by Christine Trexler

This story is a sequel to "Julie Begins Her Career" when Julie told us about her interview and subsequent start of a marketing management career at Lakeside Products, a major manufacturer and distributor of health care items.

It had been snowing all night and when Julie and her roommate, Kim, got up to get ready for work everything had already been covered by eight inches of glistening, wet snow. The plows had been out and the local TV weather called for the precipitation to turn to rain during late morning.

"Looks like everyone will be late this morning. At least to some extent," said Kim with a certain amount of resignation in her voice. "Although I really hate to drive when it's like this."

"All you can do is take your time. There's no use in getting upset or impatient on mornings like this. If I'm late for work, so what," replied Julie stepping into a plaid below-the-knee length wool skirt, pulling it up above her hips and closing the zipper.

"I guess you're right," Kim admitted changing earrings for about the third time as Julie slipped a bone colored cowl neck sweater over her head, and adjusted everything before heading for the door. She put a pair of brown pumps in her briefcase and got a pair of green rubber wellingtons or wellies from the hall closet. Although she hated the almost knee high rubber boots, she had to admit that they really did look pretty good with the skirt she'd selected today which mattered more to her than the fact that they were, in fact, extremely practical at certain times like today!

"See you tonight, Kim. Be careful out there," she hollered from the doorway.

A few minutes later after pulling her car from the underground garage and entering traffic, Julie realized that the roads were much worse than the traffic reports had said. Not only were the roads slippery, but the snow was blowing such that she could barely see a car length in front of her. As a result, traffic was creeping along at a snail's pace.

After an hour and a half to cover a distance that normally took only thirty minutes even during rush hour, Julie got to work so stressed that she had the makings of a splitting headache. After taking two Advil©, she looked at her calendar and immediately headed down the hall to the conference room where a meeting that she was scheduled to attend was already in progress. Opening the door interrupted the meeting and several colleagues wished her "Good Morning." No sooner had she sat down when the woman chairing the meeting asked Julie about some statistics that she had run and previously distributed by e-mail. Some people disagreed with her assumptions and the outcome was that she was told to go back and recheck them for the next meeting. So far, the Advil© hadn't started working and she could feel her head pounding. This was not one of her better days.

A little later and back at her own office, Julie decided to make some phone calls to the southern sales offices thinking that at least they'd be working and not affected by the storm. The conversations went really well and she felt that she had enough information to update the statistics for the next meeting of the product planning committee.

By then it was noon and Julie's thoughts had just turned to what she should get for lunch. She hadn't had anything all day other than a cup of coffee at the meeting. Her stomach rumbled and she realized that she really was hungry. But just as Julie was about to head down the hall to the employee bistro, her phone rang.

"This is Julie," she said. The caller was from human resources and informed her that the building would close at 1:00 p.m. due to the weather. The storm had changed to rain, but the forecast called for it to turn cold again meaning that the wet roads would freeze and become even more hazardous.

Deciding not to push fate, Julie got her coat, slipped off her shoes, pulled the wellies on, and headed for the lobby taking a detour by way of the bistro. With a veggie wrap and diet coke safely stowed in her briefcase, Julie sloshed through three to four inches of slush on her way to her car. "At least if traffic is stopped, I'll be able to eat," she thought to herself.

The trip home took almost as long as the trip to work. Moreover, Julie was able to find some time to eat the sandwich while sitting in stalled traffic on the ramp entering the interstate. It was nearly 2:30 by the time she pulled into her parking place and got upstairs to the condo. Being recent college grads, Julie and Kim had been lucky enough to rent a condo from a friend of Kim's father. Under normal circumstances they never would have been able to afford such a place. It was nearly new, had two bedrooms, two baths, kitchen, living room, and a private deck with hot tub. They two thought they'd died and gone to heaven.

Taking off her coat and wellies, Julie reflected on what a terrible day that she, in fact, had had. Even worse, the headache had returned. She found two more Advil©, which she took with a large glass of filtered water from the fridge.

"Ugh! What a day!" she said to herself as she slipped out of her business clothes and into a tee shirt and some old sweatpants that said "State University" down one leg in letters faded from too many washings.

Going to the living room, Julie flopped down on the huge pit sofa and clicked the TV remote. After some surfing she found that nothing looked interesting. She knew that she just needed to relax. "I've got to pamper myself this afternoon," she said to herself. "I've earned it! But what to do?"

Then an inspiration came to her. Weeks earlier she'd spent some time in a chatroom on the Internet and one of the other women said how she really enjoyed an enema and a long soak in a bubble bath whenever she wanted to truly relax. Although, Julie thought it sounded a little absurd at the time, at this particular moment it sounded just wonderful.

Instead of the bubble bath, she thought, she'd soak in the hot tub and maybe even take a glass of wine in with her. A moment later, she was out on the deck removing the cover from the hot tub and adjusting its temperature setting. The rain had changed back to large flakes of snow by now and the steam coming off the warm water gave the scene a surreal beauty.

Julie went to the dining area and retrieved some scented candles, which she took to the bathroom and lit. Then it was to the living room where she put some Mozart on the CD player before heading to the kitchen where she uncorked and poured herself a glass of merlot. After taking a quick sip, it was back to the bathroom. On the way she retrieved her red combination syringe and box of other related enema items.

