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Suburban Paybackby Attorney Lady
Ch. 1It was the first time in her life that Janice had
smoked a joint. If she had been asked at the beginning of the
evening if it were even a possibility, she would have declared an
emphatic, "No". She couldn't blame Syl, her old college roommate.
She hadn't planned it. They were just getting together for a rare
girl's-night-out. They had a few margaritas, and then as they
were in the elevator on the way up to Syl's room they had found
it. It was Syl's idea to wear their old sorority sweatshirt, and
she'd brought along the "utility bag", the purse that she had
constantly carried throughout college. It was a huge thing, bulky
and more like a duffel, and though the other girls had made fun
of it, they were always glad when she was able to reach into it
and come up with a tampon, or bottle of contact lens solution, or
tube of lipstick, or a joint.They were pawing through it, when
they accidentally knocked the large cig out onto the burgundy
carpet. "Oh my God" said Syl, sheepishly at first, and then she
grabbed it and ran toward her room as the elevator doors opened.
Janice followed giggling. It felt good, youthful, something she
hadn't experienced in the years since graduation that now were
occupied with preschool, and the night courses to get her
secondary degree. She had done a good job of juggling motherhood,
wifedom as she called it, and her attempts at "remaining viable
in the real world". So the evening had been a real treat. They
were almost out of breath by the time they rushed into the hotel
room. They had run like they had really done something. In spite
of herself, and possibly because of the tequila in the drinks,
she was beside herself with laughter. Maybe that was why she
barely hesitated when Syl had mischievously looked at her and
held up the joint and asked, "Shall we?" "Why not?" she
said.From there time had flown. It was three hours gone when
she realized. She had only thirty minutes before the sitter had
to be home and her husband was out of town on a sales trip. She
jumped up suddenly, surprised at the instability of her legs. Had
she been thinking more clearly, she would not have attempted to
drive, but she clarity was not something she could enjoy in any
measure at that moment. The details of the drive home were a
blur. She probably wouldn't have remembered a thing except for
the sobering event that occurred just as she was making the long
wide turn into the housing edition. There had been a number of
complaints about the homeless men that often camped in the small
park across from the new tract homes that were springing up. They
were always wandering out into the road and a number of them had
been very nearly run down by self absorbed soccer moms distracted
by screaming children in the backseat. Fortunately no one had
been injured, not that is, until that night.She barely saw him
in the flash of the headlights just before hearing the awful
sound of flesh on metal. She cut the wheel suddenly and careened
across two lanes before her front fender crunched against the
high median. It took a second before she recovered from the
impact. When she looked out through the rear window of the SUV,
all that she saw in the road was the torn Hefty bag that served
as the homeless man's luggage. She knew that she had hit him. His
absence could only mean that she had knocked him into the high
weeds of the field. She was about to get out of the car to look
for him when her cell phone began ringing. It was the babysitter.
For some reason the voice of the girl brought her back to a sense
of reality. "Janice? Are you okay?" said the fifteen year-old
Cynthia. "Huh, yea I'm fine." "Thank goodness. I thought you
might have gotten into an accident. I was about to call the
police." "No, no." she said taking a last look around, "I'm just
a little late in getting home."Cynthia had said the magic
word, police. She knew that she was in no condition to survive an
encounter with a patrolman, even without the potential of
vehicular homicide in the mix. It would mean humiliation,
disgrace, and probably prison. She thought about her daughter and
never seeing her again. The thought was too awful so she climbed
back into the car before driving home. The next morning when
she awakened to a splitting headache, Janice felt like the whole
episode had been a terrible grainy dream. She got up, and dressed
and fed her daughter and drove her to school. She had not planned
on being gone long so all she had done to herself was to slip on
a sports bra, t-shirt, and shorts. There was the dent in the
front fender after all; that she felt incriminated her to the
entire world. She wanted to get home and out of sight as quickly
as she could. She was just driving up the street toward the cull
de sac when the garage door of the house across the street
opened. Suddenly the minivan of her least favorite neighbor,
Renee, pulled out and came to a stop directly in front of he car.
Janice slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt just shy
colliding with her. Renee stared at her through the window as if
sizing her up. Something like a slight smile played across her
lips and she opened the door.There had been ill will between
the two women for almost a year. It had all started at the first
neighborhood association meeting that Janice attended. Renee was
the planning committee chairperson and was at the height of her
social best. She was wearing a simply elegant wraparound dress
that played up her modest bosom and diminished her modestly
overabundant backside. She had been drinking, and had become a
little more catty than usual, which was saying something. There
was raffle going on and as it was the least glamorous job, and
Janice was the most beautiful, busty and blonde and thus the most
threatening to Renee, she was given the task of running the
tumbler. What ensued was purely an accident. Renee had just
settled with her hips against the table as she faced the crowd to
begin the proceedings. What neither she nor Janice realized was
that a knotted strip the of dress' side tie was draped across the
gear of the tumbler. When Janice flipped the switch it shredded
the garment in front of the entire gathering. For Renee several
personal disclosures were made in an instant. The first was that
she wasn't wearing panties. The second was that she from the
waist down she shaved everything. This brought a derisive gasp of
laughter from the group. The third, and possibly most damaging
secret uncovered, was that she was hopelessly flat chested. As
the top tore away with the rest of the dress two fleshy silicon
"falsies" were ejected toward the audience. Renee was stark naked
in front of the entire neighborhood, with a bald pussy and two a
cup beasts open for their perusal. On the floor in front of her
were the two manufactured mammaries. 
"Gee," said the nearest woman, "I would have guessed it was her
ass that was padded. My mistake."The room erupted in laughter.
Even Janice who felt badly for her was struck by the humor. She
stopped laughing, however, when Renee turned toward her and the
look on her face was one of a venomous rage. Without a word it
promised unending enmity and ultimate revenge. In the months
since they had skirmished often. Usually it was over matters of
technicality. Renee complained when Janice's landscaping violated
a tenet of the neighborhood code. She called the police when one
of Janice's dinner party guest's vehicles narrowed the street too
much. Janice had tried to mend the situation a few times, but
Renee had made it clear that she wanted nothing short of a
conflict. This day of all days was not one that she wanted to
have to deal with the bitch, she thought as Renee approached her
vehicle. Renee had on a sweat suit, though when she had last
worked out was anyone's guess. It was very New Jersey; she
thought and fit her Italian looks. She had a short bobbed
hairstyle and wore too much jewelry that to Janice seemed garish
and overwhelming. She stepped up to the window and put a hand on
her hip. For a second she seemed to sizing Janice up. 
"Love what you've done with your hair." She said. Janice had only
bothered to clip it up on the back of her head in a loose
ponytail. She looked bad she thought, though it was hard to
negate the effects of her great facial structure. "You know
I've always wanted to ask if that is anywhere near your real
color.""Oh please." Said Janice "Look I'm really in no mood for
this. I really don't have the time okay?""Need to get home and
call your attorney, or maybe just a bail bondsman?" Something in
the way she was looking at Janice as she said it made her take a
sharp involuntary breath. "I don't know what you are talking
about." She said.
Renee smiled. "Well, judging from that dent in the front of your
car and what I saw as I was driving into the addition last
evening, I would say that you do. I'm pretty sure the authorities
would agree with me too."A long moment passed as the two of
them stared at each other. Janice felt her world beginning to
slip. She knew. Renee knew. The guilt and terror overcame her and
her big brown eyes began to well up with tears. "I didn't mean to
do it." Was all she could say. Renee's face assumed a
self-congratulatory smirk. What the blonde did not realize was
that she had seen the whole thing and that the bum had not even
been what the car hit. It was only his trash bag full of cans
that had taken the impact. He had curried off into the field
while Janice was stunned. She had watched as Janice wobbled out
and could have smelled the whiff of pot and booze if she had been
twice as far away. "Yea well, whatever you were on probably had
something to do with it, but normally that doesn't impress a
judge. And I'm sure I can speak for all of us in MADD in this
neighborhood that we will be pretty happy to see you get the
maximum that the law can sentence. ""Oh God, please Renee. It
was an accident. I did not mean to hit him."
Renee twisted her mouth into an expression of mock consideration.
" "Vehicular homicide is a big deal in this state. I mean he may
not have been much to you or me, but that homeless person was
still, a person. I think I'd better turn you in." She reached
into her purse and took out a cell phone.Janice panicked. She
could see the ruin, the incarceration. She began to beg. "Please
Renee, I have a daughter. My going to jail won't bring that man
back.. Please, I'll do anything. I'll pay."It was music to her
ears. "Well I don't know. I mean, he probably was a criminal
himself. Still.... You did say anything?""Yes?" she said
unclear about what Renee was suggesting. It soon became
clear.She leaned toward her. "I asked if that was your natural
hair color.""Uh, my hair? Yes." "Oh really? Prove
it.""What?" asked Janice. She could not believe what Renee
might be suggesting.
