Part 2

Athena found the ride from the airport in the smaller of the family's limousines to be truly wonderful. Not only did it give her strangely agitated body a chance to calm down for a few hours in absolute comfort, she had her first glimpse of the fabled city of Chicago.

Okay, so it wasn't quite like she imagined it would be. Between Becky's high-speed driving and the pouring rain she hardly had a chance to see the city from the freeway on their way north from the airport, but at least she had finally arrived for her first undercover assignment. She realized that she was not here as a tourist, and that she had a very important task to perform. However, when her assignment was complete, Athena promised herself two weeks of downtown excitement.

She thought of the journal in her purse, and ached with the need to record her first impressions of the city, but decided to wait instead. "Can't be suspicious," she thought. So Athena contentedly watched the scenery blur by her window, as Becky explained to her all about the city's legendary rapid transit system over the car's interphone.

Eyes full of wonder, Athena watched with awe as the limousine drove through the imposing, opened wrought-iron gates and up a long curving, tree-lined drive.

At the Devereux home, Athena's mouth went dry. "Whoa!" she whispered as the limo slid smoothly to a stop in front of the vast tudor-style mansion. "What am I getting myself into here?"

Becky jumped out of the front and briskly walked back to where Athena was still sitting, stunned.

"People actually live here?" she breathlessly wondered when Becky opened her door.

"Not just people, Athena," Becky said softly as she helped the dazed reporter out of the limo. "You live here, now."

They retrieved her suitcases from the trunk and, with each person carrying one, walked towards the entrance, Becky placing a sisterly arm around Athena's waist.

Athena was still so busy taking it all in that she didn't notice that Becky's sisterly hand on her waist had quickly slid down to her right buttock.

"Today you get to use the front door. Tomorrow and forever after, you'll be expected to use the back door like the rest of the help, so don't forget," Becky instructed, gently squeezing the firm buttock in emphasis.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be sure to remember," Athena said eagerly, still unaware of Becky's wandering hand.

As they went up the wide steps leading to the tall double-doors, they opened and a well-tailored woman came out.

"We're getting the full treatment today, girl. That's Mrs. Devereux, come to greet the fresh mea, er, the newest member of the staff," said Becky, as she furtively removed her hand from Athena's bottom just as Athena whipped her head around to look suspiciously behind her.

"No, it couldn't be," she muttered. For a moment she had the most foolish thought that Becky was touching her behind. "Wow! I must be more nervous than I thought!"

Athena thought the front doors to the house must be enormous, because they made her new employer look so tiny. When they went up to her, Athena realized that she wasn't just small, she was very small. Mrs. Devereux was in fact the smallest woman Athena had ever seen. She couldn't have been over four and a half feet in height, yet she was perfectly proportioned and quite beautiful.

There was a vague oriental cast to her features that Athena couldn't quite place, but she understood that would probably account for the woman's height.

"Our new nanny. How darling!" gushed Mrs. Devereux, her black glowing eyes burning with lust at the sight of her family's latest plaything.

In her excitement, Athena had forgotten about her lack of underwear. By the time she reached the top of the stairs the unaccustomed rubbing of her body under her clothes had made her breathless. She wanted desperately to stop and get her breath back but Becky kept urging her forward toward the tiny Mrs. Devereux.

By the time they reached the waiting woman, two other women wearing maid uniforms had come out of the house and were standing respectfully on either side of and slightly behind Mrs. Devereux, towering over her.

Athena tried not to laugh at the ridiculous sight, but still couldn't help smiling as she placed her suitcase and large handbag on the ground and moved to formally greet her new employer.

"I like a girl with a sense of humor," Mrs. Devereux said quietly, eyes glittering. "I am Devereux. Welcome to my home."

Terribly embarrassed at making such a bad first impression, Athena sputtered, "It's just that that I'm so happy to be here."

Athena was surprised when Mrs. Devereux suddenly reached around her with both of her small arms and took her in a full hug. She decided she had better start playing along and returned the hug. Athena found it hard not to squirm as Mrs. Devereux had her held firmly by her behind, with her face pressing almost directly onto her stomach.

"Oh!" she unconsciously gasped as Mrs. Devereux's hands moved freely over her skirt-covered buttocks. "People do have some strange customs," she thought. "Better not say anything about it now. Need to fit in with the family routine first."

She saw the two servants disappear inside the house with her bags and purse. She suddenly remembered about her secret journal still located in her handbag. "Damn! I must remember to be more careful with that" she thought, berating herself.

