Neighbours And Rivals (10 page)

"Yes, white ones."

"Good girl, I knew you would be. Now I want you to put a nice pair of heels on and also a nice cocktail dress on over the top this time. Ok?"

"Sure...?"

"That's right, but nothing too slinky, or sexy. That nice little blue number I think would be ideal. I'm sure that's what I saw in your wardrobe yesterday morning."

Carol knew exactly which one Lizzie meant and considered it rather risqué herself but still Lizzie was in charge.

"Ok. Are you going to tell me why?"

"No, it's a surprise sweetie and don't worry it's going to be nothing like yesterday's surprise. Indeed you might well find that no man is going to touch you today at all. Now no underwear remember?"

Carol sighed.

"It's ok sweetie, you don't need a bra with that type of dress anyway and knickers are basically pointless for you during the day aren't they?"

"Lizzie..."

"No, no more clues sweetie, got to dash. See you at eleven!"

Suddenly Carol was left holding a dead receiver and wondering what her devious neighbour's were up to now. Slowly she finished attaching the stockings to her garter belt and wandered over to the wardrobe to remove the light blue dress Lizzie had ordered her to wear. The dress had thin halter neck straps and was low cut at the back too, as Lizzie had pointed out preventing the use of a bra. Pulling it over her hips and tying the neck cords in place Carol admired herself in the mirror. The idea of wearing the light blue dress with white stockings wasn't something she would have considered but realised the effect was pleasing. Actually more than pleasing as she struck several poses, definitely sexy. The short skirt covered the stocking tops but the loose light material moved of its own accord every time she moved and as she twirled easily showed off the bare skin and garters above the tops of the stockings. The more she looked the more she liked it and realised with a start that her body liked it too; her nipples were standing out and making highly visible tents in the thin fabric of the top.

Glancing at the clock she realised it was still only barely ten o'clock and she had almost an hour to herself. Taking the opportunity she quickly began tidying up in the kitchen, a task sorely neglected whilst she had been frolicking about next door for the last few days. As a result, she didn't see her other neighbour hurrying across the street to Lizzie and Phil's.

As always when busy the time flew past and suddenly, Carol realised she was in danger of running late which would definitely incur a punishment; something she didn't want to find out about at all.

Lizzie answered the door with a smile and stood aside to let her neighbour in.

"You look fabulous sweetie. I thought white would go well with that dress. Now come in.” Lizzie was looking her up and down frankly and liked what she was seeing. Lizzie licked her lips at the thought of what would be happening before long.

"We have another guest this morning sweetie, come through to the den."

Lizzie led the way and Carol, slightly nervous, but less so than on previous days, especially after yesterday, followed. At the entrance to the den Lizzie stood to one side and allowed Carol to precede her.

"Hello Carol."

Carol was flabbergasted to see her other neighbour Rebecca sitting there next to Phil on the big couch. Her neighbour was dressed in her normal office clothes, dark suit over white blouse and the knee length skirt over the demurely crossed ankles were in sharp contrast to her own much sexier attire.

"Hi ... Um ... How are you?"

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. Now 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 neighbour'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 realised what her devious neighbour 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.

Suddenly 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 and 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, and then 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, and 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 photo's 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 realised that meant she was looking straight at Carol, her apparently happily married neighbour 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."...

The story will continue in Neighbours and Partners as Carol helps her neighbours to bring Rebecca down to her oh so pleasurable level.

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My name is Bridy, and I live in New York. Ever since being a little girl I have been fascinated with Vampires and the legend of Dracula. My husband thinks they're silly but indulges me. Since I can't have kids the idea of a predator type of vampire took hold. I have other interests, notably photography and under standard folk law you can't photograph a vampire so I had to do something different.