"You humiliated me in front of everyone. For the last year I've
been the laughing stock of the neighborhood. That title is about
to pass to you, hon. You want to stay out of jail, you are going
to do any and every-thing I tell you. By the time I'm finished
everyone is going to realize the danger of messing with me, and
they are going to have a whole new appreciation of your little
blonde ass. Now, about that proof.....""What do you want?"
asked Janice tearfully. "I want to see if all of you is
blonde.""Are you gay?" asked Janice."God no, "laughed Renee,
"just a bitch. A cruel, cruel bitch. Now get those shorts
off."Janice sighed and looked around. There was no way out.
Fortunately the street seemed empty. Renee was smiling, still
holding her cell phone. Janice lifted her hips and hooked her
thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. She avoided eye contact
with Renee. She simply could not stand to pull off her bottoms
and see the look of triumph that she knew was on the woman's
face. She took a deep breath and pulled the shorts down. As
the material cleared the neatly trimmed thatch of dark brown hair
that stopped just shy of the top of the pair of clefted lips, she
heard a giggle of delight. "Not exactly a natural are we?"
said Renee. Janice had stopped with the shorts at mid-thigh.
Renee, however was having none of that. "All the way off,
two-tone. I want them in my hand. Janice removed the shorts and
handed them out of the window. When she looked up Renee was
dangling them off her index finger and smiling. In the distance
behind her, the rattling trash truck was turning the corner.
Janice gasped. She had forgotten it was pickup day. The sound
caused Renee to turn and look. When she turned back to Janice her
smile was even wider.
Suburban Paybackby Attorney Lady
Ch. 2In spite of herself Janice looked down at her own bush.
She was terrified. She was completely at the mercy of a vengeful,
sadistic bitch and now a potential audience was approaching.
Renee was enjoying it completely. She smiled broadly and peered
in through the window at Janice's vulnerable situation.
"You know what I've always wondered?" she asked with her face
uncomfortably close to Janice's. She didn't seem to really expect
a response and continued. "I always wondered how you would handle
being stripped completely bare in front of the entire
neighborhood. I mean, they might be surprised to learn that you
are unnaturally blonde.""Oh please." Was all Janice could say.
The garbage truck had stopped at the second house and soon would
be getting closer. Renee followed her gaze and turned to look at
it and the three sanitation workers that were loading the
contents of the heavy cans into the back.
"I tell you what. Take off your top too." She nodded for
emphasis.Being bottomless in the SUV and having her pubic hair
scrutinized by the bitch was one thing. No one could see into the
vehicle, but taking off her top would be evident to anyone who
happened to look her way. 
"Oh, Renee. Please!" she begged. The pleading seemed to have just
the opposite of effects that she had intended. Renee smiled
broadly "Uh........uh" she said. "Get it off, top heavy."
The words struck like a blow. Janice had always been
self-conscious about the enormity of her breasts, so much so,
that she was always trying minimize them with conservative
apparel. She even went so far, at times, to try to convince
herself that they would fit into a 34 D. The truth was, as every
saleswoman who had seen her try it would say, she was a double if
ever God made one. Now, to her utter shame, she was going to have
to expose them to the one person who could utilize the situation
to maximum effect. The garbage truck rumbled and coughed a puff
of black smoke as it moved another house closer. Janice flushed
crimson as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. As it came off,
the overly manicured hand of her new mistress appeared in front
of her. She surrendered the garment. In spite of herself her head
lowered a little. She knew she had to do as she was told, but a
part of her wanted to fight back. She was proud by nature and the
instinct to tell the horrible woman, who suddenly had control of
her actions like some mad puppeteer, to go to hell was intense.
Her overriding desire to survive squelched it, but the resulting
feeling of suppression was particularly disturbing. Renee seemed
to sense it. 
"Hmm hmm." She simply cleared her throat. When Janice looked up
she raised an expectant eyebrow and cocked her hip. The message
was clear, and clearly, she was loving it. Janice could have
died. She had no choice, but to beg."Please, Renee."
Renee only opened and closed her hand impatiently. With worried
glance toward the sanitation truck, Janice reached up and slid
her thumbs under the bottom of the bra. She gave it a slight tug,
and the tightly stressed Lycra slipped upward. It seemed to
stretch impossibly as if the material were trying to help delay
this final act of subjugation. Then it snapped off with sudden
recoil, that caused her breasts to drop with a tremendous
shudder. Immediately the sensation of the cool air caused her
thick nipples to crinkle. For a second there was no sound. Janice
was too embarrassed to speak. Renee was shocked. When she found
her voice, however, she more than made up for the lost seconds.
"Jesus Christ" she said too loudly "those aren't breasts, they're
udders." Janice physically winced. Renee stilled seemed a bit
shocked as she stared at the hapless blonde's huge bosom. Her
breasts were pale, betraying the fact that Janice constantly kept
them modestly under wraps. Despite their size they were only
slightly pendulous and turned up delightfully to end in a
rosy-pink areola the size of a half dollar. On top of each was a
nipple that looked like a fleshy number one pencil erasure. The
slight nature of Janice's shoulder's only made them seem all the
more outrageously enlarged. Renee looked ecstatic as though the
most perfectly evil thought had occurred to her. She fixed a look
of contrived curiosity on her face and leaned in closer. She
stared at Janice's breasts as though she were trying to determine
something uncipherable. 
"Hon, are your great....big.....tits real?"
Janice only nodded. Her eyes appeared slightly misty.
"No, no, no." admonished Renee waggling an index finger. "No
tears, or things will get so, much worse."Janice nodded her
understanding. 
"Good. Now, you didn't answer my question." She looked at Janice
like a predator with a sure kill, setting it up for some play
before the final close of the fangs. "Are those extremely,
unbelievably, large tits, real?" 
Janice was whipped. It couldn't get any worse than this, she
thought. She nodded and in a small voice answered, "Yes, they're
real." "Hmm" she countered, "You do know, there is only one way
to prove that?"
Janice had no idea what she meant, but she was certain that
whatever was in the offing wouldn't be good. Renee turned and
looked as the garbage truck pulled up to the next house. As she
watched she saw the look of incredulity turn into one of intense
pleasure as the driver caught sight of Janice. She turned back
brightly to face Janice and rose up on her toes for a second
before settling back on her heels. She looked positively
energized by the nearness of the moment. 
"Okay. Out of the car, big tits."
Janice, who had been almost subdued a second before, came alive
with panic. "What?" she said.
"Well, you can't exactly make them bounce sitting in your car.
Can you?"
She couldn't believe her ears. She shot a look at the garbage men
who were blatantly watching her now. "Surely you are joking! I
can't do that.""Fine" said Renee starting to dial her cell
phone. "I'm not fucking around with you. You can go to prison."
"Wait." Said Janice grabbing the door handle even as the word
escaped her lips. She levered it and the dull thunk of it opening
stopped Renee's poised finger above the keypad. She looked over
and watched as the door swung open. Her demoralized neighbor was
suddenly completely exposed to the world. As Janice swung her
legs out of the SUV her thighs parted slightly. The denuded flesh
between them flashed openly pink for a fraction of a second, and
then she was out of the car. Renee let her stand there,
completely bare while the remaining garbage men got word that an
unparalleled impromptu strip show was taking place. They stepped
out from behind the truck for the infinitely better look as
Janice turned a million shades of red.Their eyes roamed over her
body pausing, almost in unanimity, on her monstrous boobs and the
little inverted triangle of dark brown hair that pointed to the
more direct object of their attention. Renee gave them their
moment. She would be torturing her subject soon enough. She
signaled the next faze of exhibitionism with a simple demeaning
snap of her fingers. Janice's head snapped toward her
accordingly.
"Okay, two-tone." (One of the garbage men caught the meaning and
laughed) "Hop. Make those monsters really bounce."Janice cast a
look at her that pleaded a final request for mercy.
It was met by a cruel smile. With a final loss of resistance she
began to jump up and down, nude, as her neighbor and the refuse
crew looked on. It was quite a sight. There in the middle of a
normal suburban street, a respectable wife and mother with a
stupendous figure was hopping, intentionally making her overly
large bosom bounce for the scrutiny and entertainment of
strangers. The big breasts shook, bobbled, and bounced
outrageously as an immediate grove of truncations became apparent
in the workmen's pants. The men loved it. They had never seen a
proportional specimen of the female form like that one outside of
a magazine, and this babe had the magic of animated form to
compel their excitement.
