LACTOGENESIS XXXVIII: 

THE MYSTERY CLIENT, PART ONE 
 
 The room into which they walked was small and cubical. Every surface 
was covered with the same turquoise, white, and gold tiling as was in 
the shower room. The main feature here was the jacuzzi, which was large, 
round, deep, and recessed into the floor. Several levels of concentric 
steps, wide enough to sit on, ringed the tub, which was only partially 
filled. The jets were turned off. The air hung heavy with steam. It was 
imbued with the odor of the aphrodisiac lotion, at just above the level 
of detectability. As the women filed in silently, the vapor tickled 
their brainstems just enough to restore their previous level of arousal. 
Chris rolled her eyes when she felt her genitals and breasts start 
tingling again, despite her best efforts to use her mental control to 
suppress it. What are we letting ourselves in for? she asked herself. 
 Seated on cushions in the two far corners of the room were Jeremy and 
the mystery client. They were both dressed in the same white robes and 
sandals as the women. Jeremy smiled at them as they took seats along the 
top step, completely encircling the jacuzzi. The client was sitting 
rigidly in lotus position. Her head was completely covered with a wide-
brimmed white hat below which hung a dense white veil, gathered at her 
throat, that totally obscured her facial features. The adornment looked 
completely out of place among the bath attire everyone was wearing. 
 Chris tried to keep from giggling. The woman looked like a beekeeper. 
How the hell can she see or breathe in that thing? she thought. 
 Despite of or because of its appearance, it was a perfect disguise. 
There was no way any of them could even tell their client's hair color. 
For now the voluminous robe hid her body well enough to not give 
anything away. The client could be Dolly Parton and they wouldn't be 
able to tell. 
 The women sat quietly while Jeremy outlined the "rules". It was all 
right for them to talk amongst themselves, but they were not to ask the 
client any direct questions. They would allow the client to touch any 
part of their bodies, but they were not to touch her unless she 
specifically requested through Jeremy that they do so. There were to be 
no attempts to reveal her identity. Jeremy would remain in the room to 
answer any questions or clarify any of the client's desires. Evidently 
he and the client had worked out a series of signals ahead of time. 
 "And now if you would, ladies," said Jeremy, "Please remove your 
clothing and stand in a circle in the jacuzzi." 
 They did as they were asked. They stood facing each other in their 
glorious nakedness, nipples tight, skin beading with new moisture, the 
aphrodisiac roiling in their nostrils and stimulating the most primal 
areas of their brains. They tried to read the expressions in each 
others' faces. Eleanor and Monique were standing almost at attention, 
their chests rising and falling almost in unison with rapid breathing. 
Janine was fidgeting like someone waiting for her doctor to come in and 
start an examination, but she was smiling. Sherri was so worked up that 
the muscles in her thighs were quivering; milk was already beginning to 
run from her distended nipples, dripping into the water around her 
shins. 
 Chris was experiencing mixed emotions: certainly strong arousal, but 
that was induced; curiosity about the client; exhilaration at the 
newness of it all; but there was also an undercurrent of humiliation, of 
feeling as if she were reduced to being a slave to this mystery woman's 
every whim. She had never had to be this submissive before, and though 
most of her didn't like it, a small part of her was enjoying it because 
it was a new aspect of her sexuality -- and discovering new aspects was 
one of the main reasons why she had decided way back at her first visit 
to Dr. Sheila's office to retain her ability to lactate rather than have 
her initiate treatment to dry her up. 
 For what seemed like several minutes the client did not move or make 
any sign of even being conscious. The women began glancing at each 
other: why isn't anything happening? Let's get this show on the road, 
said Chris silently. She was having to use her mental control to keep 
her over-full breasts from becoming uncomfortable. Then she realized 
that this was what the client was waiting for -- she wanted to make sure 
that everyone was full of milk to bursting before beginning. She was 
waiting for whatever weird chemicals she had put into the air to 
complete their work on the women's bodies. The others weren't faring as 
well as Chris. Some of them were beginning to use the palms of their 
hands to wipe away errant drops of milk that were appearing at the tips 
of their seemingly spring-loaded nipples. Sherri was flowing freely now, 
twin rivulets of milk running down her stomach and legs. Her arousal was 
so intense that she looked as if her legs would give out any minute as 
she fought to keep her hands away from her enflamed clit. 
