Sole Sisters

Vanessa's steps slowed to a crawl, and then stopped altogether.

Filling, polluting the air around Cheryl's cubicle - the distinctive timbre of Jenny in full gossip mode.

Christ.

Maybe... maybe, Cheryl might be distracted by Jenny. Maybe Vanessa could, somehow, sneak into her office, tiptoe her way in with a perfunctory wave. Pass by, and wait for Cheryl in her own office, behind her own desk. Just the two of them. If she could step, creep, just get close enough...

Crinkle

Shit! Vanessa's steps, with their plastic broadcast, found a lull in the conversation.

Hannah! Vanessa hadn't heard her, but...

Hannah's sneaky, snitching little face flashed out of the edge of Cheryl's cubicle, and returned as quickly as it had appeared.

Quick whispering was followed by a second familiar face. One even more unwelcome - a far-too-happy Jennifer.

Immediately, grinning, the raven-haired young woman pointed right at Vanessa's absurd panty line. "Holy... you weren't kidding! C'mere, Nessie!"

N-no. Cheryl alone was one thing.

Cheryl with company, with Jenny... Jesus. She could run, should run - to her office, lock the door, unplug the phone and computer. Nessie's legs, her thighs and calves flexed. She...

"Vanessa?" Cheryl's voice beckoned.

... She was too late. It was a stupid, stupid idea anyway. Miss Cheryl... "Come here, please, Vanessa."

"I'd like a word."

Vanessa's safe, heavy office door receded, faded into the distance.

"... Mommy is waiting," Jenny sniggered, patting her thigh, signalling the black woman to come.

Vanessa swallowed, and... exhaled, let out the energy she had been holding. Shoulders slumped, she turned away from safety. She following Jenny, tugging her skirt down over her thighs.

Piss-wet diaper rustling between her shuffling legs, Vanessa rounded the corner of her secretary's cubicle.

Even with her eyes shamefully downcast, even avoiding Miss Cheryl's gaze, Vanessa could feel the tension radiating off the younger woman. The negro slowed, and slowly... slowly took her place - standing uneasily in front of her secretary's desk. Flanked on either side, Nessie squirmed and fidgited, and her eyes shifted. She was surrounded - on one side stood Jenny, happily crossed arms pushing up her cleavage, her face a parody of disappointment. And on the other, Hannah, with her stiff arms at her sides, and her hands clenched into little fists.

Silence.

And more silence, except for the scritching sound of Cheryl's pen moving.

A lifetime ago, Vanessa had given Cheryl advice about using silence to establish control. It was a tactic she had used herself to great effect in negotiations, official and otherwise. Back when she functioned at her job, back when she wasn't a diapered, barking, wet little ****...

"Yes, Miss Thomas?" Nessie whispered. Even knowing what Cheryl was doing, Vanessa still broke first, unable to stand the agonizing seconds tick by under female scrutiny while Miss Cheryl just... ignored her.

Miss Thomas didn't answer with her words. The young woman's eyes flicked up. She looked over Nessie. She lingered over Vanessa's skirt, her hips, her... her dark nipples, clearly visible through her white shirt. Elly's shirt. And finally Cheryl searched Nessie's face. She studied Nessie's worried and anxious, battered and abused black face.

Miss Cheryl, beautiful and unreadable, took in the sight of her bimbo boss, then returned her attention back to her desk, her silver pen dancing across the crisp pages in front of her.

Nessie was in so much trouble.

"How is it that the copies I asked you to get arrived without you, Vanessa?"

Fuck. U-um...

"Um," Nessie swallowed painfully.

Vanessa glanced to the side. She looked to Hannah, quietly pleading for mercy. For some... some scrap of... anything. Anything that she could offer to Miss Cheryl.

Hannah, the clean line her jaw firmly set, refused to look directly at Vanessa. Her eyes stayed fixed on some distant point in the close confines of Cheryl's cubicle.

"These," Cheryl's nail tapped, bringing Nessie's head back around, "Arrived with Hannah - and without you, Vanessa. Didn't they?"

"I..." Vanessa shook her head, looking at Cheryl. At Hannah. At Cheryl.

How...?

How could Vanessa even begin to explain? How was she supposed to explain her side? Her indefensible side, against whatever Hannah had shared. How was she supposed to articulate what it meant - that Hannah knew Elly. That connection, that potential for devastation, how it... and the-the peeing. The slapping. The witnesses. How could she explain her yelling, her outburst, her diaper, her plastic panties around her knees and dropping to her ankles and the vomiting and remorse and-

"She -" Vanessa pointed at Hannah, praying for some impossible deflection. Or... even just a hint of what Hannah had already told. Some piece that she could spin, "Did she say...?" Vanessa turned. Her eyes searched Hannah, searched for... "What did you tell -"

"Look at Mommy when you speak, peeper!" Jenny's feminine growl whipped Vanessa's head back up front, to...