Renee noticed. That was why she let her go on for such a long
time before telling her to stop. Janice erroneously thought that
perhaps her torment and humiliation were almost at an end. In
truth it was only about to worsen. 
"Very nice, I think there's no doubt that those are real!" said
Renee viciously. "Now let's get a little better acquainted in a
slightly different fashion. You don't mind do you, big tits?" 
It only appeared to be a question. Janice realized her cue to
answer. "No." was all she said.
"Good." Said Renee. "Now bend over.....at the waist. Let them see
how they look when they are hanging."
"Oh my God. " she said. But a look from Renee told her what she
had to do. Slowly, with an almost painful resignation, she leaned
forward until she could feel the weight of her breasts suspended.
"Good, now give them a shake."
She could see the dirty men staring at her with huge smiles on
their faces. There was something else that was huge that was also
becoming apparent. They could clearly hear what Renee was
ordering and they were enjoying the little drama that was playing
out for their amusement. Janice just closed her eyes. She simply
could not risk eye contact when she reformed this next act. She
began moving her shoulders from side to side. The great hanging
masses of breast tissue began to sway and bounce against each
other. Occasionally they collided with enough force that the
audible smack could be heard. As something of a rhythm was
established she realized that they were all getting a good view
of how her large mamms moved when her husband took her from
behind. She could hear the hoots and howls of encouragement from
the garbage men, and underlying it, the cruel laughter of Renee.
"Oh my God!" said Renee gleefully. She suddenly saw in the
situation of the formerly modest wife and mother now waggling her
boobs indiscriminately for a crowd of strangers' entertainment,
an unlimited potential for humiliation. As she looked at the
lusty workingmen moving closer, she thought about the deeply
burning embarrassment that Janice was experiencing. The
realization of such power over her new  for all practical
purposes- slave, elicited a moistness between her own legs. Then
her eye caught a flash of inner, upper thigh and another, far
more horrible, and completely inspired thought occurred. 
"Okay, Juggy," she said using the moniker from that horrible
Man's Show, "now I want you to turn around and do it.
Janice's eyes snapped open with shock. The garbage men cheered
their approval at an unobstructed view of the real goods. Janice
could not help herself. She looked up at Renee without even
having the residual resistance to straighten before begging.
Renee would hear none of it. She was getting better at this cruel
bitch stuff, if she did say so herself.
"Tell you what, we'll let our new friends.....and your new fans,
decide." Janice bit her lip at that last part. "Uh, guys, have
you had enough or would you like a look at Juggy, here's little
pink pussy and asshole."
The response was unanimous. Janice did not think she could endure
it, not showing them that. Even with her husband, she was
uncomfortable with having the room too lit when he was doing that
wonderful thing with his tongue. Still, she found herself turning
around. She could feel the eyes on her, and the gasps of delight
that came from the men as she faced completely away, touched her
profoundly like a searing iron. It was awful. They began talking
about it, using the coarsest language.
"Oh yea," said one, "I love it when they shave around their cunt
lips and asshole.Janice flinched involuntarily. It brought an
instant response."Oh man, she winked it at you."
"Yea, well, I'd like to see it smile too." Then they laughed.
The last statement was really directed to Renee, though from her
position Janice could not tell. Renee, however, could. She was
standing, looking at her neighbor's most intimate anatomy. With
Janice in that posture, she could see the puffy outer lips that
framed the slightly thinner, but more extended and perfectly
paired, inner two. The darker, slightly tufted hair on her mons
was framed in silhouette between the open thighs, and above her
pussy, centered almost exactly between the voluptuous globes of
her ass was the tiny pucker of her anus. It was, Renee realized,
exactly the same dawn-pink as her areola.
"Uh Janice, dear?" She was using her real name for a reason. "Oh,
I guess I should really be using your preferred name. Uh, Juggy,
reach back and pull your cheeks open, hon. we can't quite see
everything just yet."
With saying a word or looking back Janice reached back and
gripped a handful of gluteal flesh. It gave just enough under the
pressure of her finger tips to show that her ass was fleshy and
firm, but still femininely soft, just perfect for the grip of a
strong male hand. 
"If I can just get this over with and get out of the street." It
was all she could think. Slowly she pulled her buttocks apart. A
draft of air, unlike anything she had experienced in her life,
told her exactly how open to the curiously salacious group, she
had become. Renee could not believe it, and a stunned silence
took them all, as they watched the beautiful helpless blonde's
pussy open like a fresh blossom, in the middle of an otherwise
ordinary street, in an otherwise ordinary neighborhood, on an
anything but ordinary day. 
Their frozen moment was suddenly broken by the opening strains of
Vivaldi coming from the cell phone in Janice's SUV.

Suburban Paybackby Attorney Lady
Ch. 3Involuntarily, Janice shot Renee a look. Renee simply
smiled viciously and shrugged. "Answer it." She said. Janice
released the disclosing hold she had on her buttocks and picked
up the tiny silver cell. Even before she pressed talk she could
see from the screen's readout that it was her husband, Jeff.
Renee saw it too. The cruelly joyous expression on the brunette's
face seemed to broaden. She grabbed Janice's phone just as she
was about to speak, and put the tiny instrument to her own ear.
"Hello," she said melodiously. There was a slight pause before
the male voice answered querulously. " Oh, it's Renee, Jeff."
Janice could hear the distant sound of her husband's voice
asking the obvious question."Oh well, it just seemed time to
finally bury the hatchet. I mean, how long can you stay angry at
the neighbor across the street." She paused and smiled at Janice,
who stood shocked, naked, and now with a creeping sensation of
some greater dread overtaking her. "Uh huh," said Renee, "I get
the sneaking feeling that we are probably going to be seeing so
much more of each other. It is really going well."Renee's
expression suddenly transformed as she held her fingers over the
mouthpiece and spoke to the dumbfounded blonde. " I'm going to
hand you the phone, but before I do I want you to climb up on
that big leather seat, face the street, and open those legs just
so wide. And I want that pussy opened up with your non-phone
hand. You'll stay that way as long as hubby is on the line. Do
you understand me?" All Janice could do was nod mutely. There
was no point arguing or trying to negotiate with Renee. She
turned and slid up onto the seat. She kept her head tilted
slightly downward so that she would not make direct eye contact
with the garbage men who were still a rapt audience. Then with
her left hand she reached down and slid two fingers between her
outer lips. With the simple execution of an inverted "V for
victory" he opened her most private part for their entertainment.
Without looking at Renee, she held out her right hand for the
phone.It was not presented. She heard the clearing of a throat
and looked up with brimming eyes to see Renee giving her a
superior and expectant stare."What?" said Janice."You did
not ask me if that was good enough. Aren't you worried that you
might not be pleasing me?"Janice stifled the tears that
threatened to fall. She wouldn't give this bitch the
satisfaction. She stared back defiantly."Is this good
enough?"Renee leaned forward and inspected the spread that
Janice was maintaining and grinned. "Good enough. Here's hubby."
She handed Janice the phone.Jeff's voice was bright and
upbeat if not a little curious about the domestic changes that
were taking place between his wife and her previously, most
declared enemy. Janice tried to answer all of his questions and
listened as patiently about his triumphant sales endeavors as a
woman providing a graphic suburban peepshow could. One thing
alarmed her in particular. He had mentioned that "the boys" at
corporate central had noted his hard work and were promoting him.
The downside would mean even more time on the road. Finally,
desperate to stop the humiliation, she claimed a low battery, and
taking small note of the disappointment in his voice, hung up.
Even as she pressed off , her fingers relaxed and the gaping of
her pussy ended. Renee noticed and experienced a complete
thrill as she put the momentary relief to an end with her next
statement. "Good well, we are all done here, I think we can get
started on our day." Janice looked at her. Suddenly she
realized that whatever was happening, it was very far from over.
