The Interns

Chapter V---Reflection, Lynn wakes up!

As Tamala was sitting at the vanity combing her still damp hair and preparing for the 'reflection session' she was recollecting some of the events that had taken place in her past. She remembered her first visit to Dr. Mary Mercy. She remembered how depressed she was when she first disclosed to Dr. Mercy how her black husband of six months announced he was leaving her without any warning. He just walked and in told her one morning that "he was leaving her, he wanted a divorce." She learned later during her therapy sessions, the most likely reason she felt so depressed was because her husband, who at that time she thought she was in love with, left her for a 'white woman.'

Tamala felt she had suffered discrimination all of her years of trying to get the best education she could get, and even though she was a straight 'A' student during high school and college, she experienced the same discrimination when she applied for law school. Yet she never felt she harbored any special animosity toward any other race...until now! After the divorce she angered very easily whenever she saw a white woman with a black man.

During her therapy sessions Dr. Mercy made her realize that her marriage would have probably ended in divorce at some time anyway because, as she explained to Tamala, her then husband had all the characteristics of an 'alpha male.' He had a very dominant psyche. Dr. Mercy went on to explain that she was very certain that like herself, Tamala was a "matriarch', a female that possessed a very dominant psyche and the two dominant personalities in her marriage would have clashed sooner or later.

Tamala was looking at herself in the mirror on the vanity table as she brushed her hair and was thinking... "Look at me now, I am beautiful"... "I am the 'matriarch'... 'I am the MISTRESS of this house'... 'I have taken a white woman and made her my slave'... "I have the power to make her do anything I choose to... a pig, a whore, a dog, a pussy licker, an ass kisser... anything, anything',"... and she felt her pride building up. And this dominant pride made her nipples hard, made her feel a sexual tingling sensation deep in the pit of her stomach, a wetness deep in her vagina.

Tamala applied her lipstick, a rich rose color that made her lips come alive. She applied a little red rose blush on her high cheek bones and blended it perfectly with her bronze brown skin. A little eye liner, a little mascara, and her eyes became liquid pools of charcoal floating in a white background. She got up from the vanity table and slipped on a very sheer powder blue silk negligee. It was totally transparent, displaying all of her "assets" as Dr. Mary was fond of calling them. She slipped on a pair of black alligator open high heel shoes that had very thin straps criss-crossed over her insteps. They made the calves on her beautiful legs bulge out when she walked. She walked over to the floor length mirror, looked at herself again, and felt that familiar tingle in her breasts and vagina... "Perfect" she thought to herself.

The stairs to the first floor opened into the living room. The steps were six feet wide, and had oak hand carved rails running down both sides of the stairs. When Mistress Tamala appeared on the top platform of the steps she stopped and looked in the living room.

There was her white slave piglet, still in her 'hold position' just as she was instructed. Piglet had changed from her serving attire to a 'baby doll gown' that had been modified just for her. The changing of one type of dress to another was one of the 'standing orders' that she was required to follow. 'Standing orders' was a list of instructions that piglet followed routinely when going from one task to another task without the direct supervision of one of her Mistresses. This procedure was followed in order to not waste her Mistresses 'valuable time.'

The baby doll gown was a coral pink color, had thin straps over her shoulders and the top part was cut so low that it ended just under her breasts. The elastic band under her breasts was very tight so her breasts hung out and over the gown. The bottom part of the gown ended just above her crotch area leaving her stretched labia fully exposed. Mistress Mary nicknamed piglet's stretched vagina lips her "little ass" because of the way the puffed lips hung down against her thighs and when pressed together they did indeed give the appearance of a little ass. Of course, Mistress Talama also picked up on that nickname.

"Look at me," said Mistress Tamala from the top of the stairs.

