An Unwanted Boyfriend

An Unwanted Boyfriend

Chapter 3: Morning with the Neighbor:

  Heather hung up the phone with a sigh. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had called in sick to work… again. Her boss, Mr. Fields, wasn’t happy. He had been quite irritated, in fact. He had told her that if she missed another day, a doctor’s excuse would be required. Heather crossed her arms across her breasts and rubbed her bare arms with her hands. She had to get the “Steve Situation” under control… her life was falling apart and, if she called into work again she would probably lose her job. Actually, she thought to herself, her job was the least of her worries. For the past two days, Heather had endured the most unimaginable humiliation at the hands of a man she barely knew and a neighbor whom she hated. She had to come up with a plan… she obviously couldn’t run from the problem. Steve wasn’t going away. The events of the previous evening made that fact painfully clear. And now, her despicable neighbor, Mary, had become involved. What could she do???

  Heather stood up from her bed and walked across the room. Placing her hands on top of the dresser, she bent forward and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still the same pretty girl… blonde, petite and beautiful. Heather’s bottom lip quivered and she felt warm tears start from her eyes. For the first time in her life, Heather wished she wasn’t pretty. If she were an ugly tramp like Mary, none of this would be happening. She had always thought her beauty made her powerful… men melted under her gaze and women were envious. If she wanted something from a man, all she had to do was to flash her smile and she had complete control. It had been that way all of her life. Then, Steve came along. He had turned her beauty against her and taken complete control.

  Heather smoothed her nightgown over her trim stomach and stared hard into the mirror. Think, girl! There has to be a way to take back control! Her bare toes clenched on the soft carpet. Heather’s mind was racing… Steve had nude pictures of her… that was his trump card. She couldn’t go to the police. He would only have to produce the pictures and claim everything was consensual. Why did she let him take control? Her mind churned angrily. She couldn’t go to her parents… they would only blame her. She couldn’t get her friends involved. What to do?? What to do??

  Heather collapsed onto the bed and grabbed the remote control. She flipped on the television and began to aimlessly scroll through the channels. Suddenly, a commercial caught her eye. She stopped scrolling and turned up the volume. A tall skinny man wearing a tacky suit stood in front of a business waving his hands at the television screen in an animated fashion. The sign above the building read: “The Spy Shop” … the man continued his impassioned plea for business… “Do you think your significant other is cheating on you? Do you suspect your babysitter or housekeeper is stealing from you? Do you need proof? Well, let  The Spy Shop be your helper! We have the latest gadgets available… hidden cameras, microscopic recording devices, miniscule video recorders… you name it and The Spy Shop has it! Let us be your private spy! You can record anyone, anywhere, anytime… It’s our guarantee! Just call us at…” Heather grabbed a pen from her nightstand and fumbled for a scrap of paper. She jotted down the telephone number as the dork rattled it off.

  Spy cameras… hidden video recorders… this was perfect! This was exactly what she needed! Steve may have nude pictures but, if she had video recordings of the actual events, then she could go to the police… they would have to believe her. Heck! She may not even need to go to the police… she could just threaten Steve with legal action and he would crack like the fool he was! Heather smiled. For the first time in 48 hours she began to feel halfway decent. Now she had a plan. She would go the The Spy Shop later in the afternoon… First, she had to deal with her neighbor. Mary had demanded Heather be at her apartment early that morning… what could she want? 

  Heather glanced at the digital clock beside her bed… 8:02... Damn! She had to be at Mary’s apartment at 9:00. Should she even go? Heather ran her lithe fingers through her thick blonde hair. Yeah… she had better go… she didn’t want to give Mary or Steve any cause for suspicion… let them think they were in control… Heather’s time was coming soon. Besides, Steve wouldn’t be there. Mary would be alone and Heather was confident she could handle Mary. Today is a new day!

  With a slight smile, Heather walked into the bathroom. Revenge was coming. Revenge would be sweet!

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    At 8:59, Heather stood in front of Mary’s door. She had dressed casually. She wore a simple white t-shirt with the words “So What” emblazoned across the front. Blue jeans and sandals rounded out her attire. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and her sunglasses rested on the tip of her nose. She momentarily thought of turning around and walking away but reconsidered. Let them think they’re in control… their time is coming…

  Heather knocked quietly on Mary’s door. After several seconds, the door opened and Mary stood glaring at her. “Well, I see you can be on time when you want to be.” Mary laughed without humor. “Come on in, bitch.” She motioned Heather into the living room. 