She didn't even consider asking for her clothing back. She just
turned in the seat, started the SUV and waited while Renee said
something to the garbage men that returned gales of laughter and
then slowly climbed in to move her own vehicle. Once the way was
cleared, Janice drove the last few feet to her driveway. She was
already climbing out of the car when she realized that she was
doing so voluntarily naked. Clearly the recent string of events
had overwhelmed her so that she was now functioning in a somewhat
cognizantly blunted state. She was almost to the front door when
the shrill whistle of the garbage men behind her pierced her
consciousness. A new wave of humiliation passed over her. She
yanked the door opened and rushed inside. It was somewhat
better once she was in the house with the door closed. The
familiar semblance of normalcy and control prompted a desperate
desire for any form of cover. She ran with breasts and buttocks
bouncing for the bathroom and grabbed a robe from a hook on the
wall. It struck her as amazing how a simple garment could provide
such comfort. She sank into an armchair and took a quick
accounting of her home. Everything about the tasteful environment
seemed foreign to the slutty endeavor that she had been coerced
into. She looked at the pastel floral wall paper, the delicate
figurines on the cabinet shelves, the simply elegant framed
landscapes that she and her husband had loved from the second
they saw them in the quaint art shop downtown. This was her, not
the nude slave to the horrible woman across the street. Her
reassessment of self was just starting to settle her, when the
phone rang. She jolted upright. Without even looking she seemed
to know. The caller ID confirmed Renee's number. More than
anything, she wanted to avoid picking it up. More than anything,
she was certain she had to. She took a breath and touched the
button. "Yes?" she said. "Yes?" came the voice on the other
end. "What sort of greeting is that for a new best
friend?"Janice bit her lip. There in her home with all the
reminders of her life, she felt somehow empowered. She did not
feel like indulging the woman's interest in toying with her.
"What I just went through was hardly what I would call the result
of a friend's actions."There was silence on the other end of
the line. When Renee spoke again her voice was icy. " Fine, then
consider it the one of ownership. After all, your ass is mine,
isn't it?"Janice could barely speak. A paralyzing fear seemed
to have an almost physical hold on her throat. She suddenly had a
powerful visual of a high heel bearing down on it. The
accoutrements of her home were just trinkets now. Nothing more.
The power that had surged in her home was gone with the force
from across the street. "Yes." She said meekly."Yes, what, you
stupid murdering bitch?"The words hit with the force of blows.
"My ass is yours." said Janice."Say it louder."Janice could
feel her eyes welling with tears. All of her pride, all her
self-esteem was being torn away with a single phrase. "My ass is
yours." She repeated. Her voice shook."No crying." Said Renee.
"Or this will get a thousand times worse."Janice stifled the
emotional fount."Yes ma'am." It had slipped out.The
responding laughter told her that she had provided just the
response that Renee wanted. The fact that it had just happened
made her feel all the more low."Okay, Juggsy....what do you have
on? I know you ran home and dressed.""A robe." Said
Janice."Uh huh. Well, we have some errands to run, but first I
need you over here. You can leave the robe on, but I want you on
the phone as you walk over, now."Janice stood up, and holding
the phone to her ear, walked to the front door. She opened and
stepped outside. Across the street, Renee was standing in her
front window watching."Cute robe," she said. "I was expecting
ankle length, but the mid thigh is even better."Janice did not
reply. She began walking toward the curb. Just as she came even
with her mailbox the voice in her ear ordered, "Stop". She could
see Renee smiling at her. "Take off you robe and hang it on
the mailbox." She barely got the words out before she began
laughing.Janice looked around. Mercifully the garbage men were
already to the end of the street. Otherwise the cul-de-sac was
vacant. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and draped it over
the mailbox. Once again she was completely bare outdoors. Even
with no one watching she felt humiliated. She looked up to see
Renee leaning forward with laughter. She lifted the phone to her
ear. "Now, I want you to jog the rest of the way."Obediently
Janice started to jog. Immediately the effect Renee was hoping
for resulted. Janice's big breasts were everywhere, bouncing as
high as her face and slapping against each other and her
shoulders. She flushed with embarrassment and tried to speed up
to shorten the ordeal, but that only made matters worse. Her
buttocks, though firm, jiggled perceptibly as she ran. By the
time she got to the front door, Renee was beside herself with
insulting laughter. Janice jogged in place on the front step
waiting for the door to open. A full ten seconds passed before
she tried the bell. Another ten passed before Renee deigned to
open it."Jesus." She said. "You are definitely going to be
doing some more of that in the future." She motioned her inside.
Janice had never been in Renee's home. It occurred to her, that
the dcor was almost exactly like something Renee might have worn.
There was too much shiny black and gold. She did not have long to
contemplate the place as her attention was drawn to the center of
the living room that had been set up like an amateur photo set. A
slickly polished black teak chair faced a digital camera set on a
tripod. Next to the tripod sat a Luis V. bag. Janice surveyed the
scene with a strange feeling of dread and awful anticipation. The
worst part of the whole setup was the knowledge that no matter
what was ordered she had no choice, but to comply. Renee did not
let her think about it for long."Okay, bitch, have a seat."
Janice swallowed hard and crossed to the chair. She sat down
and found herself facing the lens. A cold sensation formed in the
pit of her stomach as Renee moved around behind it. She smiled as
she worked the focus."My God your tits are huge. I think I
should have gotten a wide angle lens."It was too much for
Janice. A small plea escaped her despite her earlier resolve to
remain strong. "Please don't photograph me, Renee."A flash of
the strobe answered her. Renee simply replied, "aren't we
informal, addressing your owner by her first name." The strobe
flashed again. "Now, as I direct your little photo session, I
want you to respond with 'yes ma'am'. Do you understand?"Renee
peaked over the top of the camera as Janice answered in the
described affirmation."Renee smiled. "Open your legs, Juggsy.
Time to record the goods."Reluctantly, slowly Janice spread
her legs. Renee shot her a quick look and the spread blonde
answered with a subdued "yes ma'am".Her genitalia were
perfect, just like the rest of her ripe body. The perfectly
matched lips were completely hairless and slightly puffed framing
the smooth hood that just revealed her clit. Now that was
unprotected from the permanent recording of the aperture's click.
"More" said Renee."Yes, ma'am."A flash temporarily
blinded her and the deafeningly soft click followed.And so it
went. She spread her legs wider until the tension actually caused
her lips to part on their own, and each change in posture and
position was recorded with a flash and a whir of the camera. She
was photographed from every angle, at length, from a distance so
that her face was visible, and in extreme close-up, so that
anyone viewing would feel they knew her intimately. She could not
refuse. Every order for "wider" or insertion of a finger in her
slit or- in her opinion the worst- hefting her own nipple to her
own lips, was answered with an ever confirmatory, "yes ma'am".
Renee loved it. "The stupid bitch", she thought as she snapped
photo after photo. The lens of the camera was the snare that
would keep her neighbor in her service for as long as wanted, in
any way she wanted, and she had such terribly wonderful ideas.
She had Janice lean forward so that she got the "hanging" shot.
Her huge breasts were already touching the gold carpet while she
remained propped on her elbows. From the expression on Janice's
face, it was almost more than she could stand. Therein, was
Renee's payoff, but nowhere near her payback. She loved the
derision she was inflicting. She had burned for so long with the
memory of her own embarrassment that horrific evening. By the
time she was finished, she thought, the poor bitch would be a
walking...crawling synonym for public degradation, and she,
Renee, would have shown everybody that she was someone to
respect- and, she had to admit, she liked breaking her beautiful
neighbor. The expressions, the little involuntary moans or cries
of distress or disgust as she complied with the prescribed acts
and exposures, actually thrilled Renee. It was, she thought,
going to be unlimited fun. To that end, she paused and looked
over the top of the camera. "You really are freakishly
large-chested aren't you, dear? I mean, someone should have
nicknamed you "Elsie" years ago!" Janice flushed and dropped her
head. She had been so self-conscious for so long about the size
of her chest. Even when her husband suggested a dress or blouse
that gave a hint of cleavage she nixed the idea. All her life, in
gyms, at the beach, or in sports, she had been the victim of
catty remarks. Because of that she had winced at any comment or
proposed exposure. Now with her breasts hanging in front of the
camera, the "udder" reference was enough to affect her
physically. She bit her lip to fight back the tears. She could
not cry. She knew that. It would be an admission of weakness, and
would probably only encourage the cruelty that Renee found so
ready. Besides, she had been ordered not to. Renee had other
plans anyway."Okay." She said. "New theme." Janice seemed to
breathe a sigh of relief, which was just what Renee was hoping
she would do. Renee reached for the Louis V. bag and popped it
open. Whatever relief Janice was half-heartedly hoping for
evaporated instantly and a wave of starkly cold fear flooded her
senses as Renee withdrew a dildo shaped amazingly like an
outrageously large African member. It was plastic, but of a
variety that appeared like real flesh. There were even two large
scrotal orbs at its base."Oh my God" said Janice in spite of
herself. She repeated the phrase as Renee extracted another
phallus, identical except that it was clearly of a Caucasian
variety. A third, hued somewhere between the others was placed
next to them. They were all over a foot in length and as thick
around as one of Janice's tiny wrists. Janice could not help but
stare at them.They were characateurishly big, so much so, that
for a brief second the implication of them, the camera, and fact
that Renee was opening a new package of film did not compute. It
did not seem even a consideration that her body would be expected
to accommodate anything anywhere near those proportions. Renee's
voice, however, provided sudden clarification and brought the
intention home. "You might want to get really wet before we
begin this next group of shots.""What?" said Janice
incredulously."Your choice, Elsie. Either you can run to the
store like that and buy some lubricant or you better start
working on that little clitty of yours so that these big boys
don't do any real damage.""You must be joking....I can't!"
