Jenna Merriweather couldn't understand why she was so nervous as she opened the gate to let herself into the neighbors yard. Old Mrs. Jourdan had been a recluse and when she left her house to relatives, they had left the eight-foot cedar fence up around the property. Jenna had never really seen the Jourdan house and she was surprised to see a fresh coat of dark green paint that matched the curtains covering every window.
She reminded herself that she wasn't here to sightsee, she had come here in the middle of the day ready to confront the girl she believed was a bad influence on her step-daughter. Since Anne had been hanging out with the new girl in the neighborhood, she seems to have changed. She had gone from a sweet eighteen-year-old almost ready to graduate high school to a secretive brat who would be lucky if she passed at all. Anna had always been an athlete, a strait A student who dressed conservatively and was always polite. In the last six months she had given up sports, gained weight and begun to dress like a tramp.
Jenna's husband traveled most of the time and when he was home, Anne seemed her old self. At first Jenna tried to tell herself that Anne was just rebelling against her new stepmother, but then she started to realize that Anne was putting on an act for her father. At thirty-four Jenna could still remember what it was like to be rebellious, but she knew that if Anne's strict strait-laced father ever found out about her behavior all hell would break loose.
Jenna straitened her dress and smoothed her hair, both were old-fashion styles but her husband liked them and she didn't think it was worth arguing over. She climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. "Hello is anyone home?" she called out when there was no answer.
Just as she was about to leave the door opened, she looked up to see the girl she had told Anne to stay away from. Jenna was surprised by the old fashion look of Lisa Jourdan. Unlike her own straitlaced housewife outfit, Lisa's clothes brought to mind the bad girls from the old Russ Meyer drive-in movies Jenna's sister Margo had taken her to so that their mother wouldn't realize what Margo did with her boyfriend in the back seat. Lisa was like a plus sized version of Bette Page, her body was a perfect 250 pound hour-glass.
A pair of tight black jeans wrapped around Lisa's thick thighs. She also wore a red silk shirt so snug that it looked as if it would pop open any minute encased her huge tits in there torpedo bra and motorcycle boots that made Lisa seem like something off the big screen. The shining black hair that hung half way down Lisa's back was pulled into a pony tail high on her head and her eyes were so dark that Jenna would have sworn they were black. Her cheek bones were too high to allow her full face to be considered round, but her lips were full and painted scarlet.
"What do you want?" Lisa's voice was powerful and demanding. Jenna couldn't seem to find the words she had been rehearsing all the way here.
Lisa looked like a mix between Roseanne and Tura Sultana, the actress in Faster Pussycat, a movie Jenna had been taken to half a dozen times as a girl. The slender Jenna felt dwarfed as she looked up at the girl she was now sure was at fault for all of the trouble she was having with Anne. "Umm, I'm Mrs. Merriweather, Anne's step-mother and I'd like to talk to your parents please."
Lisa leaned against the doorframe and smirked down at her. "My parents don't live here, this is my house and unless you have something to say to me then I don't see why you are here."
"Oh. Well yes I do need to speak to you Lisa, may I come in?" Jenna hoped that by being on the same level as Lisa she wouldn't feel so overwhelmed by this girl who was probably ten years younger and at least a hundred and 40 pounds heavier then she was. Lisa stepped back and without saying a word ushered Jenna in. Only when she stood next to her did Jenna realize that Lisa was a good seven inches taller then her own five-foot-two.
"Ok your in, what do you want?" Lisa said shutting the door. She looked down at Jenna as she lead the way towards the parlor. "Sit down Mrs. Merriweather."
Lisa shut the parlor door as Jenna looked around. The parlor was truly unusual, all of the furniture was covered in what looked like black leather, there were three large ottomans scattered around the room as well as two large padded benches against the walls. One whole wall was filled with shelves full of electronics, three TVs each with a VCR, stereo equipment and things that she couldn't identify. There was a bar on one of the other sides of the room and a closet with a mirror-covered door that reflected the mirror that filled the other wall. A post in one corner was covered in what seemed to be a modern art sculpture of chains and hooks.
As she took a seat on one of the ottomans, she realized that the room had no windows. "Umm, I have come to talk to you about Anne." Jenna said again, uncertain how to deal with the strange surroundings and this equally odd girl who was leaning against the closed door and staring at her.