'Mommy'. And Hannah...

The corners of her lips twitching upwards, Cheryl looked briefly in Jenny's direction... then back to Vanessa - all amusement vanished, if it had ever been there at all. Miss Cheryl's smooth face was dead serious. "We've already heard from Hannah, Vanessa. This is your chance to explain."

Her chance to explain. The sentence hung, colored the air. Colored the following silence, the thundering lack of explanation.

Nessie swallowed.

"Um," Vanessa glanced at Hannah. Searched her face, and drifted d-

Peeper

Nessie hastily returned her gaze to Miss Cheryl. "Um, I..."

"You must have been baaad," Jenny taunted.

Miss Cheryl arched a single plucked eyebrow.

Disaster hovering over her, Nessie's leaky, pissy pussy twitched and flexed. The more Cheryl looked, the more...

Nessie suppressed a gasp, and a groan.

"She-" Nessie - Nessie needed some distraction. She gestured to Hannah, but... Vanessa's hand fell back to her side.

"I... I kind of..." Pushed. Yelled.

"Um, it wasn't... wasn't me." Yelling. Exposing herself. "It wasn't just me."

"She-she said that I, um, I..." Peed. Ran. "My..."

The looks Nessie was getting - her bizarre, unfocused rambling... "My..." Cheryl's puzzled, exasperated... "Elly..." God, she couldn't, she... "She..."

"She hit me!" Vanessa finally accused, stress breaking her voice. It was the only play she had, the only part of her story that she could bear repeating. Turning her head, pointing at her own still-stinging cheek, Vanessa took a step foward, leaning into Cheryl's desk to show her what Hannah had done. To tell. It was Hannah! She had... Vanessa had to tell M-Mo-

"... And there's the tattle," Jenny sighed.

Miss Cheryl leaned back, gaining what space she could from the distressed negress.

"We already know about that, Vanessa," Slowly, carefully, Cheryl returned to sitting straight up. With a steady look, the young woman reasserted her space, and pushed Nessie away without touching, without saying a word of warning. "And to be honest, if you were anything like this," Already shrinking away, Vanessa wilted further, "And if it was me in Hannah's place...?"

"I think she did what she had to." Cheryl clasped her hands on the top of her desk, and looked to the girl at Vanessa's side.

"I'm truly sorry, Hannah. That was my fault."

Vanessa's jaw dropped. Cheryl...

Cheryl actually apologized to Hannah! As if Vanessa was so far out of control... as if Cheryl had responsibility over... "I thought she was doing better than she was and... I wanted to push her a little. See if she could be more capable."

More capable. Capable of making copies. Capable of the most basic social... Vanessa eyed the papers on Cheryl's desk.

Tears welled, unshed, in Nessie's eyes.

"I should have seen the signs. Known that this would be too much. And to send her with someone unfamiliar..." Cheryl shook her head.

"I'm sorry. I take responsibility."

"Um... that's-that's okay, Miss Thomas." Hannah blushed, and looked at her toes. "It's... I handled it, I guess."

Jenny laughed.

"Yeah you did! One more for the collection!" The obnoxious, busty young woman mimed punching her own eye, and theatrically held a hand over the fake injury.

Fucking...! It was all Vanessa could do not to start sobbing. She didn't want to look like that! Look like an a-abused...

Vanessa hated, hate-hate-hated Jenny!

"That's not funny!" Cheryl complained, even as a small smile danced on the corners of her lips. "That's not helping!"

... Hated Miss Jenny. And Vanessa hated her even more for what she did to Miss Cheryl.

"Aww... I'm just kidding. And, with her skin, you can hardly even tell she got another smack!"

"A-ah!" Vanessa whispered. Breathed.

"She looks practically the same as ever! It's way more obvious she peed that big diaper."

"Oh..." Nessie, nearly ignored, just an object for derision, nodded. H-her nails... her thighs...

Vanessa nodded, as if understanding... something.

She quietly nodded right before her dark, battered face screwed up. Right before the dam holding back her tears, the swirling maelstrom of her emotion, burst.

"Dammit!" Miss Cheryl was standing and leaning over her desk before Nessie finished turning.

"Vanessa!"

Vanessa whirled.

"Stop!"

Vanessa bolted.

She wouldn't, couldn't stop. Not for anything. A clumsy, bouncy brown blur flew into Vanessa's office and slammed the door. Locked it. It panted and sniffled, and Vanessa set her back against the door like the three women outside would batter the heavy oaken thing down.

Whapwhapwhap!

And it sounded like they might. Three hard slaps to the other side made Vanessa jump. Wild-eyed, staring, she -

A moment later, the lock popped. Shit!

On her side of the door, Vanessa pressed the button lock back in and held it.

"Vanessa Lockley!" A horrible rattling shook Vanessa's hand, startled her heart. "You open this door right this second!" Cheryl commanded.