Renee smiled as she inserted the film, snapped that camera
closed, and took a quick picture of Janice to advance the
role."Uh yea, you will! But it is your choice. You want them
like you are, or prepared? Your choice." Janice could not
believe it. Her fists were clenched in a manifestation of
resistance. Slowly she looked from the three huge cocks to the
camera. If she were not wet, they would injure her terribly.
Almost numbly, her fingers unlocked and traveled down to the
small fleshy pearl between her thighs. She sighed with
resignation as the camera began clicking away again.
Suburban Paybackby Attorney Lady
Ch. 4"Okay," said Renee, "now it is time for you to get
acquainted with the big boys."An inner shudder passed through
Janice as the realization of what she was about to do came to
her. Almost mechanically she reached for the large pale phallus
and grasped its thick base. To her surprise it did not feel
plastic. Instead it had an almost fleshy texture, superficially
pliable, but immensely stiff. She held it as Renee adjusted the
camera."Silicone," said Renee, as if answering Janice's
unspoken question. "You know," she added slyly, "it is customary
to give a good friend a little kiss of greeting, isn't it
dear?"She was enjoying it too much. Still maintaining the fixed
frozen smile, Janice brought the bulbous head to her luxurious
lips. Even without lipstick and makeup they were perfect. Pursing
them she pressed them softly against the tip, and the camera
exploded again. Renee watched and savored her next words before
letting them escape."See now, that wasn't so hard."She
paused. "Well, then again, I guess it is."Janice stared
blankly."Lick it," said Renee.Janice opened her mouth and
extended her tongue to touch the dildo. The camera clicked away
as she ran it up and down the length of the shaft and then over
the tip."So hon," said Renee after the blonde had had finished
lapping the fake cock, "how about you demonstrate the limits of
your gag reflex."It was obviously not a question.Janice
looked at Renee piteously, but in an instant knew that there
would be no reconsideration. She opened her mouth further and
found that she had to stretch it even wider to accommodate the
huge member. It had barely pushed past the head and darker corona
on the shaft when the back of her throat spasmed in
protest.Renee worked the camera catching every second of Janice
struggling on the long rod. As the blonde reacted and gagged on
the offending cock her big breasts jiggled and shook slightly.
Renee was beside herself with delight. All her life she had lost
boyfriends or the attention of attractive men to bustier women,
and the resentment had been compounding for twenty years. Now
with this kind of power, she was presented with the opportunity
to pay back every one of them. She had always possessed something
of a cruel streak, but now without any prompting or real
consideration a naturally ready, mentally sadistic dominance had
awakened in her."I can just guess that Jeff is really small,"
she said.It was horrible, incredibly cruel... and worst of all,
it was true.Janice paused, eyes watering, the huge thing
extruding from her stretched mouth. Renee had struck a nerve, as
she knew she would. Her own husband had seen Jeff at the health
club changing clothes and he had remarked how pitifully the man
was hung. What she did not know, but could infer was that Jeff
was incredibly self-conscious about the size of his
member--almost as much as Janice was about the tremendous size of
her breasts and the mismatched color of her pubic hair. She
always told him that it did not matter, but too many experiences
in locker rooms and the brutal scarring of adolescent encounters
had convinced him otherwise. For the couple it had been an issue.
Renee sensed it and her next words had a monstrous
impact."Well, given that he is hung like a schoolboy, this must
be a real treat for you. I'm feeling pretty generous so I'm going
to be nice. How about...... ?" She pretended to consider then
pointed to the phallus Janice was still mouthing. "...... you put
that big guy to work in your pussy now?"She had no choice. For
a second the frozen smile faltered, delighting Renee even more,
who simply mimed a grin and pointed at the upturned corners of
her mouth. Janice miserably complied all the while giving the
singular impression to any observer, of being overjoyed. It was
excruciatingly mean. Renee clicked a couple of pictures as Janice
slowly removed the phallus from her mouth and positioned it
between her thighs. She caught a great picture of the blonde with
the big head right at the parted flesh beneath the dark wedge of
trimmed hair. As for Janice, in spite of what she really wanted
to do, she looked at her torturer and pled once again."Renee,
please don't make me do this. Please."It was sheer music to
Renee. She paused and her own lips parted. The tip of her tongue
played on one of her front teeth, and she cocked her jaw smugly.
She simply shook her head.Janice pushed the huge cock against
her vaginal opening. She had never been promiscuous and her
husband was only the second man that she had slept with, so she
had never even tried to accommodate anything that large. She
pressed and the head pushed past her shaved outer lips and the
delicate petals of those inside, like proverbial camel's nose.
Unlike the tent and camel analogy, the rest was not immediately
an easy passage. In spite of Renee's instructions as the monster
invaded her, Janice's expression changed from one of concern to
surprise, then to shock, as it stretched and penetrated her more
than she had ever been. Janice's mouth hung open in a gaunt
fashion and Renee caught it all perfectly. From her perspective,
the picture of the huge-breasted, suburban wife and mother spread
wide with her bare-lipped pussy stuffed beyond capacity was lewd
and perfect. She recovered it from several angles and
magnifications as Janice was ordered to withdraw and insert it
repeatedly. To her credit, thought Renee, the woman managed to
force a pretty convincing smile. For all anyone reviewing the
pictures would be able to tell, Janice was fucking herself of her
own free will and pleasure.When she thought she was past the
worst, she was ordered--in a final degrading punctuation--to
perform the same act with the other two "ethnicities", and then
was made to entertain two at a time until Renee pointed out that
Janice had exhibited a real "cultural sensitivity".Finally
after she had taken over an hour's worth of the most intimate and
incriminating photographs imaginable, Renee ordered Janice onto
her hands and knees for a final shot of the subordinate blonde on
her hands and knees with the big brown penis extending out behind
her. With a final click of the camera, Renee announced that it
was over. Janice took her cue and removed the dildo before
turning over to a seated position in order to stand up. She was
just beginning to rise when a snap of Renee's fingers echoed in
the room.Janice had only half-risen and stopped in a slightly
bent posture, her heavy breasts hanging forward and her bottom
pushed out. She looked over her shoulder at Renee uncertainly,
and what she saw inspired a sudden shiver of dread.Dangling
from Renee's fingers was a burgundy velvet dog collar studded
with little fake diamonds. In her other hand was a delicate
leash, the type that a grand society dame from New York might
employ."Hands and knees, bitch," she ordered. She pointed at
the floor and then at her own feet.A wretched look crossed
Janice's beautiful face. Flushing with terminally injured pride,
embarrassment and helpless anger, she got down on all fours. Her
breasts hung between her arms and her honey-colored mane fell
forward over her face and shoulders. She looked up at Renee who
smiled superiorly. The hand holding the collar closed and she
braced it against her hip. She did not speak, but instead made a
kissing sound like one calling a pet.Slowly, numbly, Janice
began crawling toward her. She tried to move carefully, but her
breasts gently knocked against each other and her upper
arms."So that is why they call them knockers!" Renee exclaimed
before dissolving into giggles.The distance across the awful
gold carpet seemed a hundred miles, but finally she arrived at
Renee's feet. Janice found herself staring straight at her awful
mistress' feet, her toes pedicured to a French tip smattered with
a gold glitter. Renee looked down at the supplicated posture of
her nude neighbor.It couldn't be any better, she thought...
that was, until an inspiring idea dawned.From above Janice's
bowed head came Renee's voice crackling with a devilish
electricity. "Uh, Elsie, Juggsy, Janice... my pet? I think I've
got something on my big toe... since you are down there, why
don't you just lick it off?"
Suburban Paybackby Attorney Lady
Ch. 5It was horrible. Janice closed her eyes tightly and
swallowed hard. Then even as she tried to put it out of her mind,
she extended her tongue and lowered her beautifully distressed
face. Renee felt the delicate damp pressure on the top of her
toe. A thrill of complete triumph and anticipation of continual
revenge passed through her as she looked down at her subjugated
neighbor. Janice was stark naked and licking her feet. It was
utter surrender. Renee noticed as the blonde leaned down even
more, the apparently hairless nature of her very intimate region.
