Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

  Rebecca’s wan smile conveyed just how difficult the last few weeks had been for her.

  “How’s your mum?”

  Rebecca let out a sigh.

  “So so. The doctor’s say she is getting better but I’m not so sure. Still, they say she can leave the hospital in three or four months.”

  “Sit down, Carol, there is something for all of us to discuss.”

  Lizzie’s interruption brought a flash of pain to Rebecca’s face and slowly Carol sat down in the chair next to the couch wondering what exactly was going on.

  Phil smiled at Carol from his position on the other side of Rebecca. It was a predatory smile, that of the proverbial cat that had got the cream. She could now see that his arm was draped casually across the back of the couch behind Rebecca and that he was slowly gently massaging her shoulder with that hand.

  “You see, Carol, Rebecca here has a bit of a problem, haven’t you, dear?”

  Carol watched as Rebecca nervously nodded acceptance to Phil’s question.

  “Her mum is gravely ill, and needs a lot of expensive treatment, medication and round the clock care. Now, no one is prepared to stand by and withhold that treatment but unfortunately her medical insurance is running out. The hospital will continue to treat her but Rebecca and Andrew, as the only living relatives, must pick up the tab. Right, so far?”

  Rebecca again nodded, biting her lip. Carol could see the tears weren’t far away.

  “The hospital is going to need about one hundred thousand dollars over the next four months to complete the treatment and how much will the bank lend you, Rebecca?”

  “No more than thirty.”

  She was very close to tears now.

  “Now, I’m not going to stand by and let my neighbor’s life be ruined by this, that would be most uncharitable, wouldn’t it, Carol?”

  Carol nodded.

  “So I have agreed to lend Rebecca and Andrew the money for the time being until they can sort out something better. In fact, I’ve just signed the paperwork, haven’t I, Rebecca?”

  Rebecca nodded, still not trusting herself to speak.

  “Andrew, of course, thinks there are no strings attached; but our Rebecca here is going to provide the collateral, aren’t you, dear?”

  Carol suddenly realized what her devious neighbor had done to trap the final, innocent, member of the small community.

  “Tell her, Rebecca.”

  “I’m going to be doing what you have been doing, Carol.”

  The voice was small but Carol could hear no condemnation in it.

  “Just to prove my point.”

  Phil stopped speaking and pressed the play button on the remote he had been toying with in his free hand.

  The huge screen came to life and Carol could see a clear shot of herself in Phil’s loft the day before yesterday with Phil slowly pushing his hand down the front of her panties. A few seconds later the screen changed; now she was naked and you could clearly see Phil’s finger buried in her pussy. The shot changed and now she was in the process of pulling the white nightie down over her head, changed again and she was spread-eagled and tied to the bed, her pussy on clear display.

  Carol shook her head, wondering what Rebecca was making of the pictures. The picture changed and she could see the vibrator buried in her and her body obviously writhing in pleasure. Now the picture showed her walking down the steps from the loft in stocking-clad feet and nothing else, now crossing the lawn.

  The next shot showed her tied to the dead tree in the woods and the next showed Phil taking her from behind. The clarity of the pictures was breathtaking and she could not help staring as picture after picture showed her being screwed to several orgasms, before the next shot showed her inflamed ass covered in Phil’s goo. She was too far gone after the last few days to be embarrassed in front of Rebecca this way but, as the next picture showed her halfway across the lawn heading back towards the three women sitting there, the shame finally penetrated.

  When a quick series of photos showed her swapping panties with Susie and then being stripped and screwed in a game of poker on the dining room table, she was no longer watching the screen but watching Phil.

  Mercifully Phil stopped the slideshow there and turned once more to face Rebecca who had sat there motionless throughout the lewd display. Rebecca looked away from him but realized that meant she was looking straight at Carol, her apparently happily married neighbor who she had just witnessed behaving anything but happily married on the screen in front of her.

  Rebecca hung her head and stared at the floor. Carol simply sat there waiting for the next command, knowing it would be coming, dreading it and anticipating it at the same time.