Without a bit of hesitation piglet looked up. Even before Mistress Tamala told her to look up, piglet knew she was somewhere close by. A scent of lilac fragrance had filled the air and she knew that was Mistress Tamala's favorite perfume. Piglet's heart started to pound and her breath quickened in anticipation. Mistress Tamala started to walk down the stairs very slowly keeping her eyes on piglet. As her legs stepped down one step at a time, her hips moved up and down in perfect cadence and her beautiful ass swayed in rhythm. It looked like these were movements that she had rehearsed over and over, again and again. But these movements came natural to her. She looked like a Nubian Goddess descending her throne. As she got to the bottom of the stairs she stopped at a little table, opened a drawer and took out a riding crop. The riding crop was made of braided leather, was 3 feet long and had a loop on the grip of the handle that fitted around Mistress Tamala's hand to secure her grip. It was three inches in diameter at the handle and tapered down to a very thin and flexible end. As she gripped the handle, Mistress Tamala could feel a power rush surge through her body. "Truly," she thought, I am a queen."

Piglet's mind was racing with fearful thoughts... "God, how beautiful Mistress is"... "oh, god, how I want to kiss her,... taste her," but at the same time she started to shake a little because she saw the riding crop in Mistress Tamala's hand, the 'sign of authority,' and she never knew what Mistress Tamala had in store for her.

Mistress Tamala walked over to stand in front of and over the kneeling piglet. Her negligee was opened all the way down the front. It was transparent but the opened front added a little more for piglet to anticipate, Mistress Tamala reasoned to herself. Her large firm bronze brown breasts were visible, the large nipples standing erect. Her flat stomach led down to a massive amount of jet black pubic hair. Mistress Tamala was extremely proud of her pubic hair. It started just under her belly button, ran down starting in a thin line and thickening out until it reached her pubic mound. Then it widened out into a thick triangle, flowing outside of her outer vagina lips and spilling over to her thighs in curly little ringlets. Her thighs were thick and muscular, but without a trace of fat.

Piglet's eyes had followed Mistress Tamala all the way down the stairs. She kept her gaze on Mistress Talama's eyes as she approached her. But her peripheral vision also took in the whole view of her beautiful Mistress. Piglet's face was on the same level as Mistress Tamala's vagina and even though she could smell the sweet lilac fragrance that came from the apparently freshly showered body of Mistress Tamala, she could still get a faint scent of the womanly musk that was coming from her Mistress, somewhere buried under all those pubic ringlets. As her nostrils filled with the musk scent she was familiar with, her own vagina grew moist again with the tingling sensations of arousal.

"I have decided to hold a 'reflection session' tonight," said Mistress Tamala as she raised the riding crop as high as her waist. With sharp and instant flicks of her forearms, she brought the riding crop down on first one shoulder and then the other shoulder of piglet. The blows from the riding crop weren't hard enough to leave very deep welts, but they were hard enough to sting piglets skin and leave the "red marks" ... signs of her authority. "Get up and lead the way," she continued.

Piglet felt the sting of Mistress Tamala's crop and let out a little "ahhhh, ahhh," from her mouth. The blows weren't nearly as hard as she knew Mistress Tamala was capable of giving her but it was enough to make her shoulders flinch a little. "Yes ma'am," she answered in a subdued voice as she got up from her kneeling position.

Piglet headed for the door between the living room and the dining room that led to the basement. She walked three steps ahead of Mistress Tamala and Mistress Tamala watched the piglet's white ass sway back and forth then down the steps until they were in the basement.

The basement was divided into parts. It had cinder block walls and the lighting depended on what part of the basement you were in. The far half of the basement was partitioned off and enclosed. This was Dr. Mary's section and was where she had her laboratory and her examining room. This was the only area that had windows and they were only two feet in length and one foot in depth. They were also high on each wall. What room was left was divided in two with a fully equipped gym where Mistress Tamala brought piglet for her workouts, and the other half was piglet's "living quarters."

Piglet's living quarters was a four foot wide and six foot in length bamboo cage. The height of the cage was four feet, and of course, it was impossible for piglet to stand erect when she was inside. Dr. Mary had it built especially for piglet. The floor was concrete, and contained a small mattress that lay on the floor. There were a couple of old stainless steel bowls inside on the floor. The bowls were, of course, used for piglet's food when she was confined in her 'quarters.' She got her water from a large round clear plastic container that was hung upside down outside of the cage. The plastic container had an opening on top that was used to refill it and a hose that extended just inside one of the bamboo pickets. The hose had a large nipple attached to the hose end inside the cage that piglet would suck on to get water. However, there was a open/close valve outside on the bottom of the plastic container so that her Mistresses could control her intake of liquids. The 'bathroom facilities' consisted of two old coffee cans, one was lettered 'shit' and the other was lettered 'piss.' Dr. Mary explained to Mistress Tamala that the lettering of the cans was used specifically for the psychological effect it would have on piglet's self-esteem.