Janice's buttocks were flared in that position. The rounded cures
coming together just at the slightly darker bud of her anus and
the gentle narrowing of her waist gave the impression of a fleshy
toned valentine. Janice despised what she was doing, but she
was well beyond refusing or even having any kind of say in the
matter. Renee "had" her in more ways than one. Between the wreck
and the information she had could jail her, she thought, and now
the sadistic bitch had near-porno photos of her. If she decided
to suggest nearly anything, Janice ultimately had no power to
refuse. So she continued licking her neighbor's toe. Then she
felt the velvety soft pressure against her neck and she knew....
Renee was fastening on the burgundy dog collar. It was a
symbolic and irreversible act. Despite the fact that she wanted
to jump to her feet, and slap the gaudy, cruel woman across the
face, Janice did not resist. Once fastened, a short interval
passed until she could detect some sort of activity involving the
collar at the back of her neck, and then she heard the muted
click that indicated the attachment of the leash. In an instant a
small icy spot started in the pit of her stomach.A sudden tug
lifted her head and she found herself looking up at Renee. It was
awful. Renee tapped her thigh and proceeded to "walk" her across
the carpet. Janice was forced to crawl, naked- jiggling and
swaying- so aware of the motion of her own body as her head was
held unnaturally up. "Oh, that's a goooood girl," laughed
Renee.She led Janice toward the front windows that faced the
street. Janice could suddenly see where they were headed.
Reflexively, she balked and her crawling slowed. It was just what
Renee had hoped for. Instantly she jerked the leash pulling
Janice forward. It made her huge breasts bounce and bobble
against each other. Before her pet could fully react, Renee took
the opportunity to lean backward and administer an admonitory
spank to her bare bottom. Janice gave a little squeak and
immediately regretted it. "How adorable!" giggled Renee. "This is
just too precious not to be shared." She dragged Janice forward
and to her great distress, Renee grasped the cord of the window
blinds and looked back at her. She smiled hatefully. "Remember
now, big smile."She stared at Janice for a second and then
pulled up the blinds. The sudden light caused the blonde to
squint. She almost dreaded opening them again, but to her
surprise when she did, there was no one there. She almost heaved
a sigh of relief except that Renee was glowering at her
indicating her displeasure.She yanked the leash pulling Janice
along with her back into the high-ceilinged foyer of the house.
Janice could not help, but remember that not 24 hours prior she
had been a modest and decent, wife and mother. Now in a cruel
interval fate had put her in the service of a monster. Renee
crossed to the front door and unfastened the leash. She reached
down and firmly grasped a thick pink nipple and lifted,
nonverbally indicating that Janice should stand. She complied and
as she did caught a slight reflection of herself in the glass of
one of the narrow windows that framed the front door. Her naked
body seemed all the more so, with only the collar on. Her thick
blonde hair was tousled and she looked like some someone had
given her a rough going over. Below the trimmed black wedge her
vaginal lips were still flared from the mighty stretching of the
huge phallic instruments. She looked like the most Americanized
image of subjugated fantasy. It made her even more
ashamed.There was little time to think of that. Renee had just
removed the leash and released her manicured hold on the nipple
when she reached forward and opened the front door. As it swung
open, Janice could see her bathrobe still hanging on the mailbox
across the street. She instinctively started to take a cautious
step forward when Renee brought her up short by a handful of her
hair."No no, Elsie," Janice winced at the words "You ask
permission before you go strolling out. Understood?""Yes,
ma'am," said Janice desperately. "May I go?"Renee chuckled and
released her hair before administering a sharp smack to the
softly pliant globes of her neighbor's shapely ass."Yes my dear
little pet. Run!"Janice did not have to be told twice.
Immediately she took off for her house. She had never been the
most graceful runner. She was never really athletic- her style
was way too ladylike- and the overly abundant nature of her
breasts for her slender frame had been a further discouragement
to pursuit in sports. She ran with a kind of girlish motion of
her hands at hip level and more inefficient lateral motion. It
delighted Renee as she realized that it also caused her backside
to bounce more and sent her breasts in an exaggerated swinging
from side to side. She was just about to the center of the street
when the sound of an automobile engine caught her attention. She
looked to her left in time to see the postman's jeep turning the
corner onto her street. For a second she froze. To her horror she
saw the eyes of her mailman, Mr. Johnson, meet hers. He was
always such a nice old man, African-American, in his late
fifties, and any other time she was always so happy to greet him
with a glass of lemonade or plate of warm cookies, but just then
he was one of the last people she would have hoped to run into.
His eyes widened and left hers as he took in the length of her
bare body. It jarred her into further flight and she took off
disregarding her body's obscene display of motion and grabbed her
robe as she sprinted to her house. She ran through the door and
into her bedroom, before throwing herself into a distressed heap
on the down comforter. God only knew what nice Mr. Johnson
would think of her. She had been forced to debase herself at the
whim of her most hated acquaintance and had ended up exposing
herself in a way that defied explanation to the mailman. What was
worse, she saw no end to the embarrassments that were inevitably
coming. She buried her face in the soft bedspread and gave a soft
sob, oblivious to the fact that she still had on the burgundy
collar.After what seemed like a half hour she began to recover
her composure. She got up and closed the robe around her body.
All she wanted at that very moment was a warm shower. She walked
into the master bathroom that smelled of potpourri and bath salts
and turned on the water. A jet of steamy water surged from the
shower head and she looked at her face in the mirror. The cursed
collar was still around her neck and she furiously reached back
to unfasten it and hurled it into the waste basket next to the
sink. Her hair still had a wild leonine quality and she ran a
hand through it to smooth the tangleThe bathroom was starting
to steam up and she slipped the robe off her shoulders and hung
draped it on a wicker clothes hamper. The water was restorative
and she was just finishing with her shower when the musical tones
of her cell phone came from the pocket of the robe. She switched
off the water and dripping grabbed it and pressed the talk
button. The giggle on the other end told her immediately who it
was. "Well, I guess you won't have to give Mr. Johnson his
Christmas tip this year, huh?"Janice said nothing. No reply was
necessary, as Renee went on."He nearly drove up on the curb. He
was blushing and stammering and you should have seen the tent in
his pants."She laughed again. Having it related like that just
deepened Janice's shame. "It confirmed what I always suspected
about blondes, even fake ones like you and the potential effect
on men."Janice almost groaned."I think," said Renee with a
strange sort of triumph in her voice, "you should take a look at
your email.""My email?" said Janice. "Uh huh. Call me back when
you do."She laughed again and then abruptly hung up. Janice
dried off and then stepped into the bedroom to put on some
clothes. She grabbed an underwire bra, a pair of panties, and
then slipped on a t shirt and pair of jeans. Having them on was a
comforting return to her regular attire. She left the bedroom and
walked back to the study where the desk top computer was sitting
on the small desk from Ikea. She took a seat and logged on. The
screensaver was picture of her daughter and her sitting on a park
bench. They looked delighted with each others company. She
thought of what she had been forced to endure in order to protect
the continuation of her "normal" life."For you, dear," she
said. "For us."She went to her email and opened the inbox.
There was one new email. She looked at the title of the sender
Queenbeesting@r&rtravelagency.com. With a feeling of dread she
clicked on "open". It read: "Elsie darling, looking forward to
working with you. I think I got your good side by the way." It
was signed simply, "the boss".For a second Janice stared at the
included link. It read eros-usa.com/escort/LC. Then taking a
final breath, she left-clicked her mouse. A second later the page
opened. Had anyone been nearby, they would have startled at the
small scream that escaped her. There on the screen in front of
her was one of the pictures of her orally luxuriating on the
brown silicon penis. She had been there doing it, but somehow
seeing the image of her spread-legged with a luminous smile on
her face as she licked the shaft, made it seem even more awfully
real. Her parted highs revealed the pale pink of the open lips
and the black patch above them stood out even more. She read the
text. It was an advertisement for "escort" services."I'm L.C."