She knew she couldn't make a move for her purse now, not with out calling attention to what was inside.

In her anxiety over her journal, Athena didn't notice how Mrs. Devereux surreptitiously slide down and for a brief, glorious moment had pressed her face directly onto the unsuspecting reporter's vulva and breathed deeply of the heady aroma of fresh pussy!

Athena looked down to find her new employer looking inquisitively directly up at her between the valley of her jutting breasts.

"I notice you don't use panties or a bra," Devereux said to the deeply blushing woman, her hands still moving comfortably over Athena's firm buttocks. "That's good. We don't use them here either. Just cuts off the circulation."

"I, ah. I lost," Athena mumbled, at a total loss of how to continue, the hands on her trembling buttocks proving to be a terrible distraction.

"Oh, no!" she thought. "What have I done!" She couldn't tell Mrs. Devereux what had happened to her on the plane, it was simply too embarrassing. Yet, she just couldn't go around without anything on underneath all the time! She just couldn't! Especially if she always touched people like this. It would make her crazy!

"No need to explain, my dear. We run a very relaxed household here, and in your off time you can dress as lightly as you please," Mrs. Devereux said matter-of- factly. Much more quietly, she added, "Or even not at all."

Athena was glad to hear that dress was informal here at the estate. She had never considered herself a clothes-horse anyway, and for some reason she didn't understand was becoming quite anxious to put on a nice, heavy set of jeans and a very loose top.

Mrs. Devereux turned and, with one arm still tightly the young agitated woman's waist, began to lead Athena into the house. "Come, my dear. Let me show you to your rooms."

Mrs. Devereux took Athena up to her third floor suite of rooms. Athena was impressed. She had stayed at four- star hotels with less luxury. As the live-in nanny, she had her own sitting room, kitchenette, bedroom with a king-sized bed and walk-in closet, and full bath. The huge marble bathtub was fitted with various underwater nozzles and their gold-plated controls lined the tub.

In fact, the entire third floor had in fact been designed strictly for the needs of the children. The children's bedrooms, indoor play areas, and even a classroom were conveniently located down the hall from her.

Mrs. Devereux warned her that, in spite of the size of the house, they were sometimes short on beds and her eldest daughter was forced to stay in the nanny's room from time to time.

Athena saw that her suitcases had already been unpacked and her clothes neatly put away. She saw her purse but didn't want to make a scene over it while Mrs. Devereux was there with her.

"Mrs. Devereux, I feel absolutely wilted after that long flight. Mind if I take a fast shower first? I would really appreciate it. I could meet you downstairs in ten minutes."

"That will not be necessary. Just take your time, and come down when you are ready."

"Thank you!" Athena gratefully replied and walked quickly over to her dresser. She grabbed the first panties and bra she could find and dashed into the bathroom. She quickly got out of her traveling outfit and hung everything neatly on clothes hooks located along the walls. Athena thankfully relieved herself and took a quick shower to wash away the heavy strain of travel.

Wearing just her bra and panties, the refreshed Athena came bursting into her room, only to find Mrs. Devereux and several of the servants going through her clothes.

"Oh my!" the surprised Athena gasped. She cringed and tried to cover herself with her hands and arms.

"Come here, Athena," Mrs. Devereux firmly ordered. "I would like you to meet some of your new co-workers."

"Could I get dressed first, please? It will just take a second," Athena said as she moved quickly toward her closet.

"Come here now," Mrs. Devereux quietly commanded, steel now apparent in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am," Athena meekly replied and, still covering herself, went over to where the group stood.

"Ladies, this is Athena Valentine. She is to be our new nanny. You are to treat her as one of the family. Now, introduce yourselves and make her feel welcome. Athena, when you are finished here, meet me in the first floor library, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The women crowed around the unsuspecting Athena. Everyone wanted to introduce themselves and talk with her. As she talked, she felt hands start to play with the retaining strap of her bra and the thin elastic waistband of her panties. Hands circled her waist and ran up and down her exposed rib cage. Someone started to brush her thick hair.

As the introductions continued, hands dipped into Athena's panties, while others were holding her bra- covered breasts.

Terrified, she was suddenly sure that she was being groped by a group of degenerates. Her body trembled as she waited for what she was certain was to come next. Athena prepared to scream and run for her life when, all at once, it was over. The women all said their cheerful good-byes and left.

She continued to stand there, panting, but not so confidant now about what had just occurred as she was before. It certainly wasn't some kind of sicko attack that she had ever heard about. Even the stories she heard about what happened at fraternities didn't come close.