However, piglet now spend most her nights sleeping on the floor of Mistress Tamala's and Mistress Mary's bedroom. Her 'living quarters' were used for the first couple of years of her training and were now used only on occasion or whenever one of her Mistresses decided to put her in there.

"Prepare for reflection," Mistress Tamala said to piglet.

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet as she went to get a special wicker chair that Mistress Tamala sat in for this procedure. The back of the chair was high to give the appearance of a 'throne.' The chair seat was just big enough for Mistress Tamala's buttocks to fit on, and was low enough to give piglet an excellent view of her vagina when she spread her thighs. She brought it over to the front of her living quarters. She held the chair while Mistress Tamala sat down and then removed her baby doll gown. Piglet remembered that she was required to be completely naked at this time so she removed the silver rings from her engorged nipples. She knelt down in front of her Mistress, sat back so her ass was resting on her legs and placed her hands, palms down on her thighs.

"It has been six months since we had a reflection session and I see you remember your position," said Mistress Tamala. "That pleases me."

"Yes ma'am" answered piglet, feeling a little contented, at least for the moment, because she had made her Mistress happy.

"I will speak first without any interruption. As you are aware you will have the freedom to speak and express any thoughts or desires you may have during this period of time, is that understood?" Mistress Tamala asked.

"Yes ma'am," piglet replied.

"Well then," Mistress Tamala began, "I am offering you the opportunity to leave this house and to leave me and Mistress Mary as I always do during our reflection session. If you decide to leave, I will see to it that you are financially secure. You will have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life."

Piglet had heard this before at prior reflection sessions and she expected it. Almost immediately tears started to form in her eyes. Just the thought of being apart from this beautiful woman, a woman she had practically dedicated her life to, was enough to made her eyes mist up with tears. She wanted tell her Mistress that she didn't want to leave but she knew better then to interrupt her.

"I will have a car waiting for you in the morning and have travel arrangements completed to wherever you want to go," Miss Tamala continued. "You may speak now."

"P...please, please, Mistress Tamala, "no, no ... please don't send me away." Tears were coming out from the corners of piglet's eyes, starting to roll down her face. "I don't ever want to be away from you ... please ma'am, I don't even want the think of leaving ... I love you ... I ... I ... love you ...," piglet was sobbing, her voice breaking up in little whimpering cries that were coming from deep inside her very being.

Mistress Tamala did not like this part of a reflection session. She didn't like it because she thoroughly enjoyed her 'slave' and although she was confident that piglet would never accept her 'freedom' she didn't know what her reaction would be if, by chance, she ever did. But Dr. Mary told her this session was very important in a piglet's submissive life. First, she was truly being given the opportunity to walk away. Secondly, if she refused the offer, it would serve to reinforce piglet's status in her own mind and increase her dedication to her Mistresses.

Mistress Tamala looked down at this kneeling woman ... she looked at bleached blonde hair, the pierced nipples, the red marks that were still on her shoulders from the blows her riding crop had made. She watched the fearful tears leaking slowly from her eyes and dribbling down her face. For a moment she felt a little pity for her, even had an urge to reach down and hug her, tell her that she loved her too. But this little bit of compassion only lasted a brief moment. Mistress Tamala's hand raised high over her head. Mistress Tamala knew she could never allow herself to express these kinds of feelings. She was addicted to this powerful feeling that ran through her soul, addicted to the sexual sensations she felt making this white woman crawl and obey her very command and she wasn't about to give that up.

"Whaacckkk," her hand came down smashing into piglet's face. "You stupid bitch, I offered you a chance to be financially free and you don't take it," Mistress Tamala yelled at piglet. She leaned over piglet's kneeling body, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head downward so her back was arched toward her, raised the hand that was holding the riding crop over her head and brought it down extremely hard. "Craaackkkkk," the sound of the flexible end of the riding crop striking piglet's back echoed through the basement. "You're a brainless white whore, you disgust me," she continued yelling at piglet, "why the fuck don't just get out of here."

