Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 05:28:18 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny2 1/4

The Nanny2: Part 1 of 4

Day Two

*****

It was well into the afternoon when Athena Valentine
finally awoke from a very troubled sleep.  Her eyes
snapped open and she quickly checked the darkened room as
much as she could without moving her aching head.  With a
sigh of relief, she saw that she was alone.

"Hell with it.  A few more minutes can't hurt," she
muttered, and her eyes fluttered shut as she snuggled
under the silk sheets.  But it just wasn't the same now.
She was awake and just might as well realize it.

Athena had no idea what time it was.  The light peaking
from the sides of her covered windows seemed a bit bright
for morning, but then it was only her first at the
Devereux estate.  No one had said when she was required
to be on-duty today, at least as far as she could
remember.

Yesterday had only been her first day on the job, and
what a first day it had been! Athena shivered as she
thought of all the unbelievable things that had happened
to her in just one day.  The horrible old woman on the
plane, her first meeting with the strangely sinister Mrs.
Devereux and her tall daughter Danielle, her first
disastrous encounter with the Devereux' family children,
and her final humiliation at the hands of Danielle late
last night.

"My God!" she whispered.  How was she supposed to
function as an investigative reported for The Free Press
back home, let alone acting the role as a fresh 18-year
old nanny, when she was having such a hard time just
keeping her clothes on!  It was unbelievable.

She slowly sat up and, being careful to keep herself
covered, slid her nude body back until she was resting
against the headboard.  In trying to take stock of the
bizarre events of yesterday, she failed miserably to make
any sense of it at all.  All Athena was really certain of
at the moment was that she had never felt so used before
in her entire life.

Her head pounded as from some monumental Ouzo hangover,
yet she remembered drinking very little yesterday.  Her
disciplined body twinged in places she never knew she
had, yet she had engaged in no strenuous physical
activity.  It was a puzzlement.

"Aspirin!" she croaked, and staggered from the bed.  She
went over to one of the tall windows and threw back the
heavy blind.

The windows of the Nanny Suite all faced west, and Athena
staggered from the unexpected blow of the sudden bright
afternoon sun.  She shielded her eyes with her arms as
she blindly walked into the leaded glass window.

"Oh!  Hey, that feels good!" Athena moaned, enjoying the
cool feel of the glass on her sore flesh.  She knew she
desperately needed a shower, but didn't want to move for
a moment.

Gradually she felt more comfortable in the light, and
realized that her head wouldn't really come off if she
lowered her arms.  Pressing her forehead against the
comforting glass, her eyes gradually became accustomed to
the bright light.

Four floors below her, out on the vast West Lawn of the
Devereux estate, a noisy volley ball game was evidently
in progress and, judging from the size of the crowd, it
looked as though the Devereux clan was out there in
force.

Oddly enough, the game stopped just as Athena had figured
out what was happening down there.  More and more people
began looking up towards the upper floors of the house.
They seemed very excited about whatever it was that they
were looking at, and she wondered what it could be.

Pressing her body as close to the glass as she could for
a better angle of vision, Athena looked to her right and
left, then tried up and down but, disappointed, she
couldn't see a thing.

"Shit," she murmered.  "So what's the big attraction?"
After a final try, she wearily made her way to the
bathroom.

Feeling refreshed and surprisingly hungry after her
morning routine, Athena came into the bedroom modestly
wearing a towel and was shocked to find a very angry-
looking Jacquelyn Devereux standing in the center of her
bedroom.

"Why, Mrs. Devereux, what a pleasant, er, surprise to see
you here this early."

"Are you aware of the time, Miss Valentine?" Devereux
began, grimly.

"Uh, no.  But I'm sure it can't be that late."

"Come to me."

"What?"

"Come to me."

"Oh."  Very aware that she was just wearing a short bath
towel, Athena slowly approached her angry employer.  She
hoped that she wouldn't have to come too close to her,
but Devereux maintained her silence and Athena
reluctantly found herself standing directly in front of
her employer.

Athena looked down at the diminutive woman, and waited
for some sign of what she was expected to do.  When
nothing happened, to break the awful silence, she finally
said, "Yes, ma'am?"

"It is now 2:30 in the afternoon."

"Oh, my!  I hadn't realized it was so late..."

"Quite," Devereux injected firmly, cutting off the
protesting Athena.  "That is obvious.  For such an
infraction, the normal penalty here is an immediate
firing."