Nessie shrank. For a moment, she was... little. Little Nessie was caught. Caught, and curled up, and...

Naughty.

Naughty Nessie.

The lock popped. The door opened. This time Nessie wasn't there to stop it.

Nessie was busy burying her face in her office carpeting.

"Jesus," Cheryl groaned. "Dammit. Look what you did."

"Me?!" Jennifer protested.

Cheryl sighed, and Vanessa felt the warmth of her secretary's body. She felt Miss Cheryl beside her, and felt something else. Wrapping around her arm, a comforting... a warm -

Cheryl's strong, slim hand grabbed, and roughly shoved her boss's elbow.

"No touching!"

Miss Cheryl's swift tug dislodged the black woman's sneaking hand from the hot, humid space between her plastic panties and her tight diaper.

Miss Cheryl grabbed a-and snatched...! With her legs curled under her, Nessie kicked her feet rapidly. Rapid, mad little kick-kick-kicks.

Cheryl stood, taking a quick step away.

Nessie hadn't... hadn't meant to... her kicks... s-stop...

"Hannah, dear - you should leave."

Hannah... dear?

Kick-kick-kick-Kick

"Jenny will help me and - this is not for you. She's not at all..."

Get out! Slut! Miss Cheryl said get...!

Kick-kick!

"... I'll stay." The words were barely audible out of the Asian girl's lips.

Vanessa jerked her head up, and found Hannah looking at the older woman, looking at the curled up negress, ass-up on her own office floor. Hannah's narrow black eyes hardened, and Nessie...

Nessie swallowed, and finally slowed, stopped kick-kicking.

The intern closed the door, and locked it. "I'm staying too, Miss Thomas."

"If, um... I mean, if that's okay." Confident authority turned to uncertainty and bashfulness as she addressed Cheryl.

"No!" Nessie croaked. Yet - Cheryl didn't even look at her. Only Jenny pouted mockingly in her direction. Dammit - dammit! It was her office! She... she was kicking! They had to pay attention to her!

Cheryl sighed once again.

"Okay. Okay, Hannah."

No, Hannah! Vanessa raised herself off the ground, to her knees.

"No. Cher- Miss Cheryl, I- "

"You really don't have a say in this anymore, Vanessa." Cheryl's voice was hard and brittle. "Not since you started taking my panties."

Hannah made a little **** noise.

Bitch. This was her fault. Nessie swiveled her head and growled. Literally barred her teeth and...

"Grrr..."

"Ooh!" Jenny jumped back. "Cheryl...?! Should I call - "

"No!" Cheryl held up one hand. "No, you let me handle her. Or you both can go."

Silence filled the small room, punctuating the crisp motion of Cheryl bending over, and raising her heel. In an effortless balancing act, she crossed one delicate ankle over her leg, and slipped off...

One after the other, matted, black leather one-inch heels whispered as they slipped off Cheryl's stocking-clad feet.

Nessie flinched, and whimpered. In her hand, Cheryl held... Cheryl couldn't hit her with that. "S-sorr..." Except for Vanessa, the eerie silence continued. Nessie crinkled and rustled, grunted and struggled as she shifted onto all fours, preparing to scoot backwards.

"-Nng!"

Miss Cheryl wrapped one hand in Nessie's hair. In the other a shoe, Cheryl's short pump, descended in slow motion.

"What are you doing?" Jenny murmured - half concerned, half entranced.

While her other hand wrestled with Vanessa's hair, Miss Cheryl raised and tilting her boss's face to... her heel.

O-oh...

She tilted it toward Nessie's face.

"Just... let me take care of her," Cheryl finally responded to her friend. Responded to Jenny, but her eyes, her words were all for Vanessa.

Miss Cheryl was... she would t-take care of...

"Sniff," Cheryl ordered.

Vanessa shook her head weakly. Shook it... weakly. Cheryl raised the interior of her shoe and... the scent of... leather and Cheryl... Cheryl's foot, she -

"Go on." Cheryl encouraged, shifting her shoe even closer. "It'll help."

God, how did she know? Brand must have... Nessie pleaded with her big eyes. Not in front of... please. Not with them. They wouldn't understand. They were girls. Just girls, listening a-and l-

Looking.

"Sniff."

Fuck. Fuck.

Right where she could be seen.

'Sniff'.

Sniff, with her wrinkling, snuffling snout.

Cheryl patiently waited - her hazel eyes calm, her white, matriarchal authority absolute.

Sssff...

Nessie sniffed, in front of everyone. She sniffed, loudly, tangy and bitter leather and...

"Good girl," Miss Cheryl soothed. She stopped holding, stopped forcing. Instead, Vanessa's secretary started petting her. Slowly at first, mindful of tangles, she petted through Nessie's nappy locks.

Oh, fuck.

Ssff...

"Good girl."

Vanessa shuddered. Shivered.

Miss Cheryl studied Nessie's face. She looked deep into the older woman's eyes.