Piglet was sobbing almost uncontrollably. Part of the tears were from the soreness of the hard slap in her face and part from the stinging the riding crop left on her back. "She doesn't want me anymore," she was thinking and deep in the pit of her stomach she felt worthless. "Please Mistress, pleas ...aaahhh ...please let me stay with you, please," she continued sobbing.

Mistress Tamala was getting more and more aroused watching piglet grovel. She looked down at the deep red welt rising on piglet's back. "That was a fucking good one," she thought as she admired the 'mark' she had just left on piglet, her dominant mind racing to new heights. "God damn it, sometimes I scare myself," she was thinking as she got hornier and hornier. She put the riding crop down and pulled piglet's head back up so she could look directly in her face. Then she put down the riding crop and with both hands she reached down and took both of piglet's nipples in between her thumbs and fingers of each hand. She pulled the nipples hard outward until they were almost further then their capacity to stretch.

"Aaahh, aaahhhhh," the sounds came from piglet's mouth as she felt the hard pull of her nipples, a mixture of pain and excitement. She could feel the muscles in her stomach push downward releasing a steady flow of her juices as the sexual sensations were taking their toll throughout her body. "Ooooohhhh, God," she mind was pounding, "I need to cum... need to cum... need to cum..."

Mistress Tamala looked down again at her bitch. She loved the look of submissive ecstasy on her bitch's face. The mixture of tears and the wanton smile of lust on piglet's face were making her own juices flow again as she felt a tingling sensation in her own pussy. She reached down with one hand and felt piglet's pussy. Piglet's pussy lips were engorged with desire and soaked. She could feel the stretched pussy lips pulsating, jerking, as she ran her fingers softly back and forth, teasing the outside pussy lips and refusing to go inside.

"You fucking slut," she said looking directly into piglet's face, "you're as wet as a rain forest. You would be out on the street looking for cock if I didn't take care of you ... you would be nothing but a filthy whore," Mistress Tamala continued, feeling her own excitement build as she berated piglet.

"Yes Mistress... yes Mistress," came piglet's acknowledgment.

Mistress Tamala's hand left piglet's pussy. She sat at the very edge of her chair, opened her thighs and took piglet's head in both of her hands. She led her head in between her dark and wonderfully thick thighs.

Piglet felt the welcome tug of Mistress Tamala's hands on her head. Her heart was pounding and in her mind she was praying that her head was going where it wanted to be. It was like going down a dark tunnel and heading for the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. She could feel the heat of Mistress Tamala's thighs on the cheeks of her face as she got nearer and nearer. Mistress Tamala's musky scent filled her nostrils as she felt the jet black pubic hairs from her pussy touch her face. Then her mouth felt the pussy lips and the wetness of Mistress Tamala's pussy.

"Suck you little bastard," she heard the voice of her Mistress.

Piglet's mouth opened. She took the coarse pubic hairs between her lips and sucked on the vagina nectar she found there. The first taste of Mistress Tamala's juices sent her brain reeling. She let her tongue lick the outside of the pussy lips, first one side and then the other. Then as softly as she could she extended her tongue further out, went to the very bottom of the pussy lips where they met, inserted her tongue into Mistress Tamala's vagina and started to move slowly upward. She inserted her tongue so far into Mistress Tamala's pussy that her little white nose followed. The juices were heavy there and they flowed freely around piglet's nose, on her tongue and into her mouth.

"Play with yourself you horny bitch," came the next order from Mistress Tamala. "And don't you dare cum until I am finished."

With that last order Mistress Tamala pushed her hips out further. Her large brown nipples hardened even more as she looked down to see the bleached blonde white head between her legs. For one moment her mind flashed back to what Dr. Mary had told her long ago. "There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a white female head between dark thighs."

Piglet reached down with her hand and found her own pussy. She didn't hesitate. Instead she inserted her fingers between her soaking wet pussy lips. This was the first time tonight that she had been allowed to touch herself. First she inserted one finger, then another. She was tempted to go right for her clit but she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself and she had been told not to reach her orgasm until she completed her duty toward her Mistress. She contended herself using just slow in and out motions of her fingers.

