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Chapter 12

Susan, sitting in the driver’s seat looks at Pain Slut fidgeting next to her before looking at the front door of Jenny’s house, “Ready?” Getting a nod in reply she exits the van, a largish purse in her hand. Meeting her at the front she takes her hand in hers and squeezes it tightly, partly for Pain Slut but more so for herself, being away from Goddess is making her nauseous. She rings the doorbell and as the door opens that she lets the other woman’s hand go. “Hey girlfriend,” she says looking at Jenny standing in the door.

While it had been her idea at the start, and she knew it is the only way to get to Jenny, Rachel wishes she was home in her bag or in her goddess’s arms right now. She looks at Jenny, a feeling of hatred filling her that she barely hides, “Hi baby.” ‘It’s just like dancing for those beasts’ she thinks and then smiles. “I got the wine… Susan’s got a song… and you’re the woman.”

Jenny looks at her two best friends in the world, “wine, women, and song,” and laughs. “Come in, come in,” she says as she ushers them in. She looks at the pair, there is something different in their looks but she can not put her finger on it. Heading into the living room, “It’s so good to see you two. We haven’t had a girl’s night in a long while.” She glances over her shoulder, “great idea Susan.”

“Actually it was Rachel’s idea.” Susan says looking at her sister.

Well then, thanks for the idea Rach.” Jenny says as she takes the bottle from her, “Let me get some glasses and open this while you two have a seat.”

Rachel says to Jenny’s retreating back, “It is my pleasure. Tonight will be a night to remember.”

Coming back Jenny carries a tray with cheese and crackers and the three glasses of wine. She sets them down on the coffee table and looks at the pair, “Have to work tonight Rach?” Rachel had always dressed on the edge but her tee tonight barley covered her breasts and the mini skirt is so short that if she bent over she would moon the world. “Did you change your hair style?”

Rachel smiles, “No I’m not dancing any more. I found something better to do with my life.” She pats the wig gently and then continues, “Yes, do you like it?” Picking up the glass she takes a sip.

Susan breaks in, “What about you Jen, any new flames in your life? What about Bob? You two still lock stepped?”

Jenny sits back relaxing, if there was one topic she could talk about for hours, it was herself. “No Bob and I split up. Would you believe he was nothing more then an accountant?” she rolls her eyes, “Like I would marry an accountant. Ewww.” She sips her wine warming up to brag to her two friends just like in the old days, “Now I am seeing the CEO but he is married. I figure in a couple more months I can get him to lose the wife and he will be mine.” She laughs not noticing the others are not sharing in her joy. “What about you Sue, any hot doctors at the hospital eating out of your fingers?”

Susan leans back and sips her wine while framing her answer. She wonders how she could have been friends with this vile woman. No wonder her goddess is unhappy. “No… I found something better… I found true love, someone who lets me live my dreams and takes care of me,” As she talks her voice takes on an ethereal quality. Looking at Jenny she smiles, “there is more to life then money,”

Rachel chimes in, “love… dreams…” she glances at Rubber Slut, “sisters.”

Jenny looks at the two confused, “more then money?” she shakes her head, “Wow Susan you got it bad.”

As the evening passes Susan and Rachel keep filling Jenny’s glass while they only take little sips from their own. Soon a second bottle is opened and mostly drunk by her. The topics become racier as Jenny shares her exploits and conquests with them. Susan in the middle of one of Jenny’s stories breaks in, “What are your dreams Jen?”

Jenny looks at Susan owlishly, she knows she is tipsy but since she does not have to work tomorrow or this weekend at all she can tie one on. “Dreams? Be rich of course.” She wonders why Rachel seems agitated and says to her, “Come on Rach. You’re a stripper; tell me that’s not more then just making money? You think prince charming will ride his white charger into the club and sweep you off your feet? Hell no… He will sit down, order a drink, and tuck ones into your thong all night.”

Rachel sits there her mouth open, “Why you…” she starts but feels her sister in rubber stopping her. Sitting back down she looks at Susan and back at Jenny. “ok… your right… But I don’t do that any more.”

Susan having defused that bomb sighs in relief, “Seriously Jen. . . If you could do anything, be anything… what would it be? What are your fantasies that you keep hidden?” She looks down and then looks at her, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Rachel nods, “I’m game.”

Jenny looks at Susan and says, “Ok but you go first.”

Susan smiles, “Ok deal… Let’s see… my fantasy… To be a rubber slut for my goddess. Dressed from head to toe in tight shinny black latex and living to please her and serve her every whim.” Her eyes get a faraway look to them and she smiles. Looking back at Jenny she smiles dreamily, “that is my dream,”

Jenny listens to her nodding and then once she is finished laughs, “A rubber slut that’s a good one Susan. She laughs more, “Who would have thought that inside that girl next door look would be someone who loves plastic.” She calms down when she sees Susan’s face turn red and her hands clinching into fists. “ok I’m sorry,” Jenny says holding up her hands and spilling her wine. She looks at Rachel, “your turn.”

Rachel smiles sweetly, “simple really… to be a pain slut for my goddess. . . Punished for being bad and rewarded by her tender pain when I am good.” Her eyes locks on to Jenny’s daring her to laugh.

“Pain slut?” Jenny asks and gets a nod in reply. Shaking her head she says, “Well, compared to you two mine is vanilla.” She takes a breath and looks around as if to ward off listeners, “Ok I never told anyone about this. But, I always wanted to be tied up and made helpless.” She smiles, “You know like you hear about the Japanese doing with elaborate knots and stuff.”

“Got any rope?” Rachel asks.

“rope?”

Susan smiles evilly, “what a wonderful idea… We’ll tie you up properly so you can see what’s it’s like to be helpless,”

“I don’t know…” Jenny starts

“Oh yea. . . You talk a good game but when it comes down to it you are a chicken.” Rachel says taunting her.

“I think there some in the back room,” Jenny says staring back at Rachel.

Susan gets up and soon comes back with some clothes line. “Found it,” She says after thinking a moment, “Jenny come lay down on the floor on your tummy.” As she does Susan looks at Rachel. “We need something as a gag. Wanna look up in the bedroom for a scarf or something,” As Rachel goes up the stairs Susan pulls Jenny’s arms behind her and ties her wrists. “Too tight?” she asks.

Jenny caught up in the moment says breathlessly, “tighter.”

Susan grins behind her and then ties her elbows together pulling them till they are almost touching. Moving down to Jenny’s feet she ties her ankles and knees. Taking the rope she ties Jenny’s hands to her feet so her back is bowed.

Rachel comes back holding a bundled cloth and a scarf. Kneeling at Jenny’s head, “open wide,” Popping the cloth in she wraps the scarf around and ties it tightly forcing the cloth deep into Jenny’s mouth. Raising the front of her mini she shows Jenny her bald flower. “Hope you like sucking on my panties bitch.”

Jenny who up to now was really getting in to the feeling of being tied up starts fighting, the thought of another woman’s panties in her mouth causes her stomach to heave. She struggles to get herself free but the two have done too good a job and she can only wiggle a little bit and her screams come out muffled. To her horror she watches as both Susan and Rachel pull off their wigs displaying their bald heads.

Susan looks at Rachel and smiles, “Goddess will be happy,” she says. “I will wash everything up and clean down here and you the bedroom.” She pulls Rachel close and kisses her deeply. “The panties are a stroke of genius.”

“Thank you sis,” Rachel says blushing remembering that praise from Rubber Slut is praise from their Goddess.

Susan cleans and puts everything up before coming back to Jenny still struggling on the floor. Grabbