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's 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 act 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 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.

"Th-the ch-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 ecstatic 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," Athena 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 could 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 erect.

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 unconsciously 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."