 Evidently the client realized Sherri's predicament, for she chose that 
moment to stand and slowly walk down into the center of the circle. She 
did a slow 360, facing each woman in turn, then opened her robe and let 
it drop into the water. Her skin was a bronze color, not quite a deep 
tan, but clearly darker than any of the others'. She appeared to be 
about 5'5". She had a body that spoke of hours in the gym and a 
percentage of fat in the single digits, with muscles that almost could 
define her as a bodybuilder. Her breasts were of moderate size and stuck 
straight out from her body. Tiny lines along the lower half of deep 
brown areolae indicated implant surgery. No tan lines were evident. Her 
buttocks were of carved granite, adorning hips very wide for the wasp-
waisted torso that rose from them. A wide gap showed between her lithe 
thighs. Her smooth cunt looked as if it had never had hair. Her clit was 
so large and erect that it almost looked like a tiny penis. A small gold 
ring pierced it right through the middle. It was flushed deep red and 
stood out proudly from its hood and the surrounding labia, which also 
sported gold rings. This was one turned-on lady. 
 Janine and Eleanor raised their hands to cup their laden breasts. "No, 
not yet," Jeremy said, and they lowered them again. The client went 
clockwise around the circle, closely examining each of them in turn. Her 
fingers, adorned with long nails (some set with small jewels) traced 
their jawlines and collarbones, gently circumnavigated breasts, 
collected droplets of milk from the tips of nipples, traced the V formed 
by thighs and crotch, toyed with ringlets of pubic hair. 
 When she reached Sherri, she tarried a bit longer. She traced a webwork 
of patterns over Sherri's quivering body, causing her breathing to come 
in shudders. She crouched in front of Sherri, leaning so close that 
Sherri could feel her breath on her hot cunt through the veil. She 
reached around to cup Sherri's buttocks and trace a finger along the 
crack of her ass, down to where she dipped into the moisture of Sherri's 
honey pot. She stood and wiped the finger along a dent in the veil that 
marked her mouth. "Oh, for the love of God," Sherri whispered, her eyes 
pleading for release. The client seemed to understand. She reached down, 
clamped her hands onto Sherri's weeping nipples, and pulled hard, 
lifting the pendulous breasts clear from her body, rolling the nipples 
as she pulled. Sherri immediately let out a long groan and came, her 
knees wobbling from the impact of her orgasm and her hands trembling as 
she fought to keep from pulling the client into an embrace. 
 The client lifted her hands, whose palms were laced with Sherri's milk, 
to her face and inhaled deeply. One hand moved toward her cunt, but 
stopped halfway. It was clear that she was not immune from the effects 
of the vapor either. 
 After a few minutes of examining the others, the client moved toward 
Chris. She stood before her, then glanced over her shoulder and gestured 
at Jeremy in a complicated movement. "She wants you to know that she 
thinks your body is absolutely magnificent," he translated. Indeed, it 
sounded from inside the veil as if the client's breathing had quickened 
slightly. Her hands hovered over Chris's incredible breasts, her flat 
hard stomach, her voluptuous but still-slim frame that had been sculpted 
by the miraculous combination of hormones her own body had produced as a 
result of The Accident. Chris was intrigued by the fact that the client 
did not touch her, but it seemed as if her own arousal were being 
intensified almost more than if she had. The client's slender hands were 
so close to Chris's breasts that they could feel the other's body heat, 
but still there was no contact. Suddenly she straightened and dropped 
her arms to her sides. Although it was difficult to tell through the 
veil, it appeared as if she were looking straight ahead, eyes closed, 
chin tilted upward slightly. It also looked as if someone had hit her 
"off" switch. She was completely immobile. 
 Chris took that opportunity to lean in close, trying hard to peer 
through the dense cloth. She could hear air hissing in and out of flared 
nostrils, but even at a distance of a few centimeters she could not make 
out any features of the client's face. 
 "What am I supposed to do now?" Chris asked Jeremy.