[This story will make more sense if you take the time to read the earlier instalments. There's a lot of severe discipline and a good deal of focus on all bodily functions, including menstruation, so if inclusion of those bothers you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]
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Eleanor tended to work in spurts. Since she was truly a creative person, Janet, the executive vice president and de facto head of the Goose Cookers clothing and accessory company who was her supervisor, was happy to let her set her own hours. Over the past two years, Eleanor had developed a bunch of new products, all of which, when taken to market, had brought sales and revenue into the firm's coffers.
Janet also saw that Eleanor was duly rewarded for her endeavors. Eleanor thus liked to stay home now and then for what others might call a mental-health day, but which regarded as a day to be a normal person. Jackson, her husband, had a more normal job, which meant he was not around as he worked regular daily hours. Nor were the two correctional officers, Denise and Linda, who lived with Eleanor, as they both worked days at a re-education center nearby.
On hand much of the time was Eleanor's sister, Meredith, who had been taken in by Eleanor and helped to put herself back together after a span of time in which she had been down and out and had been engaged in prostitution. Meredith was happy to be out of that and had no interest in returning to it; she did, however, still need to find a job and was looking for one with effort.
Eleanor had given her some tasks to perform at home, in part to encourage her to set up appointments about employment. One was to hand wash the women's underwear. This was not something as to which Eleanor wanted Jackson, who did undertake many of the homely jobs that were involved in maintaining the large apartment, to have any part. She did not feel Jackson had any hang-ups about women's lingerie, but she didn't want him to have any problems with the two sergeants, who were lesbians and lovers and did not want to have anything to do with them. It was better, she felt, that he not be dealing with their bras and panties.
So, Eleanor told Meredith that this was something she wanted her to have responsibility for getting done. Everyone's—well, all the women's—underwear, in essence, their bras and panties, were to be hand washed and carefully dried. Eleanor told Meredith to hang them out in her room, mostly because there was no place else where they would not be on display to everyone.
Meredith had been diligent in doing this washing, as she still was grateful to Eleanor for taking her in and supporting her while she searched for a decent job. It was still amazing to Meredith that not only did she have a roof over her head, but Eleanor had purchased nice clothes for her, including underwear. In part because what she arrived with had been worn during her whoring, Eleanor had disposed of all of Meredith's previous clothing.
One day when she was hand washing all the panties, she noticed that they all seemed to have stains in the crotch panels. The stains were similar, and Meredith recognized that they were period stains. She also knew they were in each of the four women's undies since Eleanor had had each mark her bras and panties with her initials.
Meredith mentioned this to Eleanor and said that she assumed it meant that all the women in the apartment now had their periods at the same time. Eleanor had heard about this "period syncing" as it was called, as probably resulting from pheromones released by each of the four that led to their having their menstrual periods simultaneously. Being well-informed, Eleanor had also read that although people believed this to be true, it was not so regarded by scientists who studied women's health and body behavior. Their view was that available evidence didn't support the existence of this syncing.
Eleanor also thought that such a conclusion didn't contradict what was happening before her eyes: the four were having their periods at the same time.
That evening after dinner, Eleanor asked Meredith, Denise, and Linda to join her in her bedroom. This was a comfortable, expansive place and Eleanor's commodious bed had been the place where all of them had at times enjoyed physical enjoyment with each other. Eleanor told them what Meredith had noticed and both Denise and Linda smiled.
"We've heard of this happening," Denise said, "that women who live together will have their periods at the same time, but I've also read that there's no real evidence other than that it seems to happen. When Linda and I lived with plenty of other women at the re-education camp, for example, neither we nor the others menstruated simultaneously."
"Maybe that's because there were so many men around, being re-educated," Linda interjected. Everyone smiled, but no one felt like responding to that.
"I guess I was thinking that whatever we wanted to call it," Eleanor responded, "and when I was a girl, my friends always talked about 'shark week', we might like to do something if we're all bleeding at the same time. I'll even volunteer to put a rubber sheet on my bed here and we might all strip down and enjoy each other up close and personal, if you get my drift."
Denise looked at Linda who gave her an affirmative nod. "Miss Linda has allowed me to confess to you two," she said, looking at Meredith and Eleanor, "that we have been having wonderful oral fun during our periods, which indeed have aligned themselves since we both moved in here and share the nice room you have provided us, Ellie. However, we are not superwomen, despite our behavior attempting to establish the contrary. We do get cramps and other period-related ills."
"I do feel like I violated all of your sense of privacy a little," Meredith said, "because it feels like I was checking out your panties."
Denise laughed and responded to Meredith, "You deserve some slack for washing our smelly undies, Mer, so don't get all hot and bothered by letting let your mind wander from soap powder."
"I guess I forgot to ask about cramps," Eleanor admitted. "As you know," she added with a grin, "I've stocked all our bathrooms with plenty of Midol, tampons, and maxipads. Anything else, you're on your own. But really, if anyone really is suffering from cramps or whatever, do let us know unless you don't want any attention, because I do have hot water bottles and lots of chocolate!"
"I agree with Eleanor, who really has gone above and beyond, or maybe beneath the rag, that we ought to enjoy this, whatever it may be," Linda piped up. "Let's get comfortable and see where we want to go."
With that as a clarion call, the shapely dark-haired Linda began unbuttoning her blouse and unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt. She stood in her plain white bra and panties, what she normally wore beneath her work uniform. The lithe blonde Denise followed suit, and her disrobing disclosed a stylish pale blue bra-and-panty set. Meredith had gotten used to wearing nice lingerie since Eleanor had upgraded her wardrobe, so when she took off her sweater and slacks, she had on a pretty beige bralette and similarly toned hicut panties.
Eleanor, the last to join them, slowly took off her snazzy colorful top and suede skirt. While she was doing that, the others removed hose or socks and shoes. Eleanor had on a cute pair of Goose Cookers panties, with a geometric design, and a sexy demicup bra.
As they became ready to take the last prep step, slipping their panties off, Denise looked at Eleanor warily and asked her if she had arranged for her husband to be away. Eleanor smiled and said she had indeed had him organize a boys' night out. She added that he would be staying over with a friend.