Athena instantly saw all of her hopes for being an
investigative reporter going down the drain, simply
because she was stupid enough to sleep in one morning,
and on her first morning at that.  She could never go
back home after such a disasterous failure on her part.
It would be far too humiliating to ever show her face
back there again.

"Please, please.  I'll do anything, anything, but please...
don't fire me!" Athena cried, desperate to save her
career after a moment of foolishness, yet instantly
regretting having sounded so needy to this proud woman.

"Damn!" Athena thought.  She had to get a grip on
herself.  She wasn't a young girl afraid someone will
tell her parents about some silly, childish indiscretion.
"For God's sake!" she told herself.  "You're a mature
adult, after all, and it's about time you started acting
like one!"

Devereux looked up at the pleading girl and was pleased
with the way the interview was going.  She knew that,
despite all that they had done to her so far, the last
thing this policewoman, this spy, would want is to be
removed from the Devereux household.  She wondered again
which of her illegal operations the lovely Athena was
here to investigate.  Actually, for now anyway, it didn't
really matter.  She would find out later, yes she would!

For the moment, everything was on hold, at least until
the delectable Miss Valentine could be safely
neutralized.  Her dear nieces and darling daughter were
in fact already seeing to that.  This young woman, who
had so secretly wormed her way into the Devereux home,
would be learning much more that she ever bargained for.

"Did you know that the children really liked you
yesterday?" Devereux said as she placed her hands on
Athena's towel-covered waist.

"T-the c-children?" stuttered a suddenly very nervous
Athena.  She was not sure which bothered her more,
talking about the beautiful, precocious Devereux children
or having this woman's hands on her.

"Yes.  They were quite taken with you.  It seems you made
a very good first impression with them."

"I was very taken with them," Athena lied, as she tried
not to think of their countless small hands moving freely
over her body.  "They are very well behaved group,
especially when you consider their ages.  Smart, too."

"I'm so glad," Devereux purred, her hands gently tugging
on the towel.  "Their affection for you is the only
reason you will be allowed to remain here."

"I can stay?  Gosh!  Thank you, Mrs. Devereux, thank you
very much!!" cried the estatic Athena.  Overcome by
relief, she put her arms around her employer and hugged
her tightly.  "I promise you will not regret this!"

"I know."

"Oh!" gasped Athena.  In the middle of her happiness,
Athena was startled to suddenly feel Mrs. Devereux's
hands on her bare buttocks under her towel.  She quickly
realized that both her towel and her employer were far
too short for this sort of thing.  She released the woman
and tried to back away.

But Devereux wouldn't let her go!

"Mrs. Devereux, please!" Athena pleaded as she tried to
get away from the woman's firm grip.

"There are some things we need to clarify before we
continue any further," said Devereux, her voice slightly
muffled by the towel.  She began to knead the nanny's
delightful ass.

"Clarify?" an increasingly confused Athena responded.
How was she supposed to hold a conversation with her
employer's hands actually touching her, holding her by
her behind!

"Yes, clarify.  I understand that you objected yesterday
to wearing your nanny-suit, is that correct?"

How the hell did she know about that, Athena wondered.
"Well, yes, but..."

"No buts!" exclaimed Devereux, squeezing Athena's firm
half-moons in emphasis.  "It is the uniform of the house,
and you shall wear it at all times, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," said a befuddled Athena, not sure at all
what Mrs. Devereux was doing to her buttocks.  She
absolutely hated the pink nanny-suit!  It was so
humiliating!  "Wear it at all times," she repeated dully.

"yes, that's correct.  Of course, I do understand that a
pretty teenage girl like yourself might need to wear
something else when it's appropriate to do so," Devereux
said in a most understanding manner, while continuing to
work the now trembling buttocks.  "That is perfectly
acceptable."

"Thank you," gasped an increasing breathless Athena.  "I
was getting a little worried about that."

"in this house you need never worry about how you dress.
We'll attend to everything concerning your wardrobe.  So,
you see, you are in safe hands," cooed the sinister
Devereux, as her left hand continued its manipulations of
Athena's buttocks while her right was dipping ever so
lightly between the unsuspecting woman's upper thighs.

"You just need to ask Danielle or myself when you want to
wear something other than your nanny-suit, that's all."

"All...I...have...to do...is...ask?" Athena panted.