Meanwhile she was continuing her journey into her Mistress's love nest. As her tongue and nose moved upward between the pussy lips she tasted the wet softness of the inside vagina lips, and soon she reached the top of the slit. Mistress Tamala had an extraordinary large clit. Piglet had been here many times before and she knew right where it was. With her nose she softy pushed aside the hood covering her Mistress's clit, took the erect clit between her lips and sucked on it like it was the nipple of a baby's bottle. She heard the gasps of pleasure coming from her Mistress's mouth and she knew she was giving her the ultimate sexual high. As she felt her Mistress's hips push forward and her hands pull harder on the back of her head she knew it wouldn't be long.

"Yes, yes ... oh yesssss, you little fucker," she heard the excited voice of Mistress Tamala, "don't suck too hard ... softer ... softer ... yes, ooooohhh, yes," the voice came from high about her head.

Piglet's nose, lips and even her face was almost completely covered with the juices of her Mistress. She could feel the thick mass of black pubic hairs on the cheeks of her face and her whole head seemed to be joined together with Mistress's Tamala pussy. Then she heard the almost screaming voice above her.

"That's it ... that's it ... yes, ooooohhh, aaahhhhh, I'm cumming ... I'm cumming," came Mistress's Tamala voice. Piglet felt the final buck of her Mistress' hips, the circular gyrating, the vaginal contractions and then the total release. It was as though the whole world came to a temporary halt. She tasted the flood of pussy juices shooting forward, and like a hungry little puppy she lapped at the juices to get as much as she could in her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat. Then the hips began to relax, and the gyrations slowed down to almost a complete stop. Still piglet stayed where she was. Her tongue now slowly brought her Mistress down from her emotional high, just the way she was trained. "Yes," she was thinking to herself, "this is where I belong ... this is my heaven."

"You may release yourself now," she heard the soft, sultry and relaxed voice of Mistress Tamala.

"Thank you Mistress Tamala," piglet's barely audible muffled voice replied. It didn't take long. Piglet had been so sexually aroused all night that she went right for her own clit. There was no 'hood'. That had been cut away by Dr. Mary long ago as part of her 'sexual renovations' as Dr. Mary had told her the procedure was. Of course Dr. Mary and Mistress Tamala knew the real reason for this procedure of stretching piglet's vagina lips and cutting away the covering of her clit. It was to keep her in a constant state of sexual arousal. She was much more pliable, easier to control and much more obedient when she was in this state of mind.

Piglet worked her own fingers in and out of her vagina opening, rubbing on the clit and it was only an instant before her whole body convulsed in a mass of jerking and grinding motions. "Aaaahhhh, aaahhhhh," she was moaning as she was moving her hips in cadence with her fingers. And then the release that she longed for so much came. Her whole body collapsed, down it went until her face, now pulled back from her Mistress's vagina, fell to her Mistress's high heeled feet. She kept one hand on her own pussy, bring herself slowly down and with the one arm she hugged Mistress Tamala ankles, kissed her insteps, worked her way down her beautiful bronze brown feet until she kissed and lightly lapped her tongue across the polished toes.

"Good girl ... good girl," she heard her Mistress say as she felt her hand stroking and petting her head back and forth like a good little pet.

Piglet was happy; she had pleased her Mistress and in turn had pleased herself. She had earned a 'good girl' from Mistress Tamala, the ultimate praise for the 'submissive Ann'. "This is where I belong," she was thinking. "I hope I never have to leave here."

"You will be sleeping in the bedroom tonight on the floor. And because I am satisfied with your obedience tonight you will be sleeping on the floor on my side of the bed," Mistress Tamala told piglet. "Now go get your bathroom utensils and follow me."

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet. She went into her living quarters and picked up the cans marked 'shit' and 'piss.' While piglet was getting her 'bathroom utensils,' Mistress Tamala walked back to Dr. Mary's medical room and returned with a glass of water and a few pills.

"Here, take these," Mistress Tamala told piglet.

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet.

The pills Mistress Tamala gave piglet were a multiple vitamin and a mild antibiotic that Dr. Mary had prescribed for her. The vitamin was for any deficiency in her diet and the antibiotic was for the body fluids she had ingested. Of course, piglet was never told anything about the pills, or what they were for. She was totally obedient and would never even think of asking questions about anything that did not concern her Mistress's happiness. During her training she had been told that 'anything that comes from her Mistresses bodies was good for her and she should always consider herself very fortunate to be able to taste the essence of her Mistresses'. And, indeed she did consider herself fortunate!