  “Rebecca.”

  Phil’s voice cracked through the silence like a whip.

  “It’s time for you to deliver on your end of the deal, just as we agreed. Isn’t it?”

  Rebecca bit her lip and then slowly nodded.

  “Stand up.”

  Taking a deep breath and continuing to keep her lower lip caught between her teeth, the tall redhead did as she was asked.

  “Move to stand in front of the screen and turn and face us, please.”

  Rebecca was moving in slow motion as she obeyed the order she was given. There was no mistaking her emotion, she regarded it as an order. This was obviously the deal that Phil had extracted from her. Carol wondered what was going to happen next, wondered why she was there. Enlightenment wasn’t long in coming.

  “Carol, stand up.”…

  Neighbors and Partners

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  “Stand beside Rebecca, please. Thank you.”

  Carol, following Phil’s instructions, moved over and stood next to her other neighbor. She had not had the chance to get to know Rebecca well since they’d moved, but knew that Phil intended for them to get to know each other very well indeed.

  “Carol, you see, Rebecca, is already dressed exactly as a slut should be, aren’t you, Carol?”

  “Yes.”

  Carol was surprised when she didn’t hesitate to reply to the nastily phrased question.

  “What are you wearing under that dress, Carol?”

  “Just my stockings and garter belt.”

  Rebecca’s head swiveled in shock to look at her, her eyes wide.

  “And if Lizzie hadn’t told you to wear the dress what would you have been wearing when you rang the doorbell?”

  “Just the stockings, high heels and garter belt. Nothing else.”

  Rebecca’s mouth formed a perfect O as she took in this information. Carol could just see her face out of the corner of her eye as she faced Phil calmly. After all, there was nothing she could do to stop this line of questioning.

  “In fact, when someone delivered a parcel to your door the other day was that all you were wearing?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you hide behind the door?”

  “No. I threw the door wide open as I answered it, exactly as instructed.”

  Carol was desperate to ensure that Rebecca knew that she, too, was acting under duress.

  “How many orgasms have you achieved in the last three days, not counting in the evening with your husband, of course?”

  “I don’t know for sure, I’ve lost count. At least twenty, or possibly more.”

  “You see, Rebecca, there are real rewards for what you are voluntarily doing. Carol, you enjoyed every single one of those orgasms, didn’t you?”

  Carol hesitated for a moment; she knew her face was coloring up as she blushed but knew there was no point in denying it. Slowly she nodded.

  “I can’t hear you, Carol?”

  “Yes! Damn it!”

  “Did you expect more of the same today?”

  “Yes!”

  Lizzie smiled at the two women and lifted herself off the chair, moving round to stand behind the pair. Carol felt her neighbor’s hand lightly touch her buttock and begin to massage and caress it with small circular movements. She both sensed
and heard Rebecca jump and surmised that Lizzie’s other hand was doing the same thing to her.

  “Whatever is the matter, Rebecca?”

  The other woman hung her head for a moment, blushing furiously.

  “Speak up, dear.”

  “I… I… um… just wasn’t expecting that at that moment.”

  “But you know that you are going to touch and be touched as part of the deal, don’t you?”

  “Um… Yes.”

  “And we did discuss that this would be by other women as well as by men?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you did enter this agreement voluntarily, didn’t you?”

  “… um… Yes.”

  “So is there a problem?”

  Rebecca took a deep breath and shook her head from side to side.

  “No… no problem.”

  “Good. I think you still need a lot of training before you will be an acceptable slut. Don’t you agree, Lizzie?”

  Lizzie spoke up for the first time for a while.

  “Definitely. Carol is enjoying this, I can tell, but Rebecca here is merely tolerating it.”

  It was Carol’s turn to blush at the backhand compliment Lizzie had just paid her. Still, she had to admit that the gentle manipulation of her ass was having a stimulating effect on her. As Lizzie stopped and returned to sit, this time on the couch next to her husband, Carol felt a twinge of disappointment. She was fairly certain something else would take its place very quickly.