"Certainly.  You are not a slave here, just an employee.
Really a member of the family," Devereux said, pushing
her face deeper into the softness of Athena's towel-
covered stomach.  "My family," she whispered again and a
quick flash of rage poured through her at the thought of
this beautiful young spy in their midst.

Jacquelyn Devereux gently pulled Athena's towel from her
nude body as she insterted her right forefinger into the
blonde's vulnerable and already sopping cunt.

"OH!" the young woman gasped as her towel suddenly was on
the floor.  She covered her breasts with her right arm
and tried reaching for the fallen towel with her left,
but Mrs. Devereux was holding her tightly around the
waist and she couldn't move.  Then her mind had a veil
drawn over it and she couldn't think clearly any more.

Two more fingers were inserted into the tight cuntal
passage as Devereux started guiding the dazed,
unresisting young woman through the various rooms of the
suite.  The fingers worked easily in and out of the
dripping hot passage as Athena's bewildered mind wondered
what was happening to her.

Something was certainly happening between her moving legs
that was causing this weird feeling, but she just
couldn't understand what it could be.  It was all she
could do to keep walking, her hands on Devereux's
shoulders for support, as the terrible, wonderful
pressure began to quickly build within her.

Finally, in the middle of the small living room, they
stopped. Jacquelyn Devereux's right hand became a blur as
the educated fingers moved back and forth in Athena's
tight vagina.  "Cum for me, my little spy.  Cum for me,"
whispered the tiny woman.

The distraught Athena fought it as long as she could, but
the pressure within her proved to be too much for her
shattered senses to endure any longer.  Standing naked in
the middle of the brightly lit room, with her employer
right beside her, Athena Valentine finally climaxed!

"AAAHHH!" Athena screamed and arched her back as her body
spasmed again and again.

Devereux maneuvered the weakened nanny to the small couch
and pushed her onto the seat.

Athena gratefully sat and tried to recover her shattered
senses. It didn't even occur to her to cover herself, so
stunned was she by what had just happened to her.  Her
befuddled mind couldn't understand what in hell just took
place.  One moment she was talking with her employer, and
in the next...absolute disaster!

"What...what happened?" the panting Athena was at last able
to ask.

"Why, honey.  Don't you know?  You had an orgasm, and
judging from the effects a pretty good one too."

"Oh my God!" wailed Athena.  Crying, she covered her face
with her hands and waited hopefully for lightning to
strike her dead on the spot so she wouldn't have to live
with such shame and humiliation.

Devereux sat down beside the sobbing young woman and
placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.  "There,
there.  It's all right, honey.  I think you just have
'S.O.', that's all."

"What...what's that?"

"Spontaneous Orgasm.  It's a fairly rare condition which
can happen to young women in times of stress.  When you
felt it happening, did you try and prevent it?"

"Yes, of course!  I...I tried to stop it!  Really I did."

"And has this happened to you before?"

"Well..."

"Be honest!  It's important!"

"Yes, a few time, but only in the last two days.  It
happened at least once on the plane coming here, and at
least twice....  Oh my God!"

"Yes, go on!"

"At least twice with...with the children!!  Please forgive
me!  I feel so ashamed!"

"There, there, child.  Yes, you certainly have S.O. all
right.  You must be very worried about something.  Have
you told me everything about your employment here?  There
wouldn't be anything you are keeping secret from me, is
there?"

Athena suddenly stopped crying.  "She can't possibly know
that I'm a reporter," she thought.  "I've been too
careful for that to happen.  My God!  Maybe I do have
S.O.!"

"No, of course not! lied Athena.  "No secrets at all.
I'm just a little nervous about the new job and all.
Except for nanny school, this is my first time away from
home, you know."

"Perfectly understandable."

"What can I do about...about S.O.?

"There is not much that you can do, I'm afraid.  I'll fix
you up with a visit to my doctor next week for a check-
up.  She's very good, and perhaps she can prescribe some
medication."

"Oh, thank you.  I'd be very grateful."

"No problem.  However, until then, you'll just have to
get by.  Now, do not worry if this should happen to you
again.  One of the characteristics of S.O. is it's
unpredictable timing.  It will usually happen under the
most embarrassing of circumstances."

"Oh, my!  Maybe I should just stay in my room until I can
see the doctor?"

