Ch. 3: The Degredation
I spent most of the day at home watching the storm and drinking Bailey's. Rick was working on a major project and would not be home until late then out of town for the next week on business.
I thought of calling Megan and did around 4. She was very upbeat and bubbly. She sensed my blue personality and told me the storm will pass then we could go golfing again. She giggle like a schoolgirl when she mentioned how much she enjoyed the coed antics in the locker room.
The bile in the back of my throat caused me to tell Megan that I was feeling a bit under the weather and needed to go. She wished me well and said she will call tomorrow for lunch.
Rick came and went in the evening mentioning he would grab something at the country club for dinner. Ugh, the club, I thought. Please don't mention that name to me again.
It was seven so I primped myself for my eight o'clock meeting. I pulled on a light green top and a pair of khaki slacks, grabbed my purse and keys. I found a park in a parking garage not far from the shop and walked the 100 yards or so to the coffee shop. It was a few minutes before eight and I entered the establishment.
As instructed in the e-mail, I ordered a non-fat latte and sat down at a table facing the street. There were a number of people milling about outside and in. I did not recognize one person on the street or in the store.
At ten minutes past eight I got up and made my way to the ladies room in the back. It was locked. A voice responded to my twisting of the door handle, "Be right out in a sec, hold on."
I thought I may have recognized the voice but when the door opened, it was the clerk that made my latte. I thought to myself, hope she washed her hands.
I entered the room, closed the door but left it unlocked and waited.
It seemed like forever but finally there was a slight knock on the door. My hands and body were trembling and a small squeaky reply came from my mouth, "Yes?"
The handle twisted and the door opened slightly. A hand came in and turned off the light and a figure entered. I backed up slightly pressing my body against the wall.
I stood frozen in the dark not knowing to scream, fall to the floor, or do anything. I heard some commotion near the door and light switch. Finally the lights cam back on.
I blinked a few times and tried to readjust my eyes. Before me stood the bitch from the club. Liz Whatshername! My mind scrambled for her name.
I tried to think what to say or do but my mouth hung open in shock and she quickly took control.
"Hello Anne. So nice to see you again and dressed this time too!" Liz began the conversation chuckling and appearing to be a woman in control.
"We don't have much time in here so here is the drill. You will do as you are told and meet me down by the river in ten minutes. There is a small park just south of the new restaurant. Oh, you will also need to lose the bra, khaki's and your panties. Put them in here and put on this skirt," as she handed me a bag and the skirt.
"And if I refuse?" I replied somewhat bewildered and yet defiant.
Liz kicked an innocent looking picture album over to me.
I bent down, picked up the book, and opened it.
Inside there was a photo essay of me in various stages of undress, me and Megan in the shower, and in multi-orgasmic states. I flipped farther back and saw excerpts from the Club security camera from the front gate. The video stills clearly showed me, my car and license plate damaging Club property.
"Don't worry about that Anne. I deleted the film from the Club Archives but I did keep an insurance copy," Liz said matter of factly.
Lifting the clothing bag and pulling out the skirt I noticed the color and length.
"Uh, Liz, there is no way this is skirt is going to fit," I explained. "I am six feet tall and this is for a person that is much shorter. People will see my bottom as I walk."