What was she getting so worried about? Nothing really happened, did it? She told herself that they were just friendly people welcoming her. "My God!" she thought. She had been close to having hysterics like some Victorian maiden. How could she have been so wrong about them?

She really needed to calm down. Ever since she lost her clothes on the plane she had been looking for villains everywhere. She had to be more trusting with these good people. She was, after all, the outsider here, coming into a strange home with their own established way of doing things.

Old Forthingill from nanny school was right after all. She needed to fit into the family, and not the other way around. She couldn't start putting her own values on things, not yet anyway. She had to gain their trust first, regardless of what small sacrifices this might entail. Otherwise, she might go back to her editor empty-handed, a failure at her first real assignment as a reporter.

Athena knew she could never do that!

Having made her decision, Athena felt better. She went to her closet and pulled out a nice pair of designer bell-bottom jeans and a sleeveless top. With socks and running shoes she felt ready for anything and went to find Mrs. Devereux.

In all the excitement, Athena forgot to check on her journal.

Athena and Mrs. Devereux had finished a two-hour tour of the interior of the house, and were now walking the grounds immediately surrounding the large house. They were walking through the vast garden that was located behind the house, with Mrs. Devereux's usual arm around Athena's waist.

"You surprise me, Athena."

"Oh. And how is that?"

"Well, it's nothing important I suppose. It is just that after being here for several hours, you have yet to ask about your new charges. For a nanny, you do not seem very interested in children."

"Oh, my! The children! Yes, of course. Where are they?"

"The ones you will be concerned with, my three youngest are away at camp. So for a few days we, my eldest, Danielle, and I, have you all to ourselves. You are lucky in a way. I have been told that the little ones can be quite a handful."

"Yes, I am so sorry about not asking about them before now," Athena gushed, while thinking to herself, "Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I have missed doing something so basic?"

"I did read about your family at Miss Forthingill's, you know," Athena said, defensively. "It's just that this house is so overwhelming, and you have been so hospitable, I was, er, overwhelmed."

"Ah, I see. Please keep in mind that, while it might not seem so at the moment, you are an employee here with an important job to perform. My children are important to me, and while I don't mind spoiling them now and then with a treat, their well-being is always my greatest concern, and I am very particular about who takes care of them. If they are not happy, then I am not happy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am. I understand completely," Athena replied, chilled by the new tone in her employer's voice. As they walked in silence for a moment, Athena thought, "I understand all right. If your spoiled brats aren't happy, then I'm out of a job. Shit!"

Well, she didn't attend Miss Forthingill's for nothing. Perhaps this was a good time for them to get a dose of her 'firm but fair' policy. When it proves successful, she could write a series of articles on professional child rearing ('Ask Miss Valentine!'), turn them into a book, and then do the talk-show circuit. After completing her Nanny Expos, of course.

In the middle of her dreams of wining two Pulitzer Prizes, while at the same time earning a great deal of fame and fortune, Athena was brought quickly back to earth when she heard Mrs. Devereux say, "I am taking this time to spend with you because I know all about you, too."

Startled, Athena croaked without thinking, "You do?"

"Don't look so worried. Everyone has to leave home for the first time sooner or later. It is nothing to be ashamed about. Miss Forthingill told me all about you. I thought a little personal orientation on my part might make you feel more at ease with us. Unless of course," she murmured, running a small hand over Athena's rounded denim-molded buttocks, "there is something else I should be aware of about you?" She waited a moment, then suddenly slapped Athena's left buttock.

"OW! Oh, no! Nothing at all!" the blushing Athena exclaimed loudly, surprise at how the small hand could make her buttock sting so much, even through her tight jeans and panties. She wished that the inquisitive Mrs. Devereux wouldn't touch her below the waist so much. She just couldn't think whenever the tiny woman did that to her.

"That's good," the smiling woman softly said, as she gently rubbed the spot she had just spanked. "Trust is so important in a family, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes," the flustered reporter babbled. "Trust is very important." Her left buttock was tingling with the effects of Mrs. Devereux's soothing hand and it was making her very nervous in spite of herself.

"I've told Danielle to look after you for a few days, until you become oriented to our life here. She is 17, so you will have someone only a year younger to help you adjust, and to be your friend if you like. It is nice to have a real friend around. Things can become a bit overwhelming at times in this family, especially if you are alone and are not used to such a life. I understand that the staff gave you quite a scare in your rooms this morning."