Chapter 2
Candice started when she heard the voice over the intercom. Then ... the Senator must have been watching the whole thing! Candice was certainly not naive, but still the realization came as a shock to her. She looked down at Richard, the interviewer. He was only now regaining his composure. They both dressed quickly and Richard led her into the hallway.
"It's the last door, all the way at the end. Knock and go in. The Senator will be waiting."
"You won't be coming?" Candice asked.
"No," said Richard. "I'm going to get some sleep."
"Lucky you," she said. "Listen, that was really good loving. I hope to see you again some time."
"In a week you'll forget I ever existed." Richard said, a note of sadness in his voice. "You're in the big time now." And then he shut the door to the office.
Candice passed all the closed doors in the long, dimly lit hallway. Coming to the last one, marked "Private," she knocked softly and turned the doorknob.
Senator Hughes, a tall, well built man in his early fifties sat behind a beautiful mahogany desk. On the paneled office walls hung some paintings, all of the originals. There was again a large, plush couch, very similar to the one in Richard's office but even nicer. And there were three phones on the Senator's desk, one regular, one titled with the Senator's, home state, and one marked "White House."
Senator Hughes rose as Candice came in. "Please come in, Miss Staunton," he said, indicating a chair in front of the desk. "You passed the first part of your examination. Now we shall see how you do on the second part." He got up and walked around the desk.
Candice quickly sat down in the chair. She looked long and hard at the Senator. She had often seen him on television, but now in the flesh she found that she was extremely attracted to him.
"Now, Miss Staunton," continued Senator Hughes, "you are in a world right now that few are ever privileged to see. You will be mingling socially with the most powerful men of our time. If you are good the rewards will be great. If you are not you will be quickly discarded. Do you understand?"
Candice nodded weakly.
"Good," said the Senator. "Now let me help you off with your clothes."
In a moment she was naked again and her magnificent body was having the desired effect on the Senator. Fie undressed carefully and when he too was naked she noted that the Senator had a fine, youthful physique, tan from the sun, with well-developed muscles from swimming daily. He walked around the room, closing windows, but all the time he had a magnificent hard-on.
These are strange men, thought Candice, who won't even allow themselves to feel like men unless they just can't control themselves any more. Candice also noted that the Senator always walked calmly and perfectly erect, just like you saw him on television. She wondered how long it would be until she could reduce him to a moaning mass of flesh just like she had Richard.
"One of your most important tasks will be the gathering of top-secret classified information," came the Senator's voice, breaking Candice's reverie. "To test your talent in this I want you to take dictation while I try to, er, distract you." He handed her a stenographer's pad and a pencil, then turned to his desk and switched on the tape recorder. The recording of the Senator's voice filled the room. He was making a speech about the need for a National Health Plan. Candice knew shorthand and began to take down the speech word for word. She concentrated on the Senator's voice, when suddenly she felt the Senator's fingers probing the lips of her cunt. She straightened and tried to block it out of her mind, trying to keep concentrating on the job that she had to do.
The Senator, meanwhile, almost chuckled out loud. He had done this a hundred times before to a thousand willing beauties, and only a few of them had passed the test. Mostly his finger had excited them and in a few seconds they had thrown away the pad and begged him to fuck them. In these situations the Senator had gotten well laid, but had not gotten a new filly for his stable. Either way, he thought, glancing up at Candice's full breasts and flowing blonde mane. Either way, I'm going to enjoy it.
He moved his finger into her deftly and deliberately. He let his fingers stroke up and down the swollen labia of her pussy and felt it grow wet and hot with his strokes. On each up and down stroke he allowed his fingers to brush past the budding, growing clit, and each time he did, Candice gyrated her hips a little in answer to his strokes. He heard a small moan come from her, and wondered how she was doing with her dictation. Glancing up, he could see that she had filled one page and was rapidly filling another.
"Well," he said aloud. This chick's all right, he thought. Maybe we'll try something a little more difficult. He got down on his knees in front of her, Candice kept writing. With both hands he pushed her knees apart and plunged his face into the dripping, saltsweet pussy. He pushed the lips apart with his fingers and studied the insides. The clit was growing now, a miniature prick, rising out of the folds of the pink slit. The Senator bent down and placed his mouth among the mounting juices and the swelling clit. Taking the clit into his mouth, he sucked on it gently, moving his head back and forth, letting his lips brush the roughened walls at the base of the cuntlips. The pussy juice flowed freely down his chin. He tasted and smelled the unmistakable cunt-flavor, half flower garden and half the sea at low tide.