  Heather stood in the living room with her hands crossed in front of herself. “Mary, I don’t know what you and Steve discussed, but whatever he told you is likely a lie. I know we haven’t gotten along but, I’m willing to put our past as well as the events of last night behind us. There’s really no reason to create anymore difficulties for either of us.” Heather glanced at Mary, gauging her reaction.

  “The difficulty is your’s, bitch.” Mary took a step in Heather’s direction. “Steve told me more than enough and what happened last night is just the tip of the iceberg. Don’t even try to talk your way out of this. Steve emailed me copies of your pictures… in fact, they’re quite flattering,… only, I’d be willing to bet your parents wouldn’t enjoy seeing them.” Mary smiled into Heather’s face. “I’ve been watching your lazy ass for a long time… you think you’re little Miss Perfect. Well, I have some news for you… you’re not. And, today you’re going to find that out. You see, you’re my little maid this morning… you’ll do what I say, when I say. Any back talk and your parents get some nice pictures in their mailbox. Do you understand” Mary smirked with her hands on her fat hips.

  Heather was mortified. Steve had emailed her pictures to Mary? Now two people had her naked photos… Heather’s mind raced. “Mary, I don’t want to have this argument with you. I came here this morning to offer a truce. We don’t need to be this way to each other…” Heather looked at Mary hopefully.

  “Whatever, cunt.” Mary laughed. “Today, you’re my little maid.” Mary walked over to the couch and picked up an apron. She shook the garment out and looked at Heather. “Well, maid. I guess you had better get into uniform.” Mary thrust the apron into Heather’s face.

  Heather took the apron from Mary hesitantly and remained standing in the center of the room.

  “Well? Put it on, bitch!”, Mary demanded.

  Heather put the apron around her neck and began to tie the strings behind her.

  “What are you doing, dingbat?” Mary appeared to be angry. “The apron is your uniform. Nothing more! Now strip!”

  Heather looked at Mary pleadingly. “Mary, I don’t think…”

  “That’s right! You don’t think! You obey! Now strip!”, Mary screamed. “Get your damned clothes off and put on the apron, bitch!”

  Heather’s mind was racing almost as fast as her heart. She felt anger swelling in her breast. Suddenly she threw the apron on the floor at Mary’s feet. “I don’t think I’ll be your little maid today, Mary! And I’m certainly not about to take my clothes off. If you want your filthy apartment cleaned, then do it yourself!” Heather turned on her heel and walked quickly towards the door.

  “Fine. Have it your way, you stupid little cunt. I guess I’ll just be sending those pictures to your parents and, while I’m at it, maybe your job should get a surprise envelope in the mail… wouldn’t your boss be thrilled?” Mary smiled as Heather hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. “Oh, and I’ll be calling Steve right away. I’m sure he’ll be most unhappy to hear about your disobedience. He was just telling me last night how upset he was with your unruly behavior and failure to what you’re told.” Mary could see her words were having the desired effect. Heather had paused at the door and stood looking down at the floor. “Well? What are you waiting for? Go on ahead. Make your stand, girl. Just see what happens.” Mary laughed. Heather removed her hand from the doorknob and turned slowly to face Mary. She held her eyes to the ground. “Well? I thought you were leaving, bitch.” Mary sneered at Heather.

  Heather was trembling with a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation. “Mary, please. I don’t know why you hate me so much. I haven’t done anything to you. Please just let me go and leave me alone.”

  Mary took a step forward and grabbed Heather’s ponytail, pulling her head backwards. With her nose in Heather’s face Mary said, “I’ll tell you why I hate you, bitch. Because you’re a stuck up little whore. You think just because you’re beautiful that everyone should worship the ground you walk on. You prance around in those tight jeans with your cute little ass shaking, wearing your skimpy little t-shirts, showing off your big boobs… I’ve seen your kind before. Nothing but a little harlot with your nose in the air.” Mary released Heather’s hair and took a step back. “You’ve got a choice to make, little girl. I’m going to count to twenty. By the time I’m finished you had better be naked… or else!”

Mary began to count. “One… two…”

With her hands shaking, Heather pulled off her sandals and stood barefoot on the carpet.

“Three… four…five…six”

Heather unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper, revealing her dainty panties.

“Seven…eight…nine”

Heather pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, dropping it on the floor.

