Julie Davidson arrived back at her apartment block just after midnight. She paid the taxi driver and stomped towards the entrance door. She was in a foul mood. The 41-year-old divorcee had been looking forward to this night out all week. It was a rare chance to get out, dress up and enjoy herself. She had been out with her friends Louise and Pamela and after a few drinks they had all started flirting with guys, to her horror both she and Louise had ended up going after the same guy and he had brushed Julie off with a comment about not dating older women while Louise had her tongue in his ear! That had been too much for the raven haired, short tempered Julie and she stormed away, hailed a taxi and went home alone and angry. The fucking nerve of Louise, wait 'til she saw her again!
And so it was in this bad temper that she entered her building, far earlier than she had wished and steam still literally coming from her ears as she just refused to calm down.
Normally she would take the lift up to her top floor apartment but as she entered the lobby she saw it was already up there and after a moment's wait she decided to stomp her way up the stairs. After about ten steps she realised the stupidity of doing it in her high heels but through sheer bloody mindedness she continued, cursing under her breath with every step.
It was a smart, new building in the city and each floor had two large, expensive apartments. Julie liked living there except for one thing - Allison, the woman who owned the other flat on the top floor. Allison was the same age as Julie, but (in Julie's mind anyway) she looked older, fatter and uglier. Whereas Julie had long, dark, shiny locks, Allison had a short dark haircut with cheap highlights. Also whereas Julie spoke in a posh, cultured, educated voice Allison's voice was a rough, Scottish accent that swore far too often for Julie's liking. For long enough Julie had wondered how such a 'creature' could afford to live in the same apartment block that she paid for. But over time Julie had seen enough male visitors to Allison's flat to form a very real suspicion that she was up to no good behind that door, drugs maybe, prostitution probably, something decidedly dodgy anyway.
The two women had never been friends. They had put up with each other, studiously ignored each other and, when they thought the other not looking cast vicious glances at each other. Both thought they were alpha females and would never get on. Their relationship had gotten worse just over a month ago when Allison had been playing music way to loud during the day. Julie had been off her work sick and had been feeling bad anyway but the constant booming noise had been too much and she had stormed across the shared landing to rattle on her neighbours door. It had not been answered quickly and when it was Allison's head was all that was visible. She had snapped at Julie, Julie snapped back demanding the music be put down before storming back to her own sick bed. Whether the music was turned down or not Julie could not tell but from that point the two of them had embarked on a petty feud of complaints back and forth that did nothing but anger and irritate both.
Tired and still angry Julie made it up the last flight of steps and was greeted by the sight of Allison seeing a man out of her apartment. Neither saw Julie and she stepped in against the wall and listened.
The man was softly spoken and very well dressed.
"Thanks you Mistress Allison, well worth the payment. Again sorry to ask for a session at such a late hour but it just so happened I had the chance. Here, please take this as an extra token of my appreciation."
Julie peered round to see the man hand Allison a note of some description. And only then did it dawn on Julie that Allison was not wearing 'conventional' clothing. The fat bitch was in a black PVC top and short, her fat tits falling out of it. She had on thigh high boots and elbow boots.
"Fuck's sake" hissed Julie under her breath as the truth dawned on her slightly inebriated mind.
The man then got in the elevator and the doors pinged closed and it was at that point with Allison just turning back to go into her flat that Julie burst forward and shouted.
"I fucking knew it! You're a whore! A fucking whore!"
Julie was drunk and aggressive, a bad combination. Her normal ability to bite her tongue was gone and she was saying exactly what she was thinking and actin without thought. Allison whirled around at the sharp voice behind her and faced the raging bitch before calmly stating.
"Did you want something?"
Julie was out of control and got right up in Allison's face, pointing and poking her finger at her.
"Yeah! You out of there! You've no fucking right to live there! You don't belong! I always wondered how you managed to afford this place and now I know! You're a whore! You....aaaaaargh!"
Julie broke off as Allison casually reached her hand back and slapped her neighbour across the face. It unbalanced Julie and before she knew what was happening Allison had taken a firm grip of her hair and was dragging her into her apartment!
Julie was too stunned to react as her neighbour dragged her forcibly into her flat then slammed the door shut. They were both about the same height, five foot five but Allison had a good few pounds on Julie, though both boasted impressive breasts and were, rightly proud of their racks. Allison was virtually dragging Julie behind her by the hair until she dumped her in a bedroom that lay just off the main hall.
Staggered, Julie took in her surroundings and was taken aback as she looked at various whips and floggers on the wall, a cage in the corner of the room, a rack like contraption and a cross clearly for tying people to.
"What the fuck...."
She got no further as Allison's large hand engulfed her mouth and muffled it. Allison leaned in close and spat her words out.
"I've had enough of you you stuck up bitch. It's about time you learned your place. On your knees and kiss my boots!"
Julie looked up at her attacker with incredulity and shook her head.
"You're mad, no way, I'm getting...."
She tried to crawl away but Allison's fingers hooked into her hair and jerked her back and forced Julie's head right down at her boots. Julie tried to respond but whether through shock or alcohol she was lacking in strength and power and was easily manhandled by the larger woman. Allison pushed her head down there and rubbed Julie's face across the toes of her boots.