Candice, meanwhile, was beginning to lose her composure. Each time the Senator's head brushed past her clit she wanted to grab hold of his head and push it against her twat, to force his tongue deeper and deeper inside her. The sounds of the tape recording were beginning to blur and fade with the Senator's ministrations, and it was becoming harder and harder to concentrate. She knew that those lips that were now caressing her cuntlips and slit were the same lips that had addressed the hallowed halls of Congress, the same lips that had spoken with the President. The knowledge of this and the sensations of the Senator's skillful pussy-sucking were driving her wild and both of them knew it. Candice had to hold out, her whole future rode in the balance, and yet she wondered how much longer she could. Her nipples grew hard and erect and her breasts screamed to be sucked. She wanted to feel the Senator's hot prick up her snatch, to feel the pressure tearing the walls of her cunt apart. But still she held on.
The Senator was not immune either. As the cunt juices flowed over him, his cock grew hard and ready. The cunt he was sucking was long past the point it would willingly take his cock whole, width to shaft, and in his mind he too could feel those cuntwalls milking him dry. The blood rose in his cock until it was the most magnificent hard-on that he had ever had. He could feel it bulge and lengthen until it seemed to be not a part of him, but rather something outside of his body with a mind of its own. The scent of the dripping pussy was driving him insane. And each time he looked up into Candice's beautiful face, half whore and half angel, he felt the urge to scream, "Stop this awful charade! A good fucking is what we both want!" But still he kept on sucking her. A tremendous moan rose in Candice's throat, and she could not' hold it back. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Stop sucking and give me what I want!"
It was as if she had read the Senator's mind and screamed exactly what he too was thinking. No wonder Richard was so taken with her, thought the Senator. Both of Candice's hands were occupied, one on the pencil and the other holding the stenographer's pad. Though she kept up the accurate steno, she could only think of the Senator's cock and his beautiful, powerful eyes that had withered so much legislation on the floor of the Senate. Then, as if in an answer to a prayer, the tape ended abruptly and her test was over.
The Senator's voice was husky and full of passion. "Your test is over, Miss Staunton," he breathed. "And as I promised, now you will get your reward!"
Candice almost climaxed right there when she heard this, for she immediately knew what the Senator meant. She threw the steno book aside and tried to stand, but the Senator's face was still deeply locked in her pussy. He nibbled at the inner basewalls of her pussy lips and drank deeply of her flowing juices. Then he slid quickly erect, stroking his tongue up the entire length of her body as he rose. When he reached her breasts, he took one entirely in his mouth and with his free hand tautly grabbed the nipple of the other. Candice moaned deeply and slid her hands down the length of the Senator's back, reaching his ass and cupping the cheeks, pulling them close to her moist, hot pussy and rhythmically moving her hips. Her pussy lips sat on top of the Senator's blood-gorged cock and the two of them moved together. Candice's cunt moved up and down the top of the Senator's cock and he felt the come already beginning to build in his taut scrotum. He sucked her breast hard and fast, taking all of it inside his mouth, letting it slowly come out and then quickly, almost brutally, sucking it in again. Candice felt the blood pound in her head and the lights slowly go out. She moaned and every muscle in her body stiffened at once. She threw back her head and shook it violently, while she came and came, the come dripping over the Senator's penis and onto the fine shag rug on the floor of the office. The Senator had all he could do to keep from shooting his wad right there and then, just from watching Candice's incredible orgasm. He lifted the dripping beauty in his arms and carried her over to the couch. He gently laid her down and took a moment to look at her. Like Richard, he swept his eyes the length of her, up the firm, muscular thighs of the long, bronze legs, past the drippy pussy to the firm belly with a little nipple in the center of her navel, to the firm, large, heaving breasts and to the beautiful, doll-like face, now with the eyes closed, the pink tongue bathing the lips, the tousled, sweaty blonde hair. In a minute he was on top of her and inside her. Just as he had imagined, Candice's pussy was tight and hot, and from the very moment of entry, the sensation was as though he was just about to come. Candice lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders and spun her hips in a circle. The Senator's blood began to boil and rise within him. Candice could only think of the cock within her. She searched out the Senator's mouth and kissed him hungrily, tasting her cunt in his mouth, smelling her pussy all over his face.