Mary was in ecstasy. She stood with her hands on her hips, consumed with a feeling of power over her helpless neighbor. Heather was so cute standing barefoot with her breasts heaving in her bra. Her bare stomach was flat and tan. Her jeans were unfastened showing off her adorable navel and lower tummy. Mary continued her countdown. “Ten…eleven…twelve…thirteen… move it, girl!”

Heather pushed her tight jeans down her bare legs and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. She stood wearing only her skimpy bra and panties.

“Fourteen….fifteen…sixteen…”

Heather reached behind her back and fumbled with the clasp to her bra. She let the garment fall away, her naked breasts jiggled enticingly.

“Seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…”

Heather hitched her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them to the floor.

“And… twenty…”

Heather stood nude in front of Mary, yet again. She tried to conceal her nakedness with her arms, without success.

“Pick up your clothes and fold them nicely, little girl.” Mary motioned at the pile of garments at Heather’s feet. Heather bent down to retrieve her clothes.

Mary moved slightly to get a better view of Heather’s bare backside as she bent forward and began folding her clothing. What an ass, she thought to herself. She had always admired Heather’s beauty and longed to see her sexy neighbor undressed. This was a dream come true.

Heather finished folding her clothing and stood back up with the garments in her arms.

“Put them on the couch and pick up your apron.”, Mary commanded.

Heather slowly shuffled across the room and placed her clothes on the couch. Leaning forward, she picked up the apron and pulled it over her head and tied the strings behind her back. 

“There. Don’t we look nice?”, Mary smiled.

Heather was appalled. The apron was painfully short, barely coming to the top of her thighs. Her breasts stuck out from the sides of the garment in an obscene fashion. And, of course, her entire backside was on full display.

“Let’s go!” Mary clapped her hands. “You can start in the kitchen. I want the counters cleaned and the floor scrubbed. The cleaning supplies are under the sink. Get moving!” Mary swatted Heather’s bare ass and pushed her towards the kitchen.

Heather went into the kitchen and took out a bucket, sponge and cleaning spray from under the sink. She could feel Mary’s gaze on her bare butt as she filled the bucket with water. Once full, she placed the pail on the counter and began wiping down the stove top and sink area.

Mary stood in the doorway to the kitchen leaning against the wall, watching her work. Occasionally, Mary would make snide comments and remark on various features of Heather’s body. “That mole on your shoulder sure is cute.”… “Look how dirty the bottoms of your feet are.”… “Why are your nipples hard? It’s not cold in here.”… “Nice curve in your back. It compliments your pretty little ass crack.” The comments went on and on. Heather was blushing with shame and humiliation. Mary also took to pointing out areas of the kitchen which Heather had missed. “There’s a spot on the stove. Clean it up.”… “Don’t miss that smudge on the refrigerator.”… “Wipe off the faucet. It looks smeared.” On and on it went…

Once finished with the kitchen, they proceeded to the bathroom. This experience proved to be even worse than the kitchen. While cleaning the bathroom, Heather found herself to be constantly bent over or worse yet, on her knees.  Mary stood behind her the whole time, ogling at her nudity and making crude comments. For a short time, Mary left the room and Heather thought she may be left alone. She was mistaken. Mary returned carrying a short riding crop in her hand. She proceeded to swat Heather’s butt every time she issued an order. “You missed a spot, bitch.” Swat! “Clean that toilet. Get the stain off the side.” Swat! After several swats, Heather’s ass cheeks began to burn. “You had better stop missing spots or your whole ass will be red and welted, cunt.” Mary laughed cruelly.

Finally, the bathroom was finished. Mary led Heather by the arm into the hallway and opened the closet door. Pointing to the vacuum cleaner she said simply, “I want these carpets looking fresh.”

Mary sat down on the couch and began reading a magazine while Heather vacuumed. However, her eyes spent more time on Heather than the magazine.

Heather pushed the vacuum back and forth. She tried to pretend Mary wasn’t in the room. The feel of her eyes roaming over her bare flesh made Heather’s skin crawl.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Startled, Heather jumped and turned off the vacuum. She watched Mary stand up and walk to the door. Heather retreated into the kitchen holding her arms over her bare breasts and pulling at the bottom of the apron. She heard the door open and another female voice.

“Hey, Mary. What’s going on?”, the new voice said.

“Hi, Meg. Come on in. I was just waiting for my new maid to finish cleaning. Have a seat.”

Heather cowered in the corner of the kitchen, shaking with embarrassment. Suddenly, Mary called out to her.

“Heather! Where are you? Come out here and say hello to my friend.”