"Good... Nigger."

The simultaneous intakes, the tiny shocked breaths of the other two women were near-deafening. Nessie squeezed her thighs together, raised her foot for another pathetic little kick.

"Sniff, Nessie."

A kick that hovered in the air...

Ss-ssfff...

That hovered, and wavered, and didn't... quite... come.

"Deep, girl," Ssfff, "Close your eyes. Mommy is going to talk to her friends."

Oh... god. No. Why? Nessie just wanted them gone. Just alone. Her, and Cheryl, and Cheryl's...

Sssf-fff

In her dark little world, behind her squeezed-shut eyes, Vanessa could still tell when Miss Cheryl raised her head, and looked elsewhere. "I know that must have been very uncomfortable to hear. I'm not at all comfortable saying it - the... the 'N' word. But seeing the amount of physical **** she's been taking, that's been necessary to keep her orderly and in control - I asked someone who knows about her... problems. To learn some more non-violent methods of controlling..." Against Mommy's orders, Vanessa opened up her peepers in time to see Cheryl gesture downwards, towards her boss.

Nessie whimpered. She sniffed, sniffed and did her absolute best best to control...

Vanessa felt Cheryl's eyes first, before her hand. "... It's okay, Nessie." Broad brown nostrils flared, sniffing desperately. "I know." Miss Cheryl, Mommy, touched Vanessa's hair. Pulled a strand, and let it spring back into place. And held her shoe to Vanessa's mouth and nose.

"I know." Stiff, thin leather passed Vanessa's lips. Through her slightly parted teeth.

"It's okay." Nessie f-fucking... her wet tongue touched... "You can chew if you need to while Mommy talks."

Ch-chew?

"Bite, Vanessa." Cheryl ordered firmly.

Vanessa's sharp, white teeth immediately clamped in place.

"Oh. My. Gawd." Jenny whispered loudly.

"M-Miss Thomas..."

"I -" Cheryl interrupted, her voice hard but, underneath it all... weary. "... I can't believe I'm saying this."

"It's best not to think of her as human anymore."

"Nnm...!" Vanessa groaned, and twisted the tough leather in her mouth.

"Not human like us. She's maybe more like a child, or..."" Cheryl's eyes honestly appraised the woman beneath her, taking in Vanessa in for a moment. Vanessa - the quivering thing on the floor, with its humps and curves, diapered and barely covered by its ill-fitting clothing. A shoe dangling from its teeth. Its snout sucking in oxygen and scent and hurt like... "Or like some kind of ape. An... intelligent ape, maybe."

Something broke in Nessie.

Uoo.

Jenny laughed, quick and harsh. "Jesus, Cherry."

Something inside, something already fragile and twisted, broke.

"When I called her a - a Nigger," Cheryl swallowed, struggling, "I think... if she's not behaving like a human should, responding like a human, I think that's the... the appropriate term for it. For, ah, her."

Nigger. Nessie's teeth caught against tight stitching, pulled at leather. She -

"More like a Niggerella, the way she's holding onto that shoe." Jenny snorted sarcastically.

It took a moment for the incredulous, semi-disgusted laughter to manifest - but when it did all three women were involved, laughing together, bonding over the ridiculousness of their shared moment.

And even though they were making fun of her attachment to Cheryl's leather heel, even though it twisted her up inside, Vanessa didn't stop chewing. She couldn't, the barbs of female laughter only made her drive worse, made her twist, made her incisors search for a hard ridge, her lips tighten - Vanessa tore, fucking tore at the tight stitching of Mommy's shoe.

"Vanessa!" Above Nessie, Cheryl's poorly suppressed laughter tapered off, overcome by too-real annoyance, "That is not your at-home chew toy!"

"Vah-nessa! Drop it right now!"

Nessie felt Cheryl's angry tone in her spine, in her bones. But if she was an ape, a nigger, if she was a n-naughty... naughtily she didn't let go. Thighs squeezing, heart thumping - all attention was on her. The women were all looking, frowning instead of laughing at her. They -

"H-here." Hannah broke in, just when Cheryl's eyes darkened into thunderstorms, when it looked like she... "L-let me try. Mine are just from, um, from Target. I don't mind if, um..."

Hastily, Hannah set her heel against the toe of her opposite foot and pried off her shoes, one and then the other. The already diminutive girl lost a full two inches of height, before crouching down even lower, bending to put her stupid, slanty eyes level with Vanessa.

"Here. Here, N-" Hannah looked up. Looked to Cheryl, and then Jenny. Vanessa knew what she was thinking. Saying. She held her breath, held...

Hannah hesitated, "Nessie."

"Here, Nessie," Hannah prompted again, holding out her cheap Target heel, gesturing for the negress to accept the inferior Asian-made knock-off.

Nessie growled in response, stretching the back of Cheryl's shoe, scooching back on her knees.