The Senator began an incredible rhythm of two short strokes and one long, deep one. Candice came again and again. Never had she been fucked by such a masterful cocksman before. She had had young studs of all types in her pussy in her long and active sex life, and just a few minutes before, with Richard, had had the largest cock imaginable. But never before had she had a man who seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and exactly how to do it. No wonder this man was famous and powerful, she thought. He'd get my vote any day. The Senator answered her thoughts by quickening his pace. He shorted the short stroke of his motion until he was hardly inside her at all, just teasing her pussy with the head of his lovely cock. Her cunt lips wrapped around the head of the Senator's prick, the pursed lips of her pussy raising the come of his cock. Then he plunged deeply into her and felt himself pass layer upon layer of the folds of Candice's female hole. Candice yelped and clutched at his ass, gyrating her hips wildly about. Her feet kicked in the air as if she was riding a bicycle. The Senator continued his rhythm, two short and one long. With each of the short strokes, Candice was able to move and think, to kiss the senator or to snake her long fingernails down his back. But with the long stroke there was nothing, nothing that she could do but to widen her legs even further and to try to ride the massive prick that was splitting her.
Candice responded to the Senator as if they were one person. Then she decided to use her ace-in-the-hole. Gathering all of her concentration, she began the maneuver that had driven so many men, including Richard, crazy. The Senator felt something on his cock that made him break his rhythm for a moment, and a look of unendurable ecstasy crossed his face. They both lay there, hardly moving, while Candice manipulated the walls of her cunt to pass along the Senator's cock all of the pleasure that he had so willingly given to her. Though he did nothing to bring it on, the inner movements of Candice's pussy drained the Senator's testicles of every ounce of jism that they could produce, and sent it streaming up the Senator's prick until it felt as though it was about to explode.
"Candice, Candice," he moaned. "I've never felt anything like ... oh, Candy ... Baby ... Your cunt feels like ... Oh, Candice!"
Suddenly the Senator began to move wildly about inside of her, his careful rhythm gone. Candice felt his cock stiffen and grow even larger as it filled with his hot come. Then, with a cry, the Senator raised himself on his arms and shot a wad of hot, sticky jism that seemed to Candice to split her apart. The Senator kept up his wild undulating, and with each thrust he would loose another stream of spunk until it dribbled out of her and onto the couch. Finally, with a gasp, the Senator spent the last of his wad and crumpled in a heap on top of Candice.
She had one last vision of the Senator's salt and pepper hair lying on top of her shoulder and of the fine, paneled office, and, her eyes slits with exhaustion and ecstasy, crumbled herself and fell asleep.
When she awoke the Senator was gone and the morning light crept in from beneath the bottom of the curtains. She realized, in an instant, that someone was knocking at the door. She jumped up with a start and a piece of paper fluttered off her chest onto the floor. "Just a minute!" she called out, and looked desperately around the room for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Candice was truly frightened. What if someone should come in and see her like this? Would it ruin the Senator's career and her chances for a good job? Should she open the door? How stupid of her to have spoken! She should've hidden in the closet or the bathroom and let the person think that there was no one here!
"C'mon, Candice. Open the door!"
He knew her name! She padded over to the door. "Who is it?" she asked, incredulously.
"It's Richard! Will you open up?"
Richard! Her body felt slack from her relief. She opened the door and Richard, the interviewer, walked quickly in, closing the door behind him. "Who did you think it was?" he asked, taking in Candice's naked form.
"I didn't know, Richard," she answered. "But I'm sure glad it's you!"
"Oh," he said. "Then you never read the Senator's note." He reached onto the floor and picked it up, handing it to Candice. The note said: "You are well qualified to work with our staff and I am happy to offer you a job in our organization. I decided not to wake you, and since you have to report for work at 9 anyway, I thought it best to let you get your beauty sleep, though obviously you don't need it. I'm also having your clothes cleaned and Richard will bring you them in the morning. He'll tell you about the toilet facilities available. I'll see you in a few days at the office." It wasn't signed, obviously.
Candice looked back at Richard. He was staring hard at her, just like he had the night before. Though her pussy still felt sore from the ordeal that it had recently gone through, she remembered Richard's massive cock and her desire for him began to reawaken. The bulge in his pants told her that he was not aloof any longer, either.
"Richard ... " she began.
"Forget it," he said. "I know what you're thinking and I feel the same way. But it's against regulations. Senator Hughes does not want me to become attached to anyone in the staff. He says it would make me less efficient. And with you I know he's right."
Candice hid her disappointment. She wanted to learn all there was to know about this crazy political life before she went around breaking any rules. And after fucking was out of her mind, all she could think about was a bath.
"C'mon," said Richard, taking her by the hand. "I'll show you where the ladies' room is."
Obediently, Candice followed him. He took her through the back door of the Senator's room, and into a corridor with a number of doors off it. Since they were alone, she felt no need to dress. Richard pointed to one of the doors, and hung her clothes on a hook outside of it. Then he turned on his heels, and with a sigh, left Candice alone in the corridor. Candice turned the doorknob and went in. The room was reminiscent of a Roman bath, complete with a sunken tub in the center. The tub was so huge that it looked more like a swimming pool. There was a golden cherub at one end of the tub holding a tilted urn, from which the water of the tub ran out. There was a screen at one end and Candice could see the outline of a person behind it. She wondered who it could be and what was going to happen to her next.
Suddenly the person behind the screen walked out. It was a beautiful Polynesian girl, with a gorgeous olive complexion and long, straight black hair that hung down to her waist. She was naked, as was Candice.
"Oh, hi," said the girl, noticing her. "Richard told us that the Senator was hiring someone new. You must be Candice."
"Oh, yes," murmured Candice, staring at the girl's body. Candice had never thought much about being with a woman before, but the highly charged atmosphere of the place, together with the fact that she hadn't stopped fucking for two minutes since she stepped in, gave her thoughts new directions.
Candice's turn on was obviously not lost on the Polynesian girl. "I'm Layla," she purred. "I'll be working with you, you know, breaking you in."
Candice's pussy whimpered at the obvious references of Layla's words. She stared at the girl across from her. Layla was a stunning child-woman. Her eyes were like dark almonds and her red mouth was full and beckoning. Her body was also beautiful, with full, soft breasts and narrow hips, almost like a boy's. She was petite, only about 5'2", as compared to Candice's height. She moved forward and put one small, brown hand on Candice's shoulder. "So you've never been with a woman before," she said sultrily. "Then this is going to be a special treat."
Layla slid her hand down across Candice's throat to her breast and lightly fingered the nipple. It grew taut and painfully erect. All the time Layla was whispering encouragements and compliments on Candice's beauty.
"You have beautiful breasts," she whispered. "You have a beautiful woman-body. Do you like mine? Men can give us pleasure, but it takes a woman to give another woman that special pleasure. Do you know what I mean?"
Candice whimpered softly, as Layla took her firm nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it, drawing the growing sweat from Candice's excitement also, tasting the salty sweetness of Candice's flesh. Layla placed her other hand on the blonde girl's hip and began to knead the flesh. Candice, in response, placed her other hand in the cunt of the smaller girl, sliding one finger effortlessly into her. Layla was already wet from the job that she was doing on Candice. Candice found it hard to control herself any longer and with a grunt was firmly against Layla, her breasts riding just about at the level of Layla's mouth as she continued to suck them. She had meant to try to get Layla on her back so that she could taste the lotus-petal softness of her dripping pussy, but Candice forgot where she was and when she tried to position herself firmly for the move, her foot slipped on the edge of the tub and both Candice and Layla, still embraced, tumbled over the edge.
The water insured a soft landing. In fact, it was a sensual delight to go headlong into the warm sudsy water. Candice found that the tub had different heights of water in different places, and that if she stood in the center of the water was practically up to her waist, and even higher on Layla. They both could not control their humor over the ridiculous situation and in a second these two sensual animals were reduced to giggling schoolgirls. They hugged each other and laughed. Candice felt a closeness for Layla as well as desire, and she immediately realized what the younger and smaller beauty had meant when she spoke of "special pleasures between two women." Quickly, her hand was back on Layla's cunt, caressing the sweet folds, slippery from the soapy water. Layla's fingers found Candice's asshole, and likewise lubricated, slid in. The two girls were impaled in each other in the steamy atmosphere of the tub. They kissed each other deeply and powerfully.
"Oh, Layla!" screamed Candice. "You know what to do to make me come."
Layla continued to stroke lovingly Candice's warm wet body with her free hand. Her mouth sucked harder on Candice's nipple, so hard that Candice was afraid that it would come off. With the finger up Candice's ass, Layla began to move it slowly in and out of her. Layla could feel the puckered outside of Candice's bumhole. Then she would plunge her finger into Candice's asshole again and feel the hole open up and grow hot. All the time Candice was moaning and rotating her full, round hips.
Candice fingered Layla's twat deeper and deeper in response. She ran her fingers ticklingly over the lips, plunging deeper and causing Layla to almost shriek. Then she found the rubbery knob of Layla's clit. It was budding out from the folds of her pussy like a small flower bud trying to open. Candice concentrated on the love bud and catching it between her first and middle fingers, rolled it slowly back and forth. Layla moaned "Oh, yes ... yes ... Right there!" Candice could feel the urgency in the younger girl's undulations. Layla rotated her hips faster and faster on Candice's frigging finger until Candice's whole hand seemed to disappear into the pink, dripping slit between Layla's legs, She spun her hips crazily as Layla's free hand left Candice's back and began rubbing her tit again. Then Layla lifted one leg so that the knee of that leg was against Candice's hot hole and began to massage it. She stood there, her balance remarkable, with one finger in Candice's asshole, another on her tits and her knee masturbating Candice's cunt. Both girls grew wild and moved faster and faster in stimulating each other. Then they both screamed and wet each other's hands with their dripping come, finally falling again into the water.
Both floated around the warm water, not opening their eyes, lost first in the fury and then in the ebb of their fantastic orgasms. Never had Candice felt, at once, both so close to a person, and in such great desire of her. She floated on her back, watching the suds rise and form small clouds around her still-hard nipples. Layla also floated, the same look of complete peace and satisfaction on her face as well. Then Layla rose from the water, walked over to a hidden closet behind the dressing screen and returned with two velveteen towels. "Come out of the water and let me dry you, Beautiful," she said and Candice obeyed. In a minute Layla was caressing Candice's body with her heavenly towel. First she dried Candice's breasts and then, moving lower and lower down, dried each part of Candice's body, murmuring compliments and planting kisses on Candice's breasts, cunt, ass and feet. Then Candice did the same for her. Suddenly, the two of them heard a noise and looked to see a shadow behind the second dressing screen in the far corner of the room.
Candice and Layla crouched and then padded softly over to it. They reached the screen, positioned themselves on either side of it, and then jumped back to see who could be behind it. Sitting there was Richard, his head thrown back, come staining his shirt and the legs of his pants, between which his cock lay, now limp and throbbing. He had been masturbating as he watched the girls make love. They looked at each other and smiled. "Poor Richard," said Layla.
"He's so horny and he can't touch any of us. It's not really fair. And not fair to us, either!" she said pointing to Richard's tremendous cock, the come still on the puckered hole at the tip.
Candice suddenly had an idea. "Wait a minute, Layla. Richard can't stick that beautiful prick into us because the Senator is afraid that he'll become involved with one of us, right?" Layla nodded. "But what about the both of us. No one can fall in love with two women at once!"
A smile spread across Layla's face. She could have argued the finer philosophical points of Candice's argument, but glancing at Richard's cock, which was beginning to rise with Candice's words, she decided to accept Candice's argument at face value.
"First we must clean him off," said Candice and bent down and began to lick the come from Richard's prick. Richard tried to stand to escape from the girls rather than risk the wrath and censure of the Senator, but the firm pressure of Layla's arms on his shoulders kept him seated. Layla's tits wove right in front of his face and he looked up at them waving back and forth like a pendulum. Layla was one of the secretaries that Richard always wanted to fuck, for she was the first and most loyal of the Senator's staff. When she had applied for her job Richard had not been "interviewer." Now as he looked up at her heaving brown breasts, with her taut nipples only inches from his mouth, he felt that old need come back to his consciousness. Layla's cunt was almost bare, and from where he was sitting he could see the slit of her twat. Watching Candice lick Richard's massive organ was really turning her on and suddenly Richard could see her cuntlips moisten and beckon him. He knew it was breaking his most important regulation, to fuck one of the secretaries when not specifically ordered to, but the sight of Layla's twat was too much.
Candice, sucking his cock, felt it growing hard within her mouth. Looking up, she saw the strain on Richard's face and knew that he was only seconds away from breaking and grabbing the two of them and fucking them both silly. And if anyone could do it, Richard could.
Richard reached up with his hands and grabbed Layla's breasts, almost tearing them off her. "I've wanted you from the minute I set eyes on you!" he said in a frenzy. "And now I'm going to have you!"
Richard's cock was now almost full-sized and Candice had to work to keep all of it in her mouth. Richard was tearing at Layla's tits now, forcing one and then the other, into his mouth. Layla moaned and writhed. After a sign from Layla, Candice took it out of her mouth and Layla straddled Richard's cock, and then in one deft motion, she was sitting on it. She lowered herself slowly onto the massive organ, feeling it tear her tight pussy walls aside as it plunged deeper and deeper with each of her undulations. Layla moaned in a mixture of ecstasy and pain. She could feel Richard's hot breath on her chest and neck. She could see the sweat pour down the sides of his temples as her hot, tight pussy, steaming with lust and desire, drove him to higher and higher levels of sensuality. Candice watched the two of them fucking with fascination. Layla's ass seemed to rise and fall with each of her moans and each time Layla settled at her low point, with Richard's cock deep inside her, Candice strained to see Richard's face. His face was deeply lined, with the rut and the sight of it, and the smell of fucking turned Candice on until her hand found her own pussy. She reached down between the lips and found her budding clit. Her eyes were firmly transfixed on the fuck scene in front of her. Unaware of anything but the two steaming bodies putting on their show for her, she rubbed her clit and felt the blood slowly rise into her head until she too was moaning and writhing her hips.
The sight of her was not lost on Richard. "Come here!" he ordered, and again Candice automatically obeyed. Richard lay on his back and Layla shifted backward so that her hands were on the floor behind her. "Sit on my face. Stick your twat on my face!" said Richard, and Candice did not need prodding. She straddled over him, her pussy wet from her own masturbation. She lowered herself onto him and Richard's tongue shot out and began to lick Candice's pussy with long swaths of his tongue. He tasted her again, and with the delicious tang of Candice's cunt came the memories of the night before, now being reenacted on his bulging prick by Layla's ministrations. Candice moved her hips in a circular motion, plunging her frothing slit deeper and deeper onto Richard's outstretched tongue until she wondered how he could breathe.
Richard was filled with unbearable sensations. His cock, milked by the tight cunt of Layla, racked his body with waves of pleasure, and the smells and taste of Candice's twat, nestled firmly on his face, brought his mind to an incredible mental turn-on. Candice felt Layla's fingers scraping her back and she turned around and looked at her. Layla's face showed clearly that the petite Polynesian girl was in another world. The nipples on her breasts stood taut and erect and her come dripped from her pussy onto Richard's pants and mingled with the jism stains from his own semen.
Candice felt her orgasm rising from deep within her, and from the sounds of the other two, they were not far away. Layla had begun to swing frantically back and forth, rocking Richard's huge come-filled prick deep within her with each thrust. He was answering her own motions with a deep thrust each time she came down on him, and he began to twist and move his neck to push himself deep into Candice's pussy, taking the clit in between his teeth and nibbling at it gently.
Candice was the first to come, stiffening and pouring her cunt juices all over the face of the supine Richard. In a second Richard began to shoot his load, and feeling the hot come splitting her, Layla also came, her pussy walls tightening and squeezing the last ounces of jism from Richard's prick.
The three of them collapsed in a panting heap. Suddenly Richard got up and stepped into the hot water of the tub. Candice and Layla dutifully followed and the three of them scrubbed each other down. The three felt as though they were fellow criminals, all having broken the sternest of the Senator's laws. They all knew that they would be immediately fired if anyone found out, and the knowledge that they had done this wrong together bound them fast. Candice knew that she had two friends on the staff.
Richard was the first out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around himself and left the tub room, saying that he had some spare clothes in the Senator's office. Layla stayed a few more minutes and then got up to leave. Dressing in a beautiful silk dress and sandals, with no underwear, she told Candice to wait a few minutes and relax and then come into the main office. Candice closed her eyes and half dozed, thinking of the days to come. She wondered what sort of adventures the job would have if this was the beginning. She would soon find out.