Heather remained where she was, afraid to move. “Mary, please. I don’t want to.”

“Nonsense!” Mary suddenly appeared the kitchen doorway. “Get your little ass out here this instant and stop being rude.” Mary pointed to the living room.

Meekly, with her hands over her breasts, Heather walked past Mary into the living room. The carpet felt cold under her bare feet.

The new guest was sitting on the couch. Heather had seen her before, coming and going from Mary’s apartment. The woman was an obvious dike. Heather looked at her nervously. She was wearing black boots work boots and faded jeans with a hole in the knee. She wore a black t-shirt with the name of a popular rock band emblazoned on the front. The woman was slightly pudgy and much too muscular for a girl. Her hair was dyed black and cut short in the classic “butch” fashion. She had a large tattoo on her upper right arm of a broken heart with the name Sandra written across it and a dagger through the middle.

“Say hello to Meg, bitch.”, Mary commanded.

“Hi.” Heather’s voice was barely audible and she was blushing from the top of her head to the bottom of her cute toes. She wanted to melt into the carpet.

“This is Heather, Meg. You know. She’s the little cutie from next door that you’re always checking out.”, Mary said.

“Oh yeah… Well, hello Heather… nice to see you” Meg emphasized the word “see” as her eyes took in the barely concealed girl. “You sure look nice.” Meg smiled at Heather.

“Heather has agreed to clean my house in return for my not revealing some, shall we say, embarrassing photos.” Mary winked at Meg.

“Cool. Why don’t you step on out here and let me get a good look at you, Heather. I’ve had my eye on you for a while.” Meg motioned with her hand and pointed to the center of the living room.

Heather looked at Mary. “Maybe I should just finish vacuuming and get out of your way. I’m almost done.”

“Never mind the vacuuming, girl. Meg wants to have a look at you. Let’s not keep her waiting. Get over there.” Mary pointed towards Meg.

Totally shamed, Heather shuffled to the center of the room and stood facing Meg.

“Wow! I like the apron… nice touch!”, Meg said. “She’s got some nice legs and pretty feet. Can’t tell about her tits though, what with her hands all folded over herself like that.”

“Stop covering up, girl. You’ve got nothing to hide.”, Mary barked. “Put your hands down and let Meg see those melons.”

Heather lowered her hands to her sides and stood looking at her bare feet.

“Mmmm…mmm! She sure is a sweetie. How does the rest of her look?”, Meg asked, glancing at Mary.

Mary stood with her hands on her hips, enjoying Heather’s shame. “Take off that apron and let Meg get a proper look at you, girl.”, Mary demanded.

Her command shocked Heather. “Mary, I…”

“Shut up! Get the apron off now and stop your belly-aching!” Mary’s words were final.

Reluctantly, Heather unfastened the ties and lifted the apron over her head. She stood holding the garment in front of her. Mary stepped forward and slapped Heather’s bare butt. “Drop the damned apron and stand with your hands on your head… legs apart. Do it now!” 

Heather dropped the apron onto the floor and placed her hands on top of her head.

Meg let out a long whistle. “Whoa doggies! You sure are sweet!” Meg looked in Mary’s direction. “She sure has some nice boobies and that has to be the cutest little belly button I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Meg stood up and walked over to stand in front of Heather. She eyed her from head to toe. Then, she walked around behind her. Heather felt Meg’s hand cup her bare ass cheek. “Oh yeah, baby! I’ve had my eye on you for a long time.” Meg squatted down where her eyes were level with Heather’s ass. She placed a hand on each cheek and pulled Heather’s crack apart. “You an ass virgin, sweetie?”

Heather squirmed under Megs probing hands. “Please stop.”

“Answer Meg, bitch! She asked you a question!” Mary walked over and stood in front of Heather.

Heather felt trapped. Standing naked with her hands on her head with Meg kneeling behind her and Mary standing inches in front of her, Heather began to cry.

“Aw… stop the crying, sweetie. We’ll take good care of you.” Meg stood up and pulled the band from Heather’s hair, releasing her ponytail. She ran her fingers through Heather’s hair and reached around and pinched her exposed nipples. “Don’t be such a baby.”

Mary put her hands on Heather’s cheeks and pulled her forward, kissing her full on the lips. Heather tried to back away but Meg was right behind her with her arms around Heather’s waist, fondling her breasts and bare stomach. Heather felt Mary’s tongue slide into her mouth and felt Meg’s hand moving lower, caressing her pubic hair. She felt a finger slide into her slit.