"A slow comfortable enema sure sounds nice, no, it was simply decadent or even luxurious about now," she thought to herself as she ran the water at the sink. While waiting for it to get warm, Julie added a packet of Lakeside brand castile enema soap to the bag. A minute later, she filled the syringe to capacity, a whole two quarts and screwed in the stopper with the hose attached. She held it up with her left hand and with her right opened the clamp just long enough to let the air out of the hose.

She'd no sooner hung the bag from the towel rack when another thought came to mind. It was to use her colon tube. It certainly gave a relaxing enema because it reduced normal cramping. She picked up the tube and attached it to the rectal pipe that was normally fitted to the hose. She took another sip of the merlot and placed the glass on the floor so it would be within reach. A couple of big fluffy bath towels on the floor finished the preparations.

Julie heard the front door open and close. Moments later a voice spoke. "Hi! Glad you got home OK. Oh my! What are you doing?" asked Kim.

"Oh, I'm just trying to relax. I've had a positively awful day between sitting in traffic, had a lousy headache and even had to endure a terrible meeting. So I've decided that I'm going to give myself a good enema."

"I can see that. But what about the candles, Mozart and wine?" asked Kim not able to keep a straight face in the meantime.

"I heard that if you set the mood with some quiet music, candles and something to drink, that an enema is just the thing for relaxation."

"I think I heard that, too, somewhere."

"Yeah. But I'm going to go for a long soak in the hot tub afterwards. I already have it warming."

"Sounds positively wonderful. Maybe I'll give it a try, too. It's been a really ugly day today!" said Kim.

"No problem. I'll be in the hot tub. Come on out when you're ready."

"I'll be a few minutes. I think I could use a nice, warm enema about now, too," replied Kim heading for her own bedroom and the bathroom attached to it. "I'll see you in the hot tub in a little while."

Now it was time for Julie to step out of her sweatpants and bikinis. She opened the flip top on the KY and applied a liberal amount to the colon tube. Then lying down on the towels on her left side, Julie slowly introduced the tube into her rectum. After it was in about 3-4 inches she released the hose clamp to its lowest or slowest setting. The enema slowly entered her and as she began to sense its subtle warmth, she twisted and worked the tube about half its length further into her. It moved very easily and she was now starting to really relax. A few deep breaths and she was able to gently push the tube in as far as she decided it should go. "This is heaven," she said to herself taking another sip of the wine. She moved her fingers down to her crotch and was not the least surprised to find her most private area moist with pleasure. A little gentle massaging and it became even more so.

"Mmmmm," Julie said out loud as she orgasmed. She massaged herself some more and orgasmed a second time completely oblivious to the warm, soapy enema that now was primarily inside her rather than in the bag that hung a few feet above her.

Taking another sip of wine and then looking behind her, Julie saw that the enema bag was now flat. She reached over, shut the clamp and then slowly withdrew the colon tube. She had been correct as it had given her a wonderfully comfortable enema, but nevertheless she was at that point where she now had to expel it. She wasted no time getting up. Sitting on the toilet, she first felt what she thought was just warm enema water exiting her. Soon, however, it was followed with something that she sensed was quite solid and of varying sizes. Then an almost muddy substance seemed like it was falling out of her. It was at this point that she remembered her mother's old saying about needing to be given a "nice enema" for "a good cleaning out" certainly this was one of those.

After cleaning herself up, Julie took off her tee shirt and brassiere. Not wanting to bother herself with the mundane task of putting the enema bag away, she left it hanging right where it was. She wrapped a large bath towel around herself, picked up her glass of wine and made her way to the deck. Dropping the towel, she slipped her completely naked body into the warm, steaming water. She felt every muscle in her body begin to relax. It was just so sensual. Another sip of wine and she put her head back against the side of the tub. Snowflakes gently hit her face gently tickling it. She felt like it was caressing her. It didn't get any better than this.

About twenty minutes later Kim, also wrapped in a bath towel, came out on the deck holding up the merlot bottle. "Need a touch more?" she asked.

"Oh, please!" replied Julie. Kim added about an inch of deep red liquid to Julie's glass, dropped the towel, and then carefully slipped her own body beneath the very warm water of the hot tub.

"Mmmm, it doesn't get better than this. Does it, Julie?" said Kim holding up her glass as if offering a toast.

"I don't think so," said Julie raising her own glass and then taking a sip. "Were you completely stressed out today, too?"

"You wouldn't believe it! The traffic was awful, but then again everyone at work had attitude today, too. It was so ugly!"

"I couldn't believe it either."

"But what I really don't think I can believe is that while I've had romantic, candlelight dinners with wine, I've never tried relaxing, candlelight enemas with wine. This is a first, but I'm also not sure I'm about to tell anyone about it either."

"Why not? It would really be good for Lakeside's business. Besides if we persuade enough people to do this, I could even wind up with a decent raise, if not a promotion," replied Julie almost laughing uncontrollably.

A few minutes later and the two women were lying back, eyes shut, and huge snowflakes gently hitting each in the face. It had been a tough day for each of them, but they had discovered the ultimate way to pamper themselves. And they deserved it. It might have been their first try, but both knew it wouldn't be their last. And were they ever relaxed!