it said, "your blonde pet for an evening or an hour. I'm a
housewife with a wild side and a taste for the more expensive
part of the good life. Be generous and I'll make every fantasy
come true. Love costumes and roleplay. I am available for
parties, couples and that special one-on-one. I'm open-minded and
ready to please." Janice could not believe it. There were two
other photos, one of her with the black phallus in her pussy- a
pixilation covering the actual penetration- and the white one in
her mouth and another with her on all fours and her breasts
hanging. In all three her face and body were unmistakable. She
saw the contact numbers listed at the bottom. It was Renee's
cell. She reread the words, "parties", "couples", and
"open-minded". The connotations were devastatingly bad. She
stared at the screen for almost fifteen shocked minutes before
remembering the instructions Renee had given her earlier. With a
shaky hand she picked up the telephone.It rang twice before
Renee's voice answered, "Yes?" There were a hundred things that
Janice might have said, but when she heard Renee's voice the
awful potential of the ad overwhelmed her."Please, Renee, don't
make me do this." Her voice had a miserable whine to it. The
effect for Renee was right on target."Oh Elsie, now what would
be the fun in that? This is just the beginning. In fact," she
laughed, "I already have some clients lined up for you."Janice
could not reply. She was shocked. Renee was far more evil than
she could have ever imagined. She was literally planning to turn
her into a call girl. And as the coldly incomprehensible
potential of that occurred to her, Janice realized there was
nothing she could do to stop her. Renee had realized that too
long ago. She went on in a less pleasant tone of voice. "Here's
what is going to happen. We have certain clients that use our
travel agency, special clients. They require a certain "catering"
to their needs. They often have certain desires and are used to
getting what they want. You are just an extension of those
services."She paused before going on. She was loving it. Janice
could tell."Many of them are demanding. Your job will be to do
exactly as you are told and make sure they are happy. Sometimes
you will be given very important instructions on what to wear or
how you will behave....I had better never hear that you have not
fulfilled a client's desires to the fullest...or you can say
good-bye to your little life, your pasty husband, and that sweet
little daughter of yours who will be stigmatized for life by a
mommy who was a prostitute and a murderer....am I
understood?"The silence on the line hung for a second. Janice
had blushed a deep shade of scarlet from anger, frustration, and
humiliation. "Yes, ma'am," she said.The "ma'am" was not lost
on Renee. She chuckled softly. "You might just get to keep this
double life after all. Now, I have a few little tasks for you
today...because your first appointment is at one."
...................................Janice pulled the SUV into
the small section of the little shopping center. She parked at
the far end of the lot from the store that was her destination
and contemplated the horror that involved her and that she was
powerless to escape. She was going to have to sell her body to
any person that Renee approved. In actuality it was Renee that
was doing the brokering. Janice was even less in the process. She
was the commodity, or rather her beauty and dignity was. She
looked out through the windshield at the sign. The name of the
store was French Kiss. It was obviously a clothing shop for
exotic dancers and supplier to the bachelor and bachelorette
party shopper. She climbed out of her car and walked to the front
door. Twice, she looked around to make sure no one saw her going
in. The store was not busy, and as she stepped through the door
she saw a single bored female clerk reading a magazine at the
counter. The girl was wearing a goth-style top and had black
spiked hair. She was only slightly less busty than Janice and her
proprietorship gave the establishment a slightly wilder
connotation than was already there. Janice did not know what to
do with herself at first. She looked to her right and was
confronted by a rack of penis-shaped party favors. Immediately
she turned away and found herself face to face with the costume
section of the store. Tiny thongs and extremely brief mock
military, police, nurse, and other get ups were hanging on
clothing trees. She looked back and the clerk was watching her
over the magazine. "Are you looking for something?""Uh,
I...was supposed to pick up a package." "Okay," she said, "what
was the name.""Janice."The girl stepped back and started
looking through a box of order slips. After a moment she said,
"No, I don't see anything. Could it be another name?" She had
apparently been used to dealing with dancers who had to use
aliases. With a great deal of effort Janice asked her to try
L.C."Oh yea, here it is." Then she added, "Oh and you are
supposed to try everything on. Come on back with me."She went
to the front door and turned over a be-back-soon sign, and then
led Janice to a partitioned area that fronted a small dressing
room. Against one wall was a large box with "Elsie" scrawled on
the top. The clerk stood with her hands on her hips and an
expectant look on her face. It was suddenly apparent to Janice
that she was expected to try on the garments. It was also
apparent that the young woman intended to watch as she did it.
"You really don't have to stay here. I can try these on by
myself.""Sorry," said the clerk, "but it's policy. Have to have
a clerk here."Janice turned red and couldn't help but think she
saw a glint of prurient interest in the clerk's eye as she
started to pull the t shirt over her head. When the jeans slid
down her legs she was burning with embarrassment, but there was
no going back. She thought about protecting her family from the
awful secret of her crime and slipped the bra and panties off.
The first items in the box were a pile of the tiniest thongs she
had ever seen. Standing there in the buff she noticed the clerk
looking her over. A slight smile played across her lips as she
stared at the patch of hair on her mons."Not exactly a natural
are ya, hon?"Janice ignored the remark and took a pair of v
string panties and pulled them on. It barely covered her pubic
hair and she could feel the two branches of string come together
right against her ass. The thin thread was truly like floss, and
by the feel, she knew it was not covering her lips. The clerk
grinned and watched as the process was repeated with each item.
There were several outfits, and when Janice pulled on the final
selection- a navy pinstrip miniskirt, very snug undersized white
tuxedo blouse that was just sheer enough to accentuate the shape
and color difference of her areola, and the short pinstripe
jacket that came just below her waist and did not fasten
completely in the front- the cell phone rang. Janice could see
herself in the mirror. She looked like a bimbo secretary that was
trying to look classy, but just came off ridiculously slutty. She
clicked the cell phone."So got your new wardrobe?" asked
Renee."Yes," said Janice."Good," she said. "Your appointment
has been moved up. Need you there in an hour.""An...hour?""Uh
huh...major client. Very demanding. He has already paid for you.
He'll be at the Embassy Arms. Room 436. He wants you to come
dressed like a secretary. You'll find that outfit in the package
you are picking up.""I have it on," said Janice. Her voice was
muted. The phrase, he has already paid for you, had the finality
of her new status in the world."Good...is the clerk there? Let
me talk to her."Janice handed the phone to the girl who
apparently had enough of a relationship with Renee to be this
familiar."Uh huh. Yes," she said looking at Janice. "Oh yea.
The v string. Yes! Uhm, probably black stiletto heels. Sure." She
giggled and handed the phone back to Janice. Janice gathered
her new wardrobe together and put the clothes she had worn in
back into the box. The sensation of the thin strip of cloth of
the v string insinuated into her pussy as she moved and was
distracting. She also had to be careful to pay attention to the
skirt as it had a tendency to ride up her thighs a bit. She made
her way back to the SUV carefully walking on her new spiked
heels. She had no idea how she would drive in them. As she
climbed into the front seat, the skirt stretched up and gave a
brief flash that had anyone been carefully looking and close
enough, would have shown the brief panty front askew and a full
lip exposed. She sat in the front seat not daring to think about
what she was now driving to do.It was not a long trip. Janice
pulled up in front of the hotel and parked in the lot just beyond
the valet area. As she strode across the asphalt toward the
entrance, two business men were coming out of the hotel
restaurant and gave her a smirking appraisal up and down.
Instinctively Janice grasped the hem of her skirt pulling it
down. She also clutched the sides of the undersized business
jacket and pulled it hard to approximate across her chest. She
felt that everyone who saw her must know what she was there to
do. She walked through the large doors, across the marble
entryway and over to the elevators. Once inside she pressed the
number 4 and waited as it slowly began to rise. Her stomach was
in a knot. She wanted more than anything to flee the elevator; to
run back to her car, throw these ridiculous clothes away, and
never look back, but she knew it would not last. Renee would
gladly ruin her and see her imprisoned. That was why, when the
bell rang and the doors opened, she did not press the down
button, but stepped out of the lift and started along the
hallwayRoom 436 was in a row of suites. She stood outside
the door for a few minutes before summoning the nerve to knock. A
minute passed with no answer. She knocked again and this time
heard movement within the room. A second later the door opened. A
swarthy man opened the door. He was only an inch taller than her,
in his late forties, dressed in an expensive shirt and dress
pants. He had on suspenders, probably to accommodate the slight
paunch that was evident beneath his expensive attire. He was bald
with heavy dark eyebrows and a thin mustache. Behind him the room
had the aroma of expensive cigar smoke. He wolfishly looked her
over taking in the slender, well-formed legs and thighs, her
narrow waist and the barely contained swell of her breasts under
the faux-executive outfit."Come in," he saidJanice walked
into the suite. It was a palacial set up. Behind her the man
watched her enjoying the way her buttocks moved slightly under
the skirt. Her hips were full and luxurious. She was an absolute
palomino, he thought. The afternoon was definitely going to be
one to remember. He walked past her and sat in a large
overstuffed chair without offering Janice a place to sit. Once he
was settled in he appraised her again. Janice was intensely
uncomfortable. She felt like a piece of meat. They both knew he
had purchased the privilege of doing whatever he wanted and he
seemed intent on savoring it."I understand you are new to the
business?""Yes," said Janice."Hmm. Turn around for
me."Slowly Janice turned around. Her bottom shifted under the
skirt and her blonde hair slipped across her shoulders. When she
completed the turn he was smiling harshly and a bulge was evident
in his pants. To her concern she saw that it was quite
prominent."Very nice," he said. "Take off the jacket."Her eyes
dropping demurely, as Janice slipped it off her shoulders. The
movement caused her disproportionately large bosom to strain
against the white blouse. The man noticed that as it stretched
the cloth, the nipples stood out against the material and the
whole shape and shade of them was momentarily evident. His penis
stirred even more. She was beautiful and her reluctance was not
well disguised. It made the situation even more arousing for him.