"That is the worst thing you could do.  Do that and you
will never be ride of it, ever!  Also, there is the minor
problem of your duties as house nanny.  You play an
important role here, a role which doesn't go away just
because we are feeling a little poorly at the moment.  Do
you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Besides, you certainly don't look sick."

"What...?"  the dazed Athena muttered. She looked down and
was shocked to realize that not only had her towel
disappeared, but her vaginal fluids were now leaking all
over the seat cushion!  Right in front of Mrs. Devereux!

"EEEEEEEEeeekkk!!!" Athena leaped up from the couch and
ran screaming into the bedroom.

Devereux followed with keen interest the strip of white
flesh marking the shapely Miss Valentine's buttocks on
her otherwise tanned skin, until the view was abruptly
cut off by the slamming bedroom door.

She sat thinking for a moment, then shook her head in a
silent admission of having made an uncharacteristic
mistake about someone.

When she heard the bathroom door slam shut as well, she
went to the entrance of the suite and opened the door.

"Now, quickly!" she whispered to the waiting group of
four maids, then returned to her seat on the small couch.

The smiling maids swarmed silently into the suite and
went directly into the bedroom.  In a moment they
returned carrying large bundles of clothes, and left as
they had come.

Satisfied that all was well, Jacquelyn Devereux returned
to the problem of her mistake.  She was suddenly very
sure that this terribly naive young woman was certainly
no representative of one of the Western law-enforcement
agencies which might possibly be out to get her.  Her
reliable contacts had in fact informed her this morning
that, in response to her heated inquiries of yesterday,
there was no interest at present in either Jacquelyn
Devereux or Devereux Communications on either the state,
federal, or even international levels.  She hadn't
believed them until now.

"So, who are you?" she asked quietly, but she already
knew the answer to that.  Devereux had in fact read it
yesterday in the woman's private journal, but hadn't
believed that either.  However, she believed it now.
Miss Athena Valentine is a reporter truly investigating
the supposed secret world of the nanny.

Well, now.  This simplifies everything, she realized.
Her special operations can begin again immediately, and
this beautiful young woman would not be required to have
an untimely death in the near future, always a messy
business even at the best of times, especially when the
police are involved.

Still, she was going to give that old bitch Forthingill a
serious blast for being so careless in the first place.
It was not just her letting an undercover reporter into
her private school, but to include her in with the
'specials' who were being processed was absolute madness!

The specials were supposed to be a very carefully
screened and select group of beautiful young girls who
were sent to wealthy private residences for much more
delightful reasons than the more mundane purposes of
raising children.  All done at terrific expense, of
course.  When their usefulness was at an end, they were
frequently sold to certain wealthy interests in Asia or
the Middle East.  Sometimes the girls took to their new
sexual environments so well they stayed on willingly as
part of the household.  She had gained a few of her own
maids in just such a manner.  All in all, it had been a
very satisfying arrangement for all concerned.  Until
now, that is.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight opening of the
bedroom door.

"Everything's gone!  It's all gone!" a very nervous-
looking Athena gasped.  She was only revealing her wet
head around the wall and through the narrowly opened door
to her vastly amused employer.

"Miss Valentine, if you want my attention, then I would
appreciate your coming over here like a civilized person
and talk to me, rather than shouting at me from across
the room.  Understand?"

"Yes, but...but..."

"Come here to me," commanded Devereux softly.  "Now."

Very reluctantly, Athena opened the door and stepped away
from the protection of the wall.  Unable in her
desperation to find even the towel she had been wearing
before, Athena frantically tried to cover her dripping
body as she slowly walked cringing towards her employer.
Her right hand covered her pubic vee and her left arm was
across her breasts.

"Stand up straight, will you?  I hate poor posture."

"Yes, ma'am," choked out a humiliated Athena as she
quickly brought her naked wet body fully errect.

Now sure of where to go when dealing with her employer,
Athena stopped directly in front of the still seated Mrs.
Devereux.  Athena stood anxiously, desperately aware that
her employer was now getting an eye-full of her barely
covered crotch.  She waited while she watched her
employer's glittering eyes now carefully inspect her from
head to foot.  It was a full minute before the woman
finally recognized Athena's trembling presence.

"Turn around."

"Whaaat?"

"I really hate repeating myself.  If you want to continue
here you had better learn that right away.  Now, turn
around."