  “Rebecca, please stand behind Carol.”

  Reluctantly, the redhead did as she was told. She was about the same height as Carol without heels and, as Carol’s heels were an inch or so higher, she was that much shorter than Carol.

  “Wrap your arms around Carol’s waist.”

  Carol felt a tentative touch as the other woman slowly brought her arms around and did as she was told. This necessitated her standing rather closer to Carol than she had been, and now Carol could feel her body touching hers in several places. Rebecca’s head was perforce next to Carol’s in this position and Carol heard Rebecca whisper.

  “Sorry.”

  Realizing the other woman was fairly distressed by events this morning, Carol dropped her hands to cup Rebecca’s at her waist and grasped them reassuringly.

  “No worries, honest.”

  She tried to whisper back to enhance the reassurance but Phil frowned at her and she realized that he didn’t want her to address Rebecca directly. She nodded an apology in his direction and was rewarded with a wink. Obviously he wasn’t going to hold it against her.

  “Now, Carol. Which do you think is the next thing Rebecca should do? Should she remove your dress or should she kiss your neck and shoulder?”

  Carol heard Rebecca’s sharp intake of breath next to her ear and took a second or two to think about her answer. Obviously, Phil fully intended for the two women to undress each other over the course of the morning and anything else would be merely a delay. Nevertheless, she knew that as soon as she was naked, it would be Rebecca’s turn to be stripped so she decided to give her neighbor a little more time to adjust.

  “I think the kiss.”

  Phil nodded at her choice and his hand reached down to begin caressing Lizzie’s leg just above the knee.

  “Very well, Rebecca, pray continue.”

  The redhead lowered her lips to Carol’s shoulder and planted a perfunctory kiss. Despite the obvious lack of passion in the kiss, Carol could not suppress a shudder at the implication of things to come implicit in the kiss.

  “Put some passion into it, Rebecca. Think about how you like to be kissed there and do it like that.”

  Carol bit her lip and gave Rebecca’s hands at her waist a comforting squeeze and then cocked her head to the other side, stretching her neck, offering it to the redhead. After a pause of a few seconds, and just as Phil stirred preparatory to telling her again, Rebecca dropped her lips to the proffered neck and began to kiss and nuzzle the soft skin there. Her lips were just as soft as Susie’s or Lizzie’s and Carol could feel the pleasure spreading down her body at the sensation. She closed her eyes as Rebecca began to suck a little at the soft flesh and then suddenly her eyes flew open again.

  “No hickies!” she hissed urgently, and Rebecca stopped exerting the pressure which would have resulted in bruising. Lizzie giggled and Phil smiled at the look on Carol’s face. Rebecca went back to kissing Carol’s bare shoulder with a rain of quick fleeting kisses that induced another shudder. Carol watched, almost fascinated, as Phil’s hand began to creep upward under Lizzie’s skirt and Lizzie shifted her legs apart to allow him unobstructed access.

  “Enough for now!”

  Rebecca stopped and Carol was surprised to find herself feeling disappointed.

  “Swap places and, Carol, you return the favor.”

  Carol felt Rebecca let go of her grip around her waist and, turning, faced her neighbor for the first time in several minutes. The redhead was biting her lip and looking scared. Carol smiled gently and mouthed it’s ok to her before stepping around the other woman to stand close behind her. Rebecca could now see what Phil was doing to Lizzie, who was now stretching like a cat as Phil’s hand began to work on the soft skin high in the upper reaches under the skirt. Reaching around her, Carol clasped her arms around Rebecca’s waist, feeling the woman start at the contact. Rebecca brought her own hands down onto Carol’s just as Carol had done when their positions had been reversed and stood passively waiting for Carol to start. Carol lowered her lips to the exposed skin just above the collar of Rebecca’s jacket and began to kiss in much the same way as Rebecca had.