Heather pulled violently away, trying to bolt for the door. Meg was on her in a split second, grabbing her by the hair and locking an arm around her throat. Heather felt Mary’s fat hands around her bare ankles and, suddenly, Heather was on the ground with Meg sitting on her back. Mary spanked her ass savagely. “Where are you going, bitch? We’re not done with you!”

“Please! Let me go!” Heather was weeping uncontrollably. Why had she even come here?

“Let’s get her to the bedroom and introduce her to Jacque.”, Meg said.

“Oh yeah. You think she can handle Jacque?”, Mary asked.

“Who cares. She has no choice.” Meg laughed.

Meg grabbed Heather’s arms, pulling them behind her, while Mary grasped her ankles. 

Heather felt herself being lifted up. The two women carried her down the hallway and into the bedroom. They threw her onto the bed. Heather rose to her knees and tried to crawl from the bed, only to be forced into a prone position with Meg sitting astride her back.

“Hurry up and bring out Jacque!”, Meg yelled.

Heather heard a dresser drawer open and a rustling sound.

“Here he is”, Mary said.

“Where’s the Vaseline?”, Meg asked.

Heather strained to look over her shoulder and was shocked to see Mary holding a large black strap-on dildo. The thing was easily eight inches long and incredibly thick.

“Stop!”, Heather screamed. “Don’t do this, please!”

“Shut up! If you are an ass virgin, you want be soon, honey.”, Meg laughed.

Heather heard the lid being pried off a jar and the squishy sound of lubricant.

“Grease him up good, Mary. I bet this little vixen’s got a tight hole.”

Heather craned her neck and watched in horror as Mary applied the Vaseline along the entire length of the dildo. The obscene object glistened with the oily substance.

“Here. Hold her down while I get undressed. I’ve been dying to feel her tongue in my pussy ever since I laid eyes on her.” Meg stood up, pushing Heather’s face into the mattress. Heather felt the much heavier weight of Mary as she settled onto Heather’s back. Mary continued where Meg left off, pushing Heather’s face savagely into the mattress, restricting her movement and sight.

Heather listened as Meg undressed. Her mind raced. She was about to be brutalized by two women… what could she do?

“Please… I’ve got money… I’ll pay you whatever you want!”, Heather pleaded.

“We don’t need your money, bitch. Stop your whining.” Mary shoved against the back of Heather’s head. “Just shut up. It’s going to happen. No use begging.”

Heather was stunned, as a now naked Meg walked around to stand in front of her. The woman was positively hideous. Her tits sagged and were pierced with various nipple rings. Her stomach had gross rolls and her hips were practically square. Meg climbed onto the bed and sat in front of Heather’s upturned face. Meg stretched her legs out on either side of the helpless girl and shoved her pussy into Heather’s face. It was completely unshaven… a thick mass of dark black pubic hair.

“Start licking, sweetie. And you’d better be good. I’ve been waiting to get a hold of your sexy little ass for months!” Meg thrust her pussy into Heather’s face.

“Please. No. I don’t want to.” Heather was blubbering.

“Do it, bitch. Don’t fight or we’ll make it ten times worse.”, Mary said.

Heather felt like vomiting as she slowly stuck her tongue out. Meg placed two fingers on either side of her lips and parted them, exposing her most private area to Heather’s moist tongue. She gave the one word command. “Lick.” Having no choice, Heather complied. The taste and smell were repugnant. “Faster, Bitch. Do it faster and harder. Lick it like you mean it!”, Meg demanded. “You had better do it right too. You know what to do.”

Heather struggled, licked and gagged. Meg’s clitoris was hard and aroused. She fingered herself while Heather continued tonguing her. “That’s it, little baby. Oh, yeah…” Meg began to thrust against Heather’s mouth.

Mary sat astride Heather’s back and watched the girl performing cunnilingus on her friend. She scooted down to sit atop Heather’s thighs and squeezed her bare ass cheeks with both hands. Mary parted Heather’s exposed ass and stuck a fat finger in the girl’s anus. “Damn, Meg. She sure is tight.”

Heather suddenly bolted, pulling her hands up, she shoved Meg off the bed and struggled beneath Mary’s immense weight. “LET ME GO!”, she screamed.

Meg was on her feet in a flash. Mary collapsed on top of Heather, pinning her completely under her body. She pulled the struggling girl’s hands behind her back.