At her growl, Hannah didn't back off, didn't flinch. The seemingly timid 18 year old reactively raised her shoe to strike.

Vanessa stopped, immediately froze. She - she wouldn't dare!

Hannah didn't dare. She looked to Cheryl. "Miss...?"

Vanessa was already dropping her secretary's property from her teeth. Too far. Stupid, naughty... s-sorry. Miss Cheryl, sorr-

Vanessa opened her mouth to apologize.

Cheryl sighed. "Yes. Go ahead."

What?!

"N-"

WHAP!

Vanessa hardly saw it coming. One minute her mouth was hanging open, ready to apologize, the next spittle was flying from her lips as she was full-**** smacked - right across her black face with the flat sole of Hannah's toe. The feeling of pain was only rivaled by Vanessa's shock as, cheek burning, head spinning, blood suddenly roared in her ears, Vanessa, she... Vanessa...

" -nessa. Vanessa!" Cheryl's voice finally cut through the haze. Cheryl! H-how could she - how could Cheryl? Vanessa looked up, hand pressed to her cheek, her fat, flapping bottom lip quivering. How could she have g-given permission for Hannah to - ?!

"Vanessa," Cheryl spoke slowly, clearly, searching Vanessa's hurt face to make sure the colored woman was listening, "Vanessa, nobody wants to have to keep hitting you. And getting all banged up - the way you look reflects almost as poorly on this office as the way you behave. It's disgraceful." Fresh tears, fresh hurt welled up in Nessie's eyes, threatening to... and Cheryl's stern expression slightly softened. The white woman sighed, "Look, Nessie - you have to be able to get along with other women. You weren't being respectful to Hannah, or to me, and when you don't listen to our words it's not safe for anyone. Not for us or you. Understand?"

All that Vanessa understood was that she had fucked up so badly, and so often, that her own secretary was encouraging the women around Nessie to treat her like an uncooperative black beast. All she understood was that her head was spinning, her face was burning, and that her pussy was driving her mad - twitching and drooling in her diaper.

Kneeling, Vanessa finally removed her hand from her cheek. Looking down, looking away from Miss Cheryl's stern eyes, Vanessa... Vanessa swallowed. Hannah's toes wiggled and scrunched the carpet underneath Nessie's downcast face.

"Y-yeff," Nessie sucked back a glob of drool, and tried again, "Yes, I understand, Miss Thomas. I und-"

"Hannah is here to help you. What do you you think you need to say to her?"

... And there it was. Nessie clenched her hands, balling them into fists.

She had been slapped across the face with a shoe, and it was Vanessa - Vanessa that had to apologize. Vanessa that was in the wrong, just because she... sh-she...

Vanessa glanced guiltily at Cheryl's fallen shoe, still wet, tipped over on the floor. Holding her thighs together, holding her hands at bay, Nessie... "S-sorry, Hannah," Vanessa mumbled.

Silence. Uncomfortable and oppressive... silence.

Nessie glanced up nervously.

Cheryl was frowning. Jenny was frowning.

"What kind of 'pology was that, nigger?" Jenny sneered, "Don't you know you gotta' speak up?! Look at the person you're saying 'sorry' to!"

Cheryl gave her friend a curious look, before turning her attention back to her boss, "Miss Jennifer is absolutely right. Vanessa, there's no way that you could think that was an acceptable apology. You will look up at Hannah. You will speak up so as to be understood, and you will stop trying to undercut her."

"Vanessa - Miss Hannah is a contributing member of this organization. You have yet to earn a single peep or pair of panties for your work today. You are off schedule, you are unsanitary, you have been dangerous and disruptive, and you will address your superiors in a manner that conveys an appropriate and proper level of respect."

At long last, Cheryl took a breath. Her eyes lingered over Vanessa for a moment, before she turned to give the younger woman a little nod of support.

"I..." Nessie... Vanessa was crushed. Worse, she could practically see the little intern's chest puff up with Cheryl's approval.

The corporate executive stared up at the Asian teenager that her secretary had placed over her, at... at her daughter's classmate, and... "Sorry." Vanessa squeaked. Immediately she could feel the hot glares of both Jenny and Cheryl boring into her. Licking her lips, Vanessa **** her through to open, willed away the tightness.

"Sorry, Miss... M-Miss Hannah. Sorry for - for not listening."

"Sorry, and - what else do you need to say, Vanessa?" Cheryl asked softly. "Miss Hannah gave you her shoe, and helped correct your unsafe behavior. What else do you need to say to her?"

What else could she say?

Oh. Oh, no.

"Sorry," Vanessa whispered to Hannah. But she had already said that. Cheryl...

God...

"Thank you. Thank you for offering your shoe for me..."

God!

"Thank you for your shoe. And -"

Even though she had been there, even though everyone had seen, acknowledging what she had happened with her words was somehow... it felt like ****. Suffocating.

"... And thank you for h-hitting me. Thank you for slapping me and t-teaching me."

