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Chapter 6

Jane was appalled to wake up naked, in the arms of another naked girl. Everything they'd done together the night before came flooding back on her and she couldn't understand how she'd so suddenly changed into such a wild, crazy girl. The things she'd done with Mr. Scantland had been awful, too, but at least he was a man, and one whom she'd looked up to and, in a way, loved. Everything that had happened the day before was incredible. Did things like that always happen to a girl once she was without parents? This Wasn't the time nor the place to speculate on such things. Janie began to carefully extricate herself from the tangle of Audrey's arms and legs, preparatory to slipping out of the Agency and looking for a new home for herself on her own. She had to get away from Audrey, and if Mr. Scantland cared anything about her, he'd come after her.

Jane got as far as getting one leg out from between Audrey's when the big blonde woke up. She grinned and tried to kiss her with a mouth still crusted from the previous night's lascivious excesses, and she laughed when Jane squealed and tried to pull away. Audrey goosed Janie and tickled her and pinched her unmercifully, laughing all the while, chasing the little brunette all around her room until she'd succeeded in making her burst into tears.

"Don't want to play, eh?" she said. "You were willing enough last night."

"I was drunk from that wine last night. I didn't know what I was doing. It was all your fault. Please leave me alone. Don't tickle me any more or I'll wet my pants."

"Good trick, with no pants on. You have to pee, do you? Come on," said Audrey, and wrapping a powerful hand round Janie's wrist, she dragged her out and into the lavatory room.

It was empty, thank goodness. The other girls were still stirring in their beds. Audrey drew Janie into one of the doorless booths, made her straddle the toilet bowl, and said, "Piss. But don't sit down."

"I can't. Not when you're looking at me. Not when I can't sit down. Please, Audrey."

Audrey knelt down before her and said, "You'd better piss now, before the other gals come in, and before we have our interview with 0l' Scanty. Do it. Now."

Janie was blushing to the roots of her hair with shame and embarrassment. But she knew it would be worse if the other girls came in and saw her like this. She certainly wouldn't be able to hold it until she had this interview with Mr. Scantland. And she really did have to pee. She closed her eyes, bit her lips, and did her best to relax her bladder muscles. When it came, it came in such a hot rush that she had to open her eyes and look down, just in time to see the grinning Audrey lift her cupped hand between Janie's legs and slosh and slap her hot urine all up in her open crotch.

"Yeeks!" Janie squealed, and had to hold onto the walls with both hands, for she was suddenly and unaccountably cumming, and she couldn't stop that any more than she could stop the torrent of piss flowing from her cunt.

"Oh-h-h-h! Ple-e-ease! No-o-o-o! Do-o-on't!" she moaned, barely able to hold herself up with all those dizzying feelings racing through her, and Audrey just kept on rubbing her hot piss all over her thighs and her fanny and her twat, and cackling as she did it.

"Ohh-h-h, how I hate you!" Janie sobbed, even as her utterly weird orgasm reached cataclysmic proportions, making her naked pink body dance and jerk from her titties to her toes. It lasted on and on, the shameful ecstasies at last dribbling away along with her pee, and it wasn't until that last moment that Janie at last collapsed upon the wet toilet seat, sobbing bitterly.

Immediately her face was lifted by a pissy hand and she was being deeply kissed on the mouth. She was too surprised, too weakened by her unexpected orgasm, and still too tingling with unwanted pleasure to be able to resist. Tears dripped from her cheeks and pee dripped from her fanny while the long slippery tongue that had been in her pussy the night before now probed insistently in her mouth. She felt she might faint dead away from it all, until sneering voices startled her back to awful reality.

"Little Audrey's got herself a new queer girl… Smells like they been having a good time for themselves here… I'm surprised they have anything left after keeping us up half the night with their squealing and cuntsucking."

Jane's mouth was at last free of Audrey's, and the big blonde stood up, pulled Jane to her feet, and faced the bevy of naked girls at the entrance to the toilet stall. "Eat your horny hearts out, gals," she said, and dragged Jane through them as they parted to make way for her, with several sharp fingers jabbing and pinching at Jane as she trailed behind, never more shame-faced in her life.

The big blonde and the little brunette showered under the same shower head. Jane had to soap and scrub Audrey, and she had to put up with Audrey doing the same to her. She hated Audrey with fervor, but there was no way she'd leave her side and fall into the clutches of the leering, catcalling girls all around them. She needed very little coaxing at all to scurry behind Audrey, back to the room where she'd earned the title of queer girl.

She was grateful for the old towel Audrey tossed to her, anything to cover her nudity, for she greatly feared that the big-busted blonde would start anew with her and somehow seduce her into even more unnatural sex acts. But that seemed the farthest thing from Audrey's mind now. She was humming to herself and looking quite eagerly happy as she selected garments from her chest of drawers and laid them in two separate piles on the bed.

"Try those on," she said. "All of them. I think they'll fit you. Maybe a little tight, but that's the way Scanty likes 'em."