  “Carol, that’s not going to work, is it. You need a larger area of skin to work on, don’t you?”

  She felt Rebecca tense up at Phil’s words but, before she could say anything, he continued.

  “Remove the jacket from her, Carol.”

  An inadvertent gasp from Lizzie punctured the tension, making it obvious that Phil’s hand’s quest to reach the juncture of her legs had paid off and his nimble fingers had found their goal.

  “Now, please.”

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  Carol gave Rebecca’s hands a reassuring squeeze and Rebecca allowed her hands to drop clear of Carol’s, in turn allowing them to move upward to the buttons on the jacket. Knowing full well from her own experiences that Phil would want this to go as slowly as possible, Carol reached slowly for the top one of the three buttons holding the jacket closed. Teasingly, she played with the button and the button hole, all the time keeping her eyes fixed on Phil. A couple of times Rebecca tensed in her arms but relaxed again. Finally Phil gave an almost imperceptible nod and she slipped the button out of its hole and dropped her hands to the next one down. This process was repeated once, and then twice, until the jacket hung open.

  In front of them Lizzie was shamelessly writhing on the couch as Phil’s hand continued to work its magic underneath the skirt. The skirt itself had risen higher but not quite enough to expose Phil’s manipulation of his wife’s private parts. Carol moved her hands back up to Rebecca’s shoulders, swaying her body back from its position of contact with the other woman’s back to allow room for her to extract the jacket or let it fall.

  Phil nodded slightly once more, and Carol took hold of the jacket shoulders, drawing them out, back and down. Rebecca bit her lip and Carol could see the tension in the other woman’s body as she drew the jacket down over Rebecca’s arms. Finally, the jacket fell free and Rebecca stood there in a highly feminine short sleeved blouse looking suddenly very vulnerable.

  “How do you feel, Rebecca?”

  Phil’s question made the brunette start.

  “Um…”

  “Come on, girl, speak up, you can’t be shy in this situation, you know.”

  Rebecca instantly colored up and Carol realized that the poor woman was on the verge of breaking down. Phil was taking exactly the wrong approach with her and, if he continued, this could get very bad indeed.

 
; “Phil.”

  He looked at Carol in surprise and raised an eyebrow at her?

  “Give me five minutes alone to talk with her, please. I’ll use the downstairs cloak.”

  Phil thought about it for a minute before finally nodding agreement.

  As Carol took Rebecca’s hand and led the obviously upset woman toward the concealing door of the downstairs cloakroom, Phil fired off one further command just to remind them who was in charge.

  “Lose the pantyhose in there, please, Rebecca.”

  Carol gratefully shut the door before he could say anything else to further inflame the poor woman who now stood leaning on the washstand, her knuckles white from the tension with which she was gripping the porcelain.

  “Rebecca…”

  “You’re as bad as them!”

  “No, Rebecca, that’s not true. They trapped you one way, me another. Believe it or not, I was in exactly the same position as you were only a week or so ago. At least you get something out of this; I don’t.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You get the guarantee for the money to pay your mother’s medical bills; I don’t. They are just blackmailing me.”

  “Surely not?”

  “I’ll tell you more details soon but they have enough on me now to keep this going for ever.”

  Rebecca turned and looked at her, realizing that Carol was as trapped as she was, and seeing her for the first time as an ally rather than as one of her tormentors. Wordlessly, Carol held out her arms and Rebecca hugged her.

  “Now do you feel better?”

  Rebecca nodded.

  “Well, we’re going to have to go back out there and this time there must be no hesitations. Okay?”

  Rebecca nodded again.

  “You know how this is going to end up, don’t you?”

  “Yes. They want you to seduce me and watch as it happens.”

  “I have to say, Rebecca, that I doubt they will merely watch.”

  “I know.”

  Carol reached behind her for the door handle.

  “Wait a minute.”

  Carol turned as Rebecca spoke to find the other woman was suddenly reaching up under her skirt, wrestling off her pantyhose in line with Phil’s instructions.