"Th-thank you. Miss Hannah."

It felt like losing.

"Um..." Miss Hannah shifted on her feet.

"Um, that's..." Pausing short of an aknowledgement, Hannah instead held out her shoe for sniffing and chewing once more. "Here. Sniff. It'll, um, make you feel better."

Hannah didn't sound too sure of the last part, but her shoe drifted even closer to Vanessa's face and nose.

"That's... good." Nessie leaned in, not yet sniffing, and got a clumsy pat to the head, "That's a good girl. A good..." Hannah looked up, looked to the other women, and looked back to the black executive on the floor.

"... Nigger. Good nigger." Hannah smiled awkwardly, and waited expectantly.

Nessie swallowed. She hadn't yet breathed. Sniffed. Couldn't. But, but her lungs started asking... then begging for air. And the women, looking...

Vanessa lost another private battle. Her wide nostrils twitched, and opened.

Sff.

Just a short... short, little sniff. A short -

Sff... Ssfff.

Oh, fuck. Hannah's feet had been bare, and as if to remind Vanessa of what she was sniffing, smelling, Hannah's toes once more stretched and flexed in the carpet beneath Nessie's gaze.

Sss-ssffff!

Fuck!

"Did her eyes just cross?!" Jennifer giggled delightedly.

F-fuck! Nessie stopped. She began struggling back, away, she-

"Sshh..." Vanessa stopped cold as Hannah quickly reached out, and ran a sharp nail over the bruised imprint she had made on Nessie's face. First with her hand, then her shoe. The sensitive flesh... Vanessa felt her nearest eye twitch, she...

A-and Hannah, the way she looked at Vanessa, the way she painfully... d-did Hannah's breathing quicken? Vanessa, fearfully this time, buried her own face in Hannah's other shoe, using the opportunity to turn slightly, to angle away from the other women.

Vanessa, in a quiet, sheltered place where only Hannah could see, she... didn't want to get hurt. She did what she had been trained to do, been made to do. She looked into Hannah's eyes and, shame burning up her tight chest, Nessie stuck out her tongue and gave a hard, wet lick to the insole of Hannah's shoe, tasting bare foot and fake leather.

Hannah's nail turned away.

"Oh!" The intern squeaked, flying to a standing position with all the agility of her youth.

"What happened? What did she -"

"N-nothing. Sorry, it's um..." Hannah backed up a step.

"Um..."

"Um, the-the smell. It just hit me - whew!" Hannah scrambled for, and found, her deflection - leaving Nessie more humiliated than ever. "Does she, like, get changes when she wets herself?"

"Well," A taken-aback Cheryl began, "I-I was hoping it wouldn't -"

"I used to help with my cousins." Hannah babbled, "With changing. I babysat all the time for my aunts, I've changed, um, t-tons of, um - "

"No." Miss Cheryl cut the younger woman off, "No, this has already been - I do need the help. Lord knows I need the help, but I really shouldn't have allowed you in here. I couldn't possibly have you be a part of... of that."

Thank - thank god. Nessie let go of a breath she didnt realize she had been holding. She... she just tried to stay inconspicuous, just kept her head low and -

Sff.

"Well that's hardly fair to the poor thing!" Jenny sounded shocked.

"Huh?" Hannah frowned, "I- I mean if Cheryl thinks I should go, that's-"

"Oh, not you, silly! Well, maybe you," Jenny continued coyly, looking her new female friend up and down, "... But I meant her!" Jenny pointed, and Nessie choked, hiding in her hair just in time, "Look how attached she's become! Look at her nibbling and sniffling down there."

'Nibbling and sniffling'... Vanessa twisted and... and if her mouth wasn't full of bitter, chewy faux leather she might well have screamed her frustration. "C'mon, Sherri, let Hannah stay if she wants."

She wouldn't. Cheryl... Mommy wouldn't. Not for a bottomless changing. She wouldn't.

"I think I'd better stay if I don't want to deal with walking around in, um, a h-half a shoe the rest of the day," Hannah quipped weakly, chuckling half-heartedly, "I would... I could change her for you. Really, like I said I've - "

Jenny squealed and jumped - actually fucking jumped in the air, laughing and clapping excitedly.

And Cheryl - Cheryl didn't even try to protest! Of course she didn't. Not with Jenny encouraging her and Vanessa was... Cheryl really believed what she had said - Vanessa was an ape to her. A nigger. A big, pissy child-thing with a hairy -

"I guess there's no point in holding back now," Cheryl grimaced, "Hannah? If you really do want to stay, if you think this is something you can handle, you can start by getting out our changing supplies. Underneath the desk, please."

"Come on, Vanessa. On your feet. Let's get this over with."

Vanessa shook her head.

... Vanessa unclamped her clenched, worrying teeth, dropped Hannah's shoe from her mouth, and tried shaking her head again.