As Mistress led piglet up to her bedroom, she was looking at the little red stripes just beginning to fade on piglet's shoulders. The red welt on her back was still very visible. She knew piglet would be feeling the one on her back for a long time yet. When they got to the Mistress's Tamala's bedroom and she got in bed, she made piglet lie on the floor on her side of the bed as she told her she would. She looked down at piglet's face and saw her pussy juices still smeared all over piglet's face. "Lie on your back all night, and don't you dare remove my juices from your face. I want you to taste me all night. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet.

As Mistress was falling asleep she was thinking of tomorrow. "God dam it," she was thinking, "I may soon have two of these white bitches to play with. Oh shit, this is going to be fun."

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Somewhere in the distance Lynn could hear a noise, a bell ringing ... it was constant ... seemed like every few seconds. "It must be a dream," Lynn thought. "Oh damn, it's the phone," she realized as she reached over in the dark to get the phone on the night stand in her motel room.

"Hello, hello ... Lynn, Lynn," the male voice on the phone repeated over and over.

"Hellooo, helloooooo," Lynn answered in a sleepy voice as she struggled to wake up.

"Lynn, this is David ... Lynn, are you alright?" the male voice sounding somewhat worried said again.

"David? ... oh, David," Lynn said realizing it was her fiancé. "Oh God, I forgot to call you."

"Yeah, yeah ... I know. Is something wrong? Where were you? I've try to call you a couple of times and no one answered. Are you alright?" Dave again in a worried voice inquired.

"Yes, I'm alright, yeah ... I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?" Lynn asked.

"It's midnight here on the West Coast. Let's see ... it's 3 a.m. where you are. What happened? How did the interview go?" David was asking questions in a hurried manner.

"Oh ... the interview ... I don't know ... I ... I'm not sure ... I think ... I think OK, I guess ... I'm not sure," Lynn answered as she was still struggling to wake up and remember the interview from the previous day.

"What do you mean you don't know? Lynn ... Lynn are you sure you're alright?" David asked again.

"David, please ... give me some time to think. I am suppose to go back for orientation today ... I think anyway," Lynn said as she was gathering her thoughts. "I had a headache," Lynn lied, recalling masturbating in the shower before she fell asleep. "I fell asleep around seven and I must have slept until now. David, my boss is an African American woman."

"Oh, is that right? Well that is surprising. Of course we knew from her biography that the owner of the business was a woman. I'm just surprised that someone that successful would be African American. But hey, we are in the twenty-first century. You know ... equal rights and all. Is she nice?" David finished his end of the conversation.

"Yeah ... yeah, she is nice. But ... but ... David, I am not sure if I want this internship yet," Lynn said again remembering some of the particulars of the interview.

"Geez, Lynn ... what do you mean, that's a great opportunity. If you get this internship a lot of doors will open for you. Not even mentioning the credits you will earn for next year's semester," David replied.

"Yeah ... yeah, I know ... I know ... listen David, let me call you back later today. I am not awake yet. Maybe I can get a couple more hours sleep and I'll feel better. I'll call you tonight, OK?" Lynn said.

"Yeah, yeah ... sure. I'm sorry I woke you up. I was just worried when I didn't hear from you. Listen Lynn ... while I have you on the phone. I bumped into Pastor Grayson today and he wanted to know if you planned to lead the youth group this year," David said.

"Geez, the youth group. I don't know ... I guess so ... David, tell him I am still trying to work out my schedule ... you know, I'm just not in a position to know what is really going on. Just tell him I think so," answered Lynn.

"OK, OK, Lynn ... try to get some sleep. Don't forget to call me tonight. Don't make me worry about you, please. I love you," David said.

"Thanks, yes David, I love you too. I'll call as soon as I get a chance ... bye, bye," Lynn said as she hung up the phone.