Athena didn't know what to do.  She was out of hands!
Realizing that the woman wouldn't talk to her unless she
first did as she was told, Athena closed her eyes and
turned around.  Her bare back was now facing towards
Devereux.  Athena's mouth suddenly went dry when she felt
a hand lightly trace the contours of her trembling wet
buttocks.  "What does this woman want from me, anyway?"
she wondered, mystified.

"You were saying you had a problem?"

The woman was always touching her there!  Athena couldn't
understand it.  Why was that woman always doing this to
her, Athena wondered.  Was it some weird French custom
she had never heard of before?  Or could it be that Mrs.
Devereux was (unbelievable though it might be) herself a
little...strange?

She found it very difficult to concentrate with the small
hand moving so freely over her wet behind.  Her heart was
racing and she was practically panting, she was breathing
so fast.

"Well?  I don't have all day," quietly demanded Devereux.

"It's my...my clothes.  They are all missing!"

"Missing?  Are you sure?"

"Yes!  Of course I'm sure," said the exasperated Athena.
"Everything!  My suits, shoes, and even my...my underwear
are gone!"

"Let's see, what day is this?" mused Devereux.

"W-what?"

"What day of the week is this?"

Athena had to think for a moment, so distracted was she
with what was going on behind her.  "It's, er, Tuesday."

"Ah, that explains it.  It's laundry day."

"B-but all my things weren't d-dirty!" automatically
protested Athena as she wondered what her employer was up
to behind her.  She wanted to use her hands to cover
herself, but there was a large mirror right on the wall
in front of her and then she would have really been
totally exposed.

Besides, she reasoned, if she put her hands back there
now it might indicate to the obviously sensitive Mrs.
Devereux that she didn't trust her or something.  The
last thing Athena wanted right now was to offend her
demanding employer in any way.  She was on thin ice as it
was.

"I beg to differ with you," purred Devereux sweetly.  She
paused a moment to lovingly caress the wet, firm half-
moons that were trembling before her.  "I was told by my
daughter that your things were in serious need of being
cleaned and pressed.  You wouldn't be saying she made a
mistake now, would you?"

Athena was shocked and dismayed that she just might have
offended her proud employer yet again.  "Oh, No!" she
quickly exclaimed, her voice unconciously rising as
Devereux began teasing the edges of her ass crack.  "Of
c-c-course n-not," Athena babbled, trying desperately not
to clench.

"Well, then.  What's the problem?"

"I...I don't have anything to w-wear now!  They even took
all of the t-towels!"  Athena's rounded buttocks shook in
her indignation.

"Really?  You have already worn all seven of the nanny-
suits we provided for your uniforms?"

"Well, no.  But..."

"But, nothing!  You do have suitable clothing then, don't
you?  I suggest you stop wasting everyone's time and get
dressed.  You are late enough as it is."

Athena's heart went into her throat at the terrible
thought of how her clumsy mishandling of her first full
day on the job might yet cost her this, her first
assignment.  She couldn't be fired now, she just couldn't
be, especially for something as silly and unprofessional
as sleeping on the job.

She absolutely hated the pink nightmare that they had
given her soon after her arrival at the house yesterday
morning.  It was far too revealing for a decent person
like herself.  Plus, she felt so vulnerable, so
unprotected that she wanted to wear a heavy overcoat
whenever she had it on.  Yet she knew that this would
certainly be the wrong time to bring up that particular
issue, especially when her own position here was still so
precarious.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she thought bitterly.  "I guess I can
live with it, for a while anyway.  It will not be that
bad.  I'll just have to stay up here, that's all.  They
wouldn't dream of having me go about the entire house or
even (shudder) the grounds like that.  Later, when
everything settles and they find out how very effective
and dependable I am, then there will be some changes made
around here.  Oh yes there will!"

Still determined, but much more contritely than before,
Athena said, "But when can I expect to get back my things
from the cleaners?  I can't be expected to wear my...nanny-
suit...all the time, can I?"

Devereux watched with interest a single drop of vaginal
fluid run down the inside of Athena's left thigh.  "Ah,
that's my girl," she thought fondly.

"You can leave that problem to me," Devereux said
reasonably.  "Don't concern yourself about it.  You will
be properly taken care of, my dear Athena.  I'll have a
fresh supply of towels sent up.  Also, I'll make sure
that in the future you will get what you need for clothes
from the laundry as you require them.  As for the rest,
you will not be needing them for some time, so don't even
worry about it."

*****

End Part 1 of 4