"Please. Mi- Mommy, please," Vanessa started rising. She had to make Cheryl listen. "Please, you can't. Not with -"

"Vanessa, you peed your diaper the first morning you wore it." Cheryl stared the kneeling older woman down until Vanessa dropped her big brown eyes to the other woman's sheer, stocking-clad toes, "If you don't like Hannah helping you or being watched during changing, consider this incentive not to wet yourself. I have neither the time nor the energy to argue, and you're not walking around in a smelly diaper all day and get a rash on your tushy."

But she - she didn't want to! Not like this. She couldn't get hit again, but she - Vanessa nonetheless opened her mouth, and took a breath to try one more time.

Jennifer pointed a finger right into Nessie's face, dangerously close, and began wagging it. "No talking back to Mommy!" Jenny's sharp little index finger pointed, "Get your fat black ass over there!"

"Now, nigger!"

Something banged, hard, underneath Vanessa's desk.

"Here!" Hannah's shoes were shoved into Vanessa's hands, and with a hard swat to her plastic-and-cotton cushioned butt the beleaguered colored woman stumbled towards her desk - and towards Hannah, standing by Vanessa's office chair while wincing and holding the top of her head, glaring angrily like her apparent injury was somehow Nessie's fault.

"Did you even ask to take Hannah's shoes?" Jenny grabbed Vanessa's elbow, dragging her on as the negress gasped at the sudden speed propelling her. J-Jenny had been the one to - ! "You think slobbering all over something makes you entitled to it? What do you need to ask?"

"Uh-um," Christ, Vanessa hadn't even wanted Hannah's shoes to ch-chew on! And - and smell. She... she hadn't... Nessie paused in front of her desk, and held the work pumps out to Hannah.

Hannah slapped a load of incontinence products down on Nessie's desk.

Nessie flinched, and recoiled, and... and maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing - to have something to close her mouth around. Something to occupy her when... god! She was really, really going to be wiped in front of...

"Hann-" Vanessa felt too... Vanessa p-pressed down a bit, lowered herself to avoid looming over the shorter woman. She... "M-Miss Hannah? Can I please," Oh, fuck, "Please use your shoes?"

Hannah stared for a moment. With an impassive look, the teenager took one of her shoes from Vanessa's hand. She turned it, and examined it.

She slid it right back over the desktop and under the black woman's face.

Raising that same hand up, Hannah rested her palm heavily on the top of Vanessa's head, her fingers scrunched in Nessie's hair, and... d-down. Hannah slowly pushed Vanessa's head, her face, down - toward her desktop, and i-into Hannah's heel.

Moments away from having her diaper changed, between her legs, Vanessa could fucking feel herself gush.

"Th-thank you," Nessie groaned, her voice hot and echoing in the confined space of an intern's female footware, "Thank you, Miss."

She didn't even like... the Asian girl was less than half her age, a-and...

Vanessa was so completely, unbelievably pathetic.

S-s-sfff....

In front of her, reminding Vanessa of just how pathetic she was, a fresh diaper was noisily unpackaged, a container of wipes opened, and the clean, disposable white cloths layed out.

"Don't put those away just yet. She will need more wipes than that," Cheryl observed professionally. "I'd guess from looking at her sniff and squeeze, a lot more."

Hannah looked down at her supplies.

"I-I got two. She just went, ah, number one... right?" For a moment the Asian teenager looked anxious, and slightly sick. "She didn't, um, like, poop herself, did sh-"

"No!" Vanessa gasped into the steamy space inside Hannah's shoe, resisting an almost overpowering urge to bang, bang her face against her desktop. "No, it's-it's not... I..." Vanessa looked back, pleading for an explanation with her eyes.

Vanessa immediately regretted looking behind her after seeing Jennifer's wide grin.

"Pee isn't the only reason she has to wear a diaper, and those ree-diculous plastic panties," Jenny chimed in sweetly. "She needs lots and lots and lots of protection for other... very female reasons."

"Um... oh. O-oh!" Hannah immediately started pulling more wipes out. A... a lot more, while stealing a look down at Vanessa.

"Yes. 'Oh'. She's done a good job of not humping anything since I pulled her hand away from her... self, but incontinence isn't the only reason she's wearing a diaper. It wasn't even supposed to be the primary reason, but..." Cheryl sighed softly in frustration.

Vanessa buried herself in her own humiliation, sucking on Hannah's shoe as the Asian teen made her way behind the bent-over black woman.

Her suckling became a little harder as she felt a hand... Christ, a young girl's hand flipped up her skirt and exposed her diapered bottom to...

To everyone.

Jenny giggled obnoxiously.

Cheryl cleared her throat, "Hannah - I can take care of this if you're not -"

In one smooth movement, both diaper and plastic panties fell around Nessie's ankles, sliding and hitting the floor together with a heavy plop.

"Um, that's..." Hannah took a quick step back.

Jenny's little giggles turned into outright laughter.

