Laceys feet drag as she walks towards Jens house. She's been dreading this all day. Usually her eight hour shift seems to last twice that. Not today, today it seemed she had barely clocked in and it was time to go. And her slow walk to Jens had begun. As she'd been instructed.
How had her life changed so dramatically in such a short time? Just two short days ago she was an attractive young lady, caring for her father. Yesterday she had agreed to prostitute herself. Today she had been blackmailed with a video of it. That blackmail led to more videos, and now she didn't know what to do. She had to convince Jen to let her out of this, to delete those videos. She couldn't let her father find out about what she'd done, it would destroy him. If she actually went to jail? Who would take care of him?
The problem was Jen. Jen, who hated her, Jen who now had control of her. Jen who had made it clear she was going to get even for every moment she had ever felt slighted. It didn't matter that Lacey had never done anything to hurt Jen intentionally. Had even tried to be friendly when they were younger. Jen who was a few years younger than Lacey. I mean who paid attention to students a couple years behind them in school. Even now, years after she graduated Jen still held a grudge. She had to convince Jen she never meant any harm, convince her to let her go.
It was with these thoughts racing around her head, and no small amount of fear that Lacey walked up to Jens door and knocked.
Bobby, Jens little brother, opened the door. If she remembered correctly he would have just turned 18. Being 6 years older than him she had babysat for him a couple times. She had to stop because he developed a crush on her and started trying some very inappropriate things for a kid his age. She tried talking to him about it, but he became angry and started acting out. It got so bad she had to call his parents to come home early.
"Uh, hi Bobby. Is Jen here?" Lacey asked awkwardly.
After a long pause, Bobby asks, "what the fuck are you doing here?"
Lacey is unsure how to respond to the hostility in his voice. The look of anger and lust in his eyes.
She's saved from the need by Jen yelling from the back of the house, "is that Lacey? Let her in."
After another long pause, Bobby pushes the door wide and moves to the side. Lacey steps in. Bobby reaches behind her and grabs the door, when he does he loudly inhales the scent of her hair. Before Lacey can react, he pulls the door closed, turns and walks into the living room, where some sporting event is on the tv. She thinks she hears him mumble "bitch," under his breath as he goes.
"Down here Lacey," she hears Jen call.
Turning she sees Jen standing in a doorway at the end of a short hall. Taking a deep breath to gather her courage and stifle the butterflies in her stomach, she walks down the hall.
Entering Jens room the first thing she sees is Aida. Laceys worst fears were nothing compared to the reality of her situation. Aida is mean. Everybody knows it. She's big, 5'10, and fat, at least 300 pounds. She can smell her from across the room, it's awful. Rumor has it she was beaten every day growing up, and worse. Her only friend is Jen. Right now she's looking at Lacey like a cat at a cornered mouse.
Lacey can feel every beat of her heart. She thinks she might faint. Her ears are ringing and she's actually shaking. It takes a moment for her to realize someone is speaking. Pulling her eyes away from Aidas' oh so satisfied smirk is almost a physical effort. Turning to Jen she tries to focus on what she's saying.
"What time did I tell you to be here?" Jen is asking.
"Uh, 11:30." Laceys voice is unsure. Her eyes keep flicking to Aida who's smirk has become a full smile.
"And what time is it?" Jen continues.
Searching the room for a clock, Lacey finds it. "11:41." Barely a whisper.
Laceys fear is bordering on terror, she thinks she might pee, right here in her pants. Her eyes move to the door. Jen shifts in her seat, ready to stop her if she tries to run. Tears began trickling down her cheeks, cheeks gone suddenly pale. Her eyes are shooting back and forth between Aida and Jen. Jen who's smiling now also, and Aida looking positively gleeful.
"Please?" Lacey isn't sure if the word actually comes out.
"You're going to have to learn the importance of obedience. When I tell you to do something, you do it." Jens voice sounds happy saying this, but there is something dark behind that happiness.
..........
"Remove your clothes," Jen orders her.
"Jen, please, you don't have to do this." The fear is clear in Laceys voice.
Aida let's out a little chuckle, "she just told you about learning to obey and right away you don't do what you're told." Turning to Jen she continues, "can I beat her first?"
Jen frowns, "punish, not beat. I don't want her damaged, just hurt." Looking back at Lacey, "for now, if she does as she's told." Punctuating the last with a pointed look at the clothes Lacey continued to wear.
Lacey began to cry in earnest, silently, she reaches up and begins unbuttoning her blouse. When she drops it to the floor by her side Aida leans forward with a surprised grunt.
"Look at her nipples," to Jen, "are you enjoying this, freak?" Aida aims at Lacey.
Aida waits for an answer. Lacey can't say it, can't admit it.
Stepping out of her shoes, Lacey is in turmoil. Her fear is fighting with arousal. She removes her slacks, dropping them on top of her blouse. Feeling the wetness between her legs she reaches behind her back and unbuttons her bra. That too is added to the pile. Quickly grabbing her panties, before the fear and doubt can take control, she pulls them down and slips off her socks when she reaches her ankles. Standing up, she doesn't try to cover herself. She lets the two people she most despises at this moment inspect her, judge her.
Lacey stands there, her brown hair cascading to just below her shoulders. Perfect teardrop breasts without a hint of sag, small nipples, hard and standing out. A thin waist, hips flaring out and leading to gorgeous legs. A small patch of brown pubic hair above a shaved pussy.