Real clothes to put on! What a luxury! First there was a thin black garter belt, something Jane had never before worn, and she had to look sidelong at Audrey to see how the narrow nylon waistband clipped tightly around her hips, leaving the four shirred elastic garters to dangle down around her thighs. Next there was a pair of pink panties, and Jane was very grateful for these, even though they were very tight and so sheer that both the crack of her fanny and the split of her pussy could clearly be seen through the taut, shiny fabric. The pink brassiere was welcome too, until Jane saw that it was only half a brassiere, fitting the undersides of her titties and pushing the top halves, including her nipples, up into very prominent display. Like Audrey, she sat down on the bed to draw on the white, nearly sheer, thigh-length stockings and clip them to her garters.

Jane couldn't imagine why they were getting dressed up like this. Nor could she keep from glancing at Audrey from time to time, for their brief and identical costumes certainly enhanced what was already a stunning figure. In spite of herself, Jane couldn't fight down nice warm little tingles of desire for the big blonde and for the wild excitement they'd known together. The big nipples that she'd sucked on were up hard and beautiful, as if awaiting her lips. The pussy she'd so wildly kissed was discernible through the thin crotchband of Audrey's panties each time she lifted a shapely leg. No matter how mean Audrey had treated her in the lavatory Jane had distinct yearnings for her again, but now Audrey was only interested in her own inner happiness and in getting dressed. Janie just sighed and followed suit.

The skirt Jane was given to wear was ridiculously short and the blouse was far too sheer and thin. The skirt was brown, and its hem just barely covered the welts of her stockings. If she bent over at all, her panty-clad fanny showed, just as Audrey's showed from under her brown skirt there in the tiny room. The white blouse was long-sleeved and collared, but so sheer that Jane's nipples showed through it as Audrey's did, and its topmost button was so low that a bit of her pink brassiere showed. Jane hoped with all her heart she wouldn't be expected to go out on the street dressed like this and she didn't even relish the idea of leaving the room. But there was no way she'd stay behind to be harassed by the other girls if Audrey left the room, and it looked like this would surely happen. Seething with anxiety, Jane followed Audrey's instructions and shared a mirror with her as the two girls applied lipstick and eye shadow, rouge and false eyelashes, and brushed out their long hair till it shone. Tight, stilt-heeled black shoes completed their ensembles and Audrey preened and primped before her little mirror while Jane's anxiety rose and rose.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "Why are we dressed like this?"

"To see Mr. Scantland," Audrey replied. "He likes to see me and a new girl duded up like this at interview time," she said with a rather ominous leer. "Come on, kid."

The heels were abominably high. Completely unused to such footwear, Jane staggered as they walked through the halls, having to clutch at the striding Audrey for support, knowing she looked as if she was drunk. Audrey led her to a cafeteria, and though the food looked greasy and unpalatable, Jane was famished for it. All she was given to eat, however, was a small glass of orange juice, while all around her boys as well as girls ogled her and Audrey and made the most unkind remarks. She was glad to leave that place behind, but her anxiety returned ten-fold as she was led up to Mr. Scantland's office. Standing there, she looked up into Audrey's face. There was a beautiful light shining in the tall blonde's eyes, and her smooth cheeks were flushed pink. Her big bosom rose and fell with an almost ecstatic sigh, and she opened the door and ushered Jane inside.

By Agency standards, it was a nice office. One wall was hung with long red drapes, the other three lined with diplomas and certificates and framed photographs. There was a large desk in the middle of the room and a small one at the side. Mr. Scantland sat behind the large desk, wearing a dark suit and tie, looking stern, looking handsome, looking wonderful to Jane. A rather bulky middle-aging woman with red hair, wearing a nurse's nylon uniform, sat at the small desk, and Jane correctly guessed she was Nurse Frye. Jane also guessed that there was another presence in the room, someone slightly taller than herself, who was standing just behind the red drapes. She was almost sure of this as she went into the room and, like Audrey, stood at attention before Mr. Scant-land's desk, but unlike Audrey, feeling terrifically embarrassed at the scantiness of her attire.

Mr. Scantland looked at them somberly for a time. Then he rose from his chair and went around to lean against the front of his desk,

just before the two girls, and when he did, Jane was almost sure that the bulge in the front of his pants was from a swollen prick.

He regarded Audrey, then Jane, and to Jane he snapped, "Straighten up, you."

Her shoulders went back and her spine became ramrod straight, and this in turn pushed her very thinly covered titties into even more prominent display. She flushed with hot embarrassment as Mr. Scantland stared straight at them, smirking, and as the figure hidden behind the drapes stirred slightly.

Still addressing Jane, Mr. Scantland said, "What exactly happened last evening when I left you with Audrey?"

"I, uh, we, I mean, I took a shower," Jane stammered, "and we had some cookies and Kool-Aid in Audrey's room, and uh, then Audrey assigned me to a bed and I went to sleep. I was tired," Jane lamely finished.

"I see," said Mr. Scantland, and relief swept through Janie as he turned his attention to Audrey. "Now give me your version of what happened between you two," he said.