"You've already said that Mrs. Merriweather, what exactly is it about Anne you want to say?" Lisa's voice seemed to mock Jenna making her feel ten instead of thirty-four.
"Well I must talk to you about the bad influence you have been having on my daughter. Ever since you two have become friends she has changed and I want you to stop seeing her before things go too far." Jenna knew that what she had said sounded pompous, but things weren't going as she planned. She knew that she couldn't mention the forty pounds that Anne had gained in the last six months.
"You mean your step-daughter don't you? You're not her real mother, in fact you only married the old man, what, fourteen months ago. What right do you have to tell her who she should see?" Lisa said.
"I care about her and I know if her father had any idea how she has been behaving he would go crazy, I'm just trying to keep the peace. Just leave her alone before she turns into a fat tramp like you." Jenna couldn't believe she had spoken to anyone like that, but Lisa's attitude had made her so mad.
"How dare you come into my house and call me a bad influence!" Lisa stalked across the room and stood only inches away from Jenna. Jenna couldn't believe someone so big could move so fast. "You stupid bitch, you think Anne will go on being little Miss sweetie-pie just 'cause you ask me to leave her alone? Are you really as stupid as you look?" Lisa demanded.
Jenna wanted to jump up from the low ottoman but knew that doing so would cause her to bump into Lisa's bulk, an idea that made her oddly unsettled. "You watch your mouth young lady! Do you know who you are talking to? My husband is one of the most respected legislators in this state and I won't have a tramp like you cussing at me." Jenna knew that while her words sounded brave her knees were weak.
Lisa hand was like iron as she pulled the struggling Jenna to her feet. "Bitch! No one speaks to me like that." Jenna was shocked when Lisa slapped her face and even more so when she felt herself being pushed against a wall. No one had ever treated Jenna roughly and she seemed unable to think as Lisa's body pushed up against hers.
"Stop it, no, please stop." Jenna begged and tried to push Lisa away as she felt Lisa's hands pinching her arms and legs. She could feel the muscles under Lisa's weight and Jenna was terrified. Her mind didn't seem to want to work, or why else would her mind keep focusing on how surprisingly firm Lisa's breasts were as they pressed against her compared to the rest of her. Humiliated by the thought, Jenna failed to realize that Lisa had pushed her thick thigh between her legs until she felt the denim of Lisa's jeans against her crotch.
Lisa's voice was low and dangerous as she asked Jenna "You want to see what kind of an influence I am on precious Anne? You want to see some of the things I have taught her?" Lisa reached up and pinched one of Jenna's nipples as emphasis to each of her questions. "Anne begs to be treated just like I'm treating you now, she loves it."
"No, you're lying, it's not true. Anne is sweet, not a whore like you." Jenna shouted. "She would never do anything like that." Jenna continued struggles were getting her nowhere. Lisa kept pushing against her and pinching her nipples. Every time she tried to stop Lisa's hands by moving, Lisa's knee would rub harder against her crotch. The more she struggled, the more confused she became, her body seemed to be betraying her by becoming aroused. This couldn't be happening, not to her.
Lisa grip was too strong for Jenna to break as she pulled her across the room and made her stand in front of one of the televisions. "I'll show you some of the things Anne does, and does well I might add." Lisa pulled one of Jenna's arms up behind her back so that she couldn't move. With her other arm Lisa reached out, took a large remote with dozens of buttons on it, and pointed it at the television before wrapping her arms around Jenna from behind.
The screen lit up in the middle of a porno tape, two women and a man stood around a plump woman who was wearing a white lace corset so tight it seemed ready to break her in half, her ass and chest seemed to be trying to squeeze out from under the restraining material. One of the women was Lisa, wearing a black leather merry-widow and thigh high boots. Her body was large but firm, her strength was obvious in the skin-tight leather.
In one hand Lisa was holding a riding crop and in the other two leashes, one attached the other woman standing beside her who was naked except for a collar and the other to the woman in the corset. The woman in the corset had her back to the camera with her bare butt up in the air. It was obvious by the red marks that the crop had landed on its plump white surface recently.
The man, a shockingly beautiful blond wearing only a leather harness that criss-crossed his body, was sitting in front of the woman in the corset on what Jenna now realized was one of the leather ottomans in the same room she was in. Jenna wanted to look away but couldn't, the images seemed to pull her in and her body continued to betray her by becoming even more aroused.