His name was Alberto Prevot. His business was officially, real
estate, but he dabbled in some other less acceptable, strip clubs
across the country. He was also a silent partner in the R&R
Travel Agency. For some time he had suggested that a high end
entertainment/escort capability be provided for clients that
could afford it. When Renee had spoken to him about the potential
of her neighbor, he had been intrigued and agreed to "break her
in". He was ruthless and had a knack for sensing the
vulnerabilities in his business opponents and exploiting then
fully. The predatory instinct was suddenly aroused watching the
gorgeous blonde doing his bidding. It was one thing to defile a
whore; quite another to defile a lady. Janice dropped the
jacket. She stood before him balancing on the spike heels in just
the slightly stretchy pin-stripe skirt, a pair of v back panties,
and the white top. The man looked her over like she was something
on a dessert tray. The bulge in his trousers was now a tenting.
The overt display was unnerving, but what concerned her all the
more were the apparent dimensions of his penis."Take off the
skirt."She reached back and unzipped. With a slight tug, it
rode down off her hips. The high riding strings of the
abbreviated thong came into view and as the skirt dropped below
her thighs and she stepped out, the front panel of the panty
betrayed its poor coverage of her womanhood. "Now the top," he
said rolling an expensive cigar between his fingers. His eyes
glittered.There were only four buttons. Janice unfastened them
and as the third was opened, the tension of her captive breasts
pressed it open so that they spilled out in voluptuous bounty.
The thick nipples hardened with the sudden exposure to the air
conditioning. With the final button unfastened, she slipped it
off her back and dropped it. Now her only garment was the
ridiculously brief thong.Alberto could not help but be
impressed. The woman was startlingly beautiful. And in just the
last vestige of clothing with her outrageously big breasts
standing out from her chest with just the hint of sag and heft,
she was magnificent. He had been with some world class women,
given his wealth and business connections, but this one was in a
class by herself. It was obvious that her bust was natural, as
even the slightest shift on the stilt-like shoes, made them shake
and tremor. Without a word his eyes dropped to the patch covering
her pubic mound. He simply nodded for her to continue.Janice
had realized that she would have to go through with whatever he
wanted. She just hoped she would be able to stand it afterwards.
So she said nothing as he made the gesture, and reached down to
pull off the panties. She was just hooking her thumbs in the top
strings, when she was interrupted by the man clearing his throat.
She looked at him. He shook his head negatively and gave a
twirling motion with the two fingers holding the cigar."Turn
around while you do it."A slight blush passed across her
features. She knew what that view would show as she bent to pull
them down. On the other hand he would see that part of her
eventually, and she had no choice. She turned and bent to pull
them down."Keep your knees straight," he said.She did as he
instructed bending over, straight-legged as she dragged the
meager fabric down her legs. The pale shaved vaginal lips were in
plain view and above it, the slightly darker hued, tight ring of
her ass. As the pushed the panty down over her shoes, he could
see the dark pattern of her trimmed muff."Turn around," he
ordered again.She straightened and turned back around. She knew
better than to try covering with her hands, so she stood before
him completely exposed. It was all Alberto could do not to leap
out of his chair and drive her onto the carpet with his cock
buried in her to the hilt. Instead he calmly ordered her to crawl
to him.Janice lowered herself for the second time that day into
a nude all-fours posture and began crawling across the carpet.
She was eye level with the thickly outlined prominence in his
pants. And as she came closer she saw it twitch like an awakening
giant. He smiled as she paused with her gorgeous face above his
lap. "Take out my cock."There was moment, just a moment, when
she looked like she might cry or refuse, but she quickly overcame
the internal resistance and reached up to unbuckle his expensive
belt. The top of her hand brushed against the hardness surprising
her. She unfastened his pants, and then tugged the zipper down.
He was wearing bikini underwear (an image of those wealthy
overweight European men in Speedos suddenly occurred to her) and
as the final confinement of the shorts was pulled down, the huge
stalk of meat sprang out from his paunchy belly. It was as big
as she had estimated, nine inches at least, and it was still not
completely stiff. It was also thick with heavy dark veins and a
large head like a small plum. She said nothing at first. Her
husband, probably because of his embarrassment at his own
self-declared small size, had never really displayed himself to
her in a blatant way. When they made love or she performed on
him, it was always in muted light. Now she was facing one that
was twice as long as Jeff's and in the open light of day. What
was worse, Alberto seemed to read her mind."Never had one this
big," he declared and for emphasis made it twitch using his
pelvic muscles. It was an arrogant, repulsive display. The man
was a pig, she thought. An impulsive desire to slap his face
arose in her, but she squelched it. She looked at his cock. It
was a dark tan there were no tan lines anywhere."He tans in the
nude," she thought.At its base she saw a full heavy scrotum
shaved smooth. Surrounding it was a coat of the coarsest black
hair. It matched the wiry effusion of hair that started at the
base of his rod. She had a dreadful suspicion that she was about
to have to couple with a man that looked like some kind of
beast."Suck it," he said, breaking her thought process.This
was it, the final step in her domination, she realized. Sex with
a stranger. She looked at the stiff member and with a resigned
closing of her eyes, opened her mouth and licked the underside of
the head. The man groaned and settled in for what she realized
was going to be a full treatment with her mouth.She grasped
around the base finding that one hand barely encircled it.
Opening as wide as she could and careful to keep her lips tightly
fixed over her teeth she slipped her mouth around the bulbous
head. It was already almost a mouthful. She rolled her tongue and
heard a groan from the subject of her treatment. She opened her
eyes and found herself looking into the direct stare of the man.
From his perspective, he had never seen anything more sensual
than this. A beautiful blonde, an amateur surely, with her mouth
grossly stretched around his cock and her eyes wide in surprise
and mild distress was like Viagra incarnate. It was like
symbolically sexually conquering every one of those hot,
self-righteous, upper middle-class bitches, that given the right
circumstances, would be right where the blonde was; on her knees
with his big brown dick knocking at the door of her throat. He
reached forward and grabbed a double handful of her thick hair
and guided her farther down on the shaft.For Janice it was a
real violation. She was taking more cock that she had ever
anticipated, and her body responded. As the knob impacted the
back of her throat she gagged and her eyes widened. Contrary to a
considerate lover's response, Alberto did not let up on the force
feeding of his cock. He began a pistoning motion, humping his
hips and guiding her lovely face up and down as she struggled and
gagged around his stalk. She was taking seven inches in and out
with great difficulty, but that made it all the more intense an
experience for him. She was drooling around his big tool, which
with the added stimulation had enlarged a little more. His pubic
hair was damp and the entire shaft was slick and shiny with
spittle. It went on and on, her face taking a royal fucking until
he was just on the verge of climaxing. Just before he was about
to explode, he lifted her face completely off his penis and
looked at her face. Her eyes were watering, and her lips were wet
and even more pouty as they remained parted. She looked
completely used."You love sucking cock, don't you?" he said
cruelly.Janice's eyes watered just a bit more. She knew the
answer she was supposed to give regardless of it being opposite
to the truth. "Yes," she said.He smiled. "Well, that is all
you can have for a while. Because now.......I want you bent over
the desk. You are playing the secretary theme, right?"Janice
looked over at the desk. It was facing the window. He was going
to have her like that. She felt a sense of complete revulsion,
but climbed to her feet and walked across the room jiggling and
shaking as she tried to travel on the unstable shoes. Alberto
watched her thinking that he might just have to make a return
visit in the near future. Her big boobs, jostled and her ass
shook slightly as she approached the low desk. She stood in front
of it and looked back at him. He estimated her position with an
experienced eye as he stood up and started to undress. "Take a
step back," he ordered, and when she had complied, "Now bend over
and put those elbows on the desk.He had guessed right. At that
distance when she placed her elbows on the smooth table top with
her feet flat on the floor, her entire body was suspended above
the floor. Her little pussy was easily accessible, and her huge
breasts hung straight toward the carpet. Alberto chuckled as he
took off his shirt. Janice looked back and saw that her earlier
fears were realized. He was hairy and the big belly and his short
stature only made him all the more ape like. Worse, as he turned
she saw the hair on his back. In just a short time he was
completely naked and his offensive cock was still just as turgid
and wet as she had made it. He took a step toward her. Time to
really introduce you to the job, sweetie," he said and chuckling
added, "Maybe a little DICKtation!" 


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