"We necked and played with each other in my room," said Audrey, and Jane's mouth flew open and she wished with all her might she could die on the spot. "We took off all our clothes and played with each other's tits, sucked them and kissed them and made each other cum that way. And then we went down on each other and came some more." Mr. Scantland looked down at the bulge in his pants, shook his head sadly and stroked it, and then he looked up at Jane. "Is this true?"

"No!" she blurted. "We didn't… I mean, it wasn't my fault. I… "

"Go on, Audrey," he said. "Tell me what you mean by going down on each other, and then go on."

"We licked each other's cunts," said Audrey, and now Jane could feel the girl at her side trembling with excitement, and smelling of it too. "It was wine we drank, not Kool-Aid. And Jane licked my cunt and I licked hers. We sucked each other off and came I don't know how many times, Mr. Scantland."

He shook his head again and said, "Nurse Frye, bring me the things I'll need." He sat there rubbing his cock-bulge, silently regarding the two girls, while the white-clad red-head efficiently laid out on his desk a bamboo ruler, a thin leather strap, and slim black riding crop. Jane's buttocks hardened up like rocks at the sight of these things and she began to tremble too, though with dread, not excitement. "Anything else you haven't told me?" he said to Jane.

She shook her head, too choked by tears to speak, and then if possible her embarrassment grew as Audrey described in detail the incident in the toilet that morning. And when Audrey was finished Mr. Scantland said, "You're going to have to be chastised, Audrey, for leading our newcomer astray."

"I know," Audrey firmly stated, while Jane bit her lip, waiting for the axe to fall on herself.

"First show me how you, er, went down on Jane, Audrey," he said. "Take down her panties and show us. Up with your skirt, Jane!"

"Yes, sir!" said Audrey, and she was quick to get on her knees in front of the shocked Jane and peel her tight pink panties down to her knees and insert her slithery hot tongue in Jane's slit. Nurse Frye came over and watched. The figure behind the drapes leaned forward against them, and now it could be seen that it was a male figure, for his stiff cock pushed out the red material like a miniature tent. Jane had to stand there with her skirt up about her waist, panties at half-mast, little cunt inexorably getting all blubbery soft and wet as Audrey's tongue delved and swirled there.

"Is that what she did to you last night?" Mr. Scantland asked.

"Yes," Jane murmured, and he made her repeat it, louder, "Yes!"

"And you licked her twat as well?"

"Yes, sir!" said Jane, just as cunt juice began trickling down her tensed inner thighs.

"And did you enjoy it?" he continued.

"I… She… It was all her fault," Jane sobbed. "I'm not a queer girl. I've never done anything like that in my life before! Please make her stop now. I'll never do anything like that again!"

"That's enough, Audrey," he said, but Audrey continued for another few seconds, bringing Jane right to the brink of a wholly unwanted orgasm. She rose grinning, licking her lips, to stand beside Jane once again. "See if Jane liked it, Nurse Frye."

The husky nurse came up to Jane, reached down and put her fingers in her slit. She felt all around before reporting, "She's quite wet, Mr. Scantland. I'd say she liked it quite a lot."

He rose from his desk. "Let me see," he said, and then there were two people's fingers poking and slipping in Janie's cunt, while she stood teetering between orgasm and mortification.

Still diddling Jane's twat, Mr. Scantland said, "Audrey, you shouldn't have taken advantage of little Jane. She's too young, too innocent, or at least she was before last night. You're going to have to be punished. Bend over, please."

"Yes, sir!"

"Jane," he said, "please take down Audrey's panties and select a suitable instrument for her punishment. You are to whip her."

Janie's whole day brightened. Here was the girl who'd gotten her in all this trouble, who'd seduced her into being a queer girl and who'd then confessed to all their sins together, all ready to be whipped by her! With a spring in her step, Jane went to the desk and chose the riding crop, nice and limber, and went around behind Audrey.

The big blonde was bent at the waist, hands on her knees, high heels close together. Jane boldly flipped up Audrey's short brown skirt, revealing her upturned bottom in its taut, extremely thin pink sheathing. Audrey caught in her breath as Jane unceremoniously jerked the panties down to her knees. As she did it, Jane had a very close view of Audrey's magnificently shaped bottom, perfectly smooth and white, save for the deeply split and blonde-furred pink bulge protruding back from between her buttocks, smelling strongly of sex. Mr. Scantland was at Janie's side as she rose, both gazing at the flawless flesh she was about to whip. With one hand he still stroked the big bulge in his pants, and now with the other he poked a long finger in that bulging pink split, and he said, "Is this where you kissed her, Jane?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Was it as wet as it is now? As warm?"

He was looking at her for an answer. She swallowed hard, and then her fingers joined his in delving and poking within Audrey's heavily swollen vulva. "It was… even wetter," she murmured, while the hot flesh under her fingers seemed to writhe and twitch.

"It obviously tasted good to you then. How does it taste now?" he said, and he lifted her wetted fingers to her mouth. Mr. Scantland calmly watched, Nurse Frye tittered, and he figure behind the stained red draperies swayed forward while Jane dutifully licked her fingers clean. It almost made her sick, sick with secret desire at the cunty taste of them, and it made her look forward even more to the whipping she'd been chosen to administer.