Involuntarily, Janice shot Renee a look. Renee simply smiled viciously and shrugged. "Answer it." She said. Janice released the disclosing hold she had on her buttocks and picked up the tiny silver cell. Even before she pressed talk she could see from the screen's readout that it was her husband, Jeff. Renee saw it too. The cruelly joyous expression on the brunette's face seemed to broaden. She grabbed Janice's phone just as she was about to speak, and put the tiny instrument to her own ear.
"Hello," she said melodiously. There was a slight pause before the male voice answered querulously. " Oh, it's Renee, Jeff."
Janice could hear the distant sound of her husband's voice asking the obvious question.
"Oh well, it just seemed time to finally bury the hatchet. I mean, how long can you stay angry at the neighbor across the street." She paused and smiled at Janice, who stood shocked, naked, and now with a creeping sensation of some greater dread overtaking her. "Uh huh," said Renee, "I get the sneaking feeling that we are probably going to be seeing so much more of each other. It is really going well."
Renee's expression suddenly transformed as she held her fingers over the mouthpiece and spoke to the dumbfounded blonde. " I'm going to hand you the phone, but before I do I want you to climb up on that big leather seat, face the street, and open those legs just so wide. And I want that pussy opened up with your non-phone hand. You'll stay that way as long as hubby is on the line. Do you understand me?"
All Janice could do was nod mutely. There was no point arguing or trying to negotiate with Renee. She turned and slid up onto the seat. She kept her head tilted slightly downward so that she would not make direct eye contact with the garbagemen who were still a rapt audience. Then with her left hand she reached down and slid two fingers between her outer lips. With the simple execution of an inverted "V for victory" he opened her most private part for their entertainment. Without looking at Renee, she held out her right hand for the phone.
It was not presented. She heard the clearing of a throat and looked up with brimming eyes to see Renee giving her a superior and expectant stare.
"What?" said Janice.
"You did not ask me if that was good enough. Aren't you worried that you might not be pleasing me?"
Janice stifled the tears that threatened to fall. She wouldn't give this bitch the satisfaction. She stared back defiantly.
"Is this good enough?"
Renee leaned forward and inspected the spread that Janice was maintaining and grinned. "Good enough. Here's hubby." She handed Janice the phone.
Jeff's voice was bright and upbeat if not a little curious about the domestic changes that were taking place between his wife and her previously, most declared enemy. Janice tried to answer all of his questions and listened as patiently about his triumphant sales endeavors as a woman providing a graphic suburban peepshow could. One thing alarmed her in particular. He had mentioned that "the boys" at corporate central had noted his hard work and were promoting him. The downside would mean even more time on the road. Finally, desperate to stop the humiliation, she claimed a low battery, and taking small note of the disappointment in his voice, hung up. Even as she pressed off , her fingers relaxed and the gaping of her pussy ended.
Renee noticed and experienced a complete thrill as she put the momentary relief to an end with her next statement. " Good well, we are all done here, I think we can get started on our day."
Janice looked at her. Suddenly she realized that whatever was happening, it was very far from over. She didn't even consider asking for her clothing back. She just turned in the seat, started the SUV and waited while Renee said something to the garbage men that returned gales of laughter and then slowly climbed in to move her own vehicle. Once the way was cleared, Janice drove the last few feet to her driveway. She was already climbing out of the car when she realized that she was doing so voluntarily naked. Clearly the recent string of events had overwhelmed her so that she was now functioning in a somewhat cognizantly blunted state. She was almost to the front door when the shrill whistle of the garbage men behind her pierced her consciousness. A new wave of humiliation passed over her. She yanked the door opened and rushed inside.
It was somewhat better once she was in the house with the door closed. The familiar semblance of normalcy and control prompted a desperate desire for any form of cover. She ran with breasts and buttocks bouncing for the bathroom and grabbed a robe from a hook on the wall. It struck her as amazing how a simple garment could provide such comfort. She sank into an armchair and took a quick accounting of her home. Everything about the tasteful environment seemed foreign to the slutty endeavor that she had been coerced into. She looked at the pastel floral wall paper, the delicate figurines on the cabinet shelves, the simply elegant framed landscapes that she and her husband had loved from the second they saw them in the quaint art shop downtown. This was her, not the nude slave to the horrible woman across the street. Her reassessment of self was just starting to settle her, when the phone rang. She jolted upright. Without even looking she seemed to know. The caller ID confirmed Renee's number. More than anything, she wanted to avoid picking it up. More than anything, she was certain she had to. She took a breath and touched the button. "Yes?" she said.
"Yes?" came the voice on the other end. "What sort of greeting is that for a new best friend?"
Janice bit her lip. There in her home with all the reminders of her life, she felt somehow empowered. She did not feel like indulging the woman's interest in toying with her. "What I just went through was hardly what I would call the result of a friend's actions."
There was silence on the other end of the line. When Renee spoke again her voice was icy. " Fine, then consider it the one of ownership. After all, your ass is mine, isn't it?"
Janice could barely speak. A paralyzing fear seemed to have an almost physical hold on her throat. She suddenly had a powerful visual of a high heel bearing down on it. The accoutrements of her home were just trinkets now. Nothing more. The power that had surged in her home was gone with the force from across the street. "Yes." She said meekly.
"Yes, what, you stupid murdering bitch?"
