Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

"I'm not convinced," grinned Birindelli with an evil leer.

"I think that Pauling's hit the nail on the head. But it's okay with us, girls. We don't care how you get your kicks when we're not around, so long as you're ready to put out when duty calls."

"Why I never heard anything so ridiculous in my entire life!" stormed Ann, genuinely upset by what the men were saying. All right, she was thinking furiously to herself, you've made me into a company whore and maybe I like it and maybe I don't, and I'll go to bed with anyone you tell me to and do anything you want done. But accusing me of being a homosexual is just plain stupid!

"A test," proposed Rossi suddenly, sitting up on the waterbed and putting an arm around each of the two scantily clad young women. "Come on, Pauling, you're the graphics genius. Set us up some kind of demonstration-test and let us judge for ourselves!"

Jenifer grinned at the men in the room good-naturedly, knowing perfectly well that they were simply playing games with Ann's naive innocence. She herself, as always, was ready for anything and waited with curiosity to see what kind of depraved game Pauling could come up with on short notice.

"All right," announced the graphics director, "You are about to participate in Dr. Pauling's Sexual Responsiveness Test, Phase One. Will the gentlemen kindly withdraw to the edge of the bed and leave the two lovely ladies alone in the center?"

"I need another drink first," objected Jenifer.

"All participants are authorized one short drink prior to the commencement of the experiment!" announced Pauling, now standing on a chair where he could orchestrate matters more effectively. The bottle made its rounds again and Ann took care to ensure that her glass was filled to the brim, taking a couple of healthy swigs. She had no idea what indecently bizarre plan Pauling had in mind, but it never hurt to be prepared.

"Now, Miss Ann, if you please, would you be so kind as to recline upon the waterbed? Good, thank you. Now, Miss Jenifer, please bend over and kiss Miss Ann upon her ruby red lips so that we may observe her reactions."

Now it starts, thought Ann thickly as Jenifer giggled nervously at Pauling's pompous announcements and began to move closer to her friend. I suppose I should tell them all to go to hell but why bother? I need the job, they're having fun and I guess this isn't going to kill me.

Jenifer smiled at Ann briefly and then bent over, her lips slightly parted, and kissed her friend solidly but not passionately.

"Now, Ann would you please tell our committee of eminent sexologists here whether you felt any emotion or other reaction to Jenifer's not-very-enthusiastic embrace?"

Everyone was laughing so hard at Pauling's ridiculous performance that Ann could not bring herself to be angry. In fact, the kiss had aroused no emotions in her whatsoever.

"It was like brushing my teeth with a new brand of tooth-paste," she reported saucily.

"Excuse me, Doctor Pauling," interrupted Birindelli, trying to keep a straight face amidst the laughter. "It occurs to me that Ann may not be telling the exact truth. Surely we should have some means of verifying her report."

"Brilliant suggestion, Doctor Birindelli! Let us pass to Phase Two of Pauling's Sexual Responsiveness Test. Now it is well known that a woman's nipples become turgid and protuberant when she is sexually aroused. Jenifer, will you kindly undo the front of the patient's dress so that we may observe these interesting reactions?"

Ann stole another quick drink during Pauling's lecture and then lay back down on the waterbed again to allow Jenifer to undress her.

"First fining you know, we're going to start liking this and then you guys'll be out of luck," warned Jenifer jokingly as she moved closer to Ann so that their bodies were side-by-side. Balancing on one elbow, she started under Ann's chin and began carefully opening her mini-dress, button by button. When the dress was open all the way to her bright red nylon panties, Ann obligingly rolled from side to side to allow the blonde girl to push the dress down off her shoulders, leaving her firm, widely-spaced breasts entirely naked. Her rosy brown nipples, however, were still soft and flat and she wondered how much longer she could keep them that way.

"And now, Jenifer, since we arc testing you as well," continued Pauling in the same theatrical tone of voice, "I think it's only fair mat you strip for action as wed. Do my honored colleagues agree?"

There was a general rowdy roar of obscene delight which Jenifer interpreted as meaning that the honored colleagues were extremely enthusiastic about the idea. Her dress unfortunately did not unbutton down the front, so she was obliged to take it off entirely, leaving herself inadequately clad in a tiny pair of black lacy panties that barely covered her softly curling blonde pussy hair.

"Very well, Jenifer," Pauling instructed. "You may begin. With feeling this time, please!"

It was the only time Ann could ever remember seeing Jenifer embarrassed, but her friend was definitely blushing at what the men were pushing her into doing. But there was no turning back now for either one of them. The honored colleagues wanted a performance and they were going to get one. Ann noticed that Jenifer had a strange tense expression on her face as she lowered her head to Ann's, her lips widely parted and one hand creeping almost automatically for her friend's nakedly vulnerable breasts.

The dignified black car with the medical association sticker on the window pulled slowly up in front of the apartment building and the doorman watched with interest as a man wearing a neatly pressed black suit and tie got out and walked briskly towards the front door, carrying a medical bag.

Must be someone sick inside, he mused, wondering which of his tenants could possibly have needed to call for a doctor.

"Excuse me, in which apartment do I find Mr. Birindelli of Wonder-Wear, Incorporated?" asked the youthful medical man in a calm professional tone of voice.

"Apartment Eleven, Doctor," answered the doorman respectfully. "Shall I ring up to tell them you're here?"

"Heavens, no!" protested the physician hurriedly. "My patient may be sleeping, which is the best thing under these circumstances. I'll just find my way up. They're expecting me and the door will be open."

Frank Larkin had no reason in the world to believe that the door would be open, since obviously no one was expecting him, but fortune was with him.

Having located Apartment Eleven quickly enough, he apprehensively glanced up and down the plush carpeted corridors before putting his ear to the door and listening carefully. There was evidently a party of some kind in progress. He could hear people talking, glasses clinking and music from a stereo, but there seemed to be no noise in the immediate area of the door. It meant taking a chance, but he could hardly turn back now after coming this far.

The door had been left ajar and he pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside. If Ann was not there and someone surprised him, he could always claim that he was making a house call and had gotten the wrong address. But there was no one on the other side of the door to challenge him and his entry seemed not to have been detected. The suspicious young doctor paused for a moment, trying to decide on the proper course of action. Around the corner to his right was the living room where the noise was coming from and going that way meant being discovered immediately.

Therefore he moved cautiously to the left, passing through an unoccupied bedroom where he recognized some of his wife's clothing and then into another hallway where he paused next to a bookshelf.

For a moment, he stood indecisively, wondering whether to turn back or explore further; then he noticed something strange about the bookshelf itself.