Meg slapped Heather viciously. “You fucking bitch! I was almost ready to cum! I was going to take it easy on you because you‘re such a cutie. In fact, I was even thinking of just letting you give us both pleasure with your tongue and nothing more. Now you‘ve pissed me off! Now, I‘m going to fuck that little ass so hard that you won‘t walk for days!” Meg rushed around the bed and grabbed the dildo.

“Hold her down good, Mary.” Meg secured the dildo around her waist and eased it down into position. “Move up, Mary.”

Mary pushed her weight up to Heather’s shoulders and sat atop her neck, pinning her face against the mattress. Heather kicked her legs in the air furiously. Meg grabbed Heather’s ankles and pushed them down. She placed her knees against the back of Heather’s legs, pinning them to the bed.

Suddenly, Heather felt the large bulbous head of the dildo pushing against her anal entrance.

“Open up and say ahh, sweetie.” Meg laughed as she shoved the huge head into Heather’s opening. Heather screamed.

The pain was intense as Heather felt the entire length of the dildo enter her opening. Then, Meg began pumping slowly in and out. “How does it feel having Jacque in your ass, cutie?”, Meg asked.

Heather was numb. She heard Mary laughing and was vaguely aware of Meg’s voice but, she couldn’t understand what was being said. Nothing was real except the pain in her rectum…

After several minutes, which felt like hours, Heather felt the dildo being removed from her butt. She felt Meg’s fingers on her lips and felt the dildo enter her pussy. Then Meg was thrusting against her again.

“Get undressed, Mary. Let the bitch give you a good licking. She’s actually pretty good.”, Meg said.

Heather felt Mary’s weight ease from her back. Meg continued thrusting inside her and she felt Meg place her hands on top of her shoulders, continuing to hold her down. Heather no longer resisted. She watched numbly as Mary undressed in front of her. The fat woman positioned herself in front of Heather’s face and gave the now hated command… “Lick.” Heather did as requested. She just wanted this all to be over.

“Mmm…mmm. She is good.”, Mary moaned. “C’mon, girlie. Keep it up. Make Momma cum.”

Heather continued licking Mary’s clitoris and could feel the obese woman reaching orgasm. Her fat hips thrust against Heather’s shoulders and her moaning was loud and intense. Heather felt Meg continuing to thrust inside her with the well lubricated dildo.

Minutes passed and Heather’s jaw began to ache. Mary’s juices flowed around Heather’s mouth and tongue. The fat woman suddenly arched her back and groaned loudly. “Oh yeah… Oh yeah!!!” Mary fell onto to the bed with a heavy thud.

With a slurping sound, Meg removed the large dildo from Heather’s opening and stood up. Standing with her hands on her hips, Meg looked down at the violated naked girl. Sitting down on the bed, Meg kissed Mary on the cheek. “Thank you, baby. This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever had.”

“Think nothing of it, lover.”, Mary said. “Little Heather will be back again tomorrow and we can have some more fun.”

Heather lay on the bed, weeping. She watched Meg and Mary getting dressed. Getting slowly to her knees, Heather held her hands in front of her nude body. Her ass ached and the foul taste in her mouth was sickening.

“What are you waiting for, bitch? You want some more?”, Mary asked.

“No. I just want to leave.” Heather wiped tears from her eyes.

“Well? Get out of here. I’ll call you when I need you.”, Mary said with a smile.

Heather got to her feet and limped into the hallway. She walked into the living room and gathered her clothes. She started to get dressed.

“Nope! Not here! You get dressed in your own apartment, cunt!” Mary walked into the living room and pointed to the front door. “You’re wasting our time.”

Meg walked into the living room and stood beside Mary. “Nice meeting you, sexy. Hope to see you again soon.” She smiled.

Heather didn’t respond. She opened the front door and walked outside carrying her clothes. Luckily, the parking lot was empty and no one saw the nude girl as she opened her own apartment and closed the door behind her.

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Heather collapsed on her couch and sat with her head in her hands. Glancing at the clock above the television, Heather noted the time: 11:03 AM.

Even though she felt like crap, Heather forced herself to get dressed. The die was cast. They had played their card. Now, she would play her card. She walked slowly up the stairs to her bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Heather stood at the front door again. She held a small scrap of paper in her hand. A number was scribbled on the paper. It read: “The Spy Shop (321) 555-8899”. The pain of the past several days was gone. It had been replaced by a burning desire.  The desire had a name: “REVENGE!” 

Heather closed the door behind her and walked purposefully towards her car…