"Oh my gawd, it's so thick and - is all that her... stuff?!!"

"Yes. That's... that's what that is. There's even more evidence of excitement than I e-expected, though, and the smell of urine isn't doing her any favors either. But I have to say - in addition to her recent mental and emotional incompetence, physical distinctions like what we can all see between her legs there and, of course, her facial features, are some pieces that support this idea that she is simply more... more bestial in nature than, ah, civilized people."

Physical distinctions? F-facial?!

"Oh, gawd! Look at it - the nigger's thing is quivering!" Jenny whisper-shouted what the whole room could see. "No wonder she bounces around sniffing - if mine was like that I couldn't even think!"

"Puh- um, please," Hannah complained quietly behind Vanessa, "That's not..."

Uoo!

"... Not helping. I'm trying to wipe her up here."

Hannah took a breath, and in a moment cool wetness tentatively, teasingly stroked along Vanessa's engorged labia. Vanessa...

Before she could recover, a second stroke, as firm as the previous was gentle, pressed against her sensitive bits, explored and dragged a-and -

And the colored executive, bent over her desk, pushed back. She almost fucking bucked and squealed before she gathered herself - tensing her abdominal muscles into a painfully tight knot to steady her butt. Nessie stilled her waggling, and bit her squeal. She gn-gnashed her teeth, and flared her nostrils, squeezing her eyes shut. She had to using every bit of her willpower just to stop herself from -

With her eyes closed Nessie could hear... or perhaps just feel, the rhythm of Hannah's breathing become more shallow. More quick.

"N-" Vanessa's eyes didn't stay shut for long as Hannah first probed, then pinched her clitoris, twisting a wipe around the fat, painfully sensitive nub like she was cleaning a motherfucking door knob.

"N-nng!" Drool poured over Nessie's thick bottom lip - dripping down the back of Hannah's shoe, sliding down the heel.

Dimly, Mommy's voice floated through the air, "You'll need to spank her if she humps again."

It wasn't her! Vanessa was - was t-trying! She -

"She knows better, don't let her get away with it or she'll hump until you're wiping her all day long."

"I - I won't," Hannah assured the other woman, and - fuck! The little bitch sp-spuh-read, Nessie wide open. A bead of sweat ran down the side of Vanessa's scrunched-up face, punctuating her efforts at self control as the 18 year old girl behind her assaulted her slit with a fresh wipe.

"I really shouldn't be letting you help me with her problems like this, but... you're doing a great job, Hannah."

"I - thank you, Miss Thomas."

Hannah paused, changing wipes, and Vanessa finally had a chance to catch her breath. To open her mouth wide, unclench her teeth and stomach, to simply breath a-and...

Ss-sff.

"... Miss Thomas? It really means a lot to me. That you're trusting me, I mean."

For a moment, Hannah stopped focusing her efforts on poor Vanessa's vagina. In Nessie's foggy nigger noggin it was an almost concillatory gesture after her rough treatment of Vanessa's most private, most sensitive area. The teen brushed over her inner thighs, and around the oval that defined the outside of Nessie's damp pubic area. Up, along the inside of her buttcheeks, just beyond her crack, cleaning away the trace amounts of urine that hadn't been absorbed by Nessie's damp diaper.

Ssf. Ss-sff...

"She needs a firm hand."

"She needs a razor," Jenny muttered dryly.

Everybody laughed. Everybody but Vanessa.

Everybody but Vanessa was...

Cheryl was totally bare, Jenny was superbly groomed, and Hannah...

Vanessa could only imagine what the Asian teen wiping up her snatch would look like if her black, cotton pants struggled down her hips. What she looked like underneath...

Nessie gasped. The colored woman was too relaxed, too lost in thought, and when the next wipe went right for her hole, circling her opening, actually almost entering her -

"Mmn! Nn-uh!"

"Vanessa! No! Stop that!"

Fuck. Shit! Fuck!

Too late. Her strong, defined negro ass and thighs jiggled with two, two quick and hard thrusts backwards.

"Bad nigger! In front of Mommy?!"

No. No no no -

"S-sorr-!"

Whap!

"Ggnnh!"

Hannah was ready. The moment she recovered her equilibrium from Vanessa's forbidden hand humps, a hard slap jolted Vanessa, punishing her already sore rear with the sudden **** of an electric shock.

Whap! Whap!

"Nn-orry!" Neck strained, squirming against a surprisingly strong hand on the small of her back. Teeth gritted, Nessie kicked out one heel, stomped -

Whap!

"Sorry!" Whap! "Plea-"

Please! M-Miss Hannah! Miss Jenny! M-Mommy!

"Give it to her, Hannah!"

Vanessa unleashed a brief sob. She clutched Miss Hannah's shoe to her face, burying her face away from her world as behind her, Nessie's firm, round cheeks clenched in anticipation of humiliation, of -

Whap!

Whap! Whap!

WHAP!