxed as a
thumb began to slide over her erect nipple. She was too
dazed to care anymore. Just as long as Tamiko forgave
her, that was all that mattered to her befuddled mind.
Tamiko turned Carolyn's head toward the stage. She
whispered seductively in her shell-like ear, "Keep
watching the show, my precious. Just keep watching the
show."
Carolyn felt Tamiko take hold of her right breast, but
she continued to look at the stage as she had been told
and did nothing. As Tamiko expertly manipulated the
diamond-hard nipple, Mrs. Stevens reached under the
pliant Carolyn's skirt to uncross her legs and spread
them apart. Soon Carolyn felt the familiar sensation of
something entering her melting, steaming cunt and she
smiled.
For the remainder of the opera, Tamiko and Mrs.
Stevens slyly kept the disconcerted Carolyn in a
delicious state of high sexual excitement. Her repeated
orgasms were spaced far enough apart to allow her just
the time necessary for her to recover for the next.
There would be no escape for her by passing out this
time, they had decided earlier. Carolyn was theirs for
the remainder of the night, and they intended to take
advantage of every moment of it.
Carried away by what was going on next to them,
Marilyn Perfect and Beth Armstrong were soon engaged in
their own familiar, private little games.
By opera's end, the stupefied Carolyn felt drained.
She had climaxed so many times her vagina actually hurt.
The back of her dress from her waist down and her theater
seat were both one massive wet spot. She could barely
stand, and it took the assistance of both Tamiko and Mrs.
Stevens to walk her swaying body down the row and out of
the theater.
When the ushers saw Carolyn's condition, several
immediately went over to the group and offered their
assistance.
"It's okay, folks," Mrs. Stevens assured them. "Just a
little too much opera, that's all."
Carolyn slept soundly in a corner of the limousine
during the ride back. She was totally unaware that Beth
spent the ride kneeling under her skirt, happily
manipulating Carolyn's throbbing clitoris between her
widely-parted thighs, to ensure Carolyn's dreams were
sweet ones.