After Lynn hung up the phone she turned the light on and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. As she was walking toward the bathroom she noticed how she left the room before falling asleep. Her skirt was thrown over a chair, her blouse was on the floor and her high heel shoes were scattered, one by the foot of the bed and the other almost on the other side of the room. As she walked into the bathroom her panties were on the floor and her bra was hanging on the door knob. The towel she had used to dry off was still just thrown over in the corner. As she was sitting on the toilet she looked over to the shower and remembered masturbating. "God," she started thinking, "I haven't masturbated in so long. What the heck got into me?"

After Lynn finished using the toilet she walked back over to the bed picking up her clothes as she went. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her wrist watch. It was now 3:30 a.m. "Boy," she thought, "I didn't even eat any dinner. I just fell asleep."

As Lynn was becoming more alert, her mind started to drift back to yesterday's interview with Ms. Barker. "Did I really do those things yesterday?" she was thinking. "Do I really want to go back for orientation today? Maybe I would be wiser not to show up ... just to pack up and go back home."

Lynn lay back down on the bed but her mind was still going a mile a minute. She was confused. She had counted on this internship so much. She had researched the company that Ms. Barker owned and was really impressed by the results of that research. According to that information, Ms. Barker had started this business after a stint with the U.S. Government as a 'project overview attorney,' recognized the business opportunity it could present and started her business as a private contractor conducting the same research and was making a very nice profit. Plus, in this partnership with Dr. Mary, she was on the brink of becoming a very wealthy woman.

"No wonder she is so successful," Lynn started to think again, "she certainly was very intimidating. She probably was a very tough person to work for." Then Lynn started to think about Ann. "Why would Ann work there if there was anything wrong. Maybe I just have the wrong impression."

Lynn decided to close her eyes and get a little more sleep. Her mind drifted again to the vision of Ms. Tamala Barker. She had never met anyone like her. "Geez," Lynn thought, "I'm certainly not a virgin. I have only been with one other guy and that was before I met David. And even that was brief. But another woman ... heck I never even thought about it. I just am not attracted to women sexually."

She tossed and turned in bed again and again but the thoughts just wouldn't allow her to fall asleep. She was now thinking of her hand. "God, I let her lead my hand under her skirt ... I felt her pubic hairs ... I felt her heat." As Lynn was thinking she was feeling the same arousal she felt last night in the shower. "God, I even tasted her ... her ... on my fingers ... oh, God, there must be something wrong with me."

"That's it," she said to herself, "I don't want this internship. I'm not going back for any kind of orientation. I'm going home."

Just as Lynn had made up her mind, the phone rang again.

"David?" Lynn answered on the third ring.

"David ... no ... no," replied the female voice on the other end of the line. "Lynn ... this is Ann."

"Oh Ann," answered Lynn looking at her wrist watch. It was 5:30 a.m.

"Lynn, I just wanted to tell you not to eat breakfast. Ms. Barker has breakfast here for us," said Ann.

"Breakfast ... Oh Ann, are you at work now," asked Lynn

"No, no ... I am just getting ready to leave in a little while. I just wanted to tell you about breakfast. Ms. Barker takes care of everything for her employees. Lynn, I am so glad your interview went well yesterday," Ann said in a happy voice.

Lynn was looking for a way to tell Ann she decided against taking the internship but even though she only met Ann briefly yesterday, she kind of liked her. Besides, Ann wasn't giving her much time to talk.

"Ann ... Ann ... ah ... ah ... I ...I don't think I'm ..." Lynn was interrupted again.

"Lynn, listen, I have to hurry. I still have to get in the shower. See you in a little while," Ann said in a hurried voice as she hung up the phone.

"Ann ... damn it ... Ann," Lynn tried to talk to Ann but she had already hung up.

Lynn put the phone down. As she got up from the bed to sort out the clothing that she would wear today, she thought, "OK, I came half way across the country for this internship. I will give it one more day and see how the orientation goes. If anything else strange happens that I don't like it, I'll just pack my bags and leave."

As Lynn was picking out an assortment of the clothing she would be wearing this day, she found herself unconsciously looking for something that would make her attractive to Ms. Barker. And the thoughts of making herself attractive to Ms. Barker were causing the same sexual tingling sensations in her loins ... and she felt a little guilty about it.

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(Authors Note: To be continued. I would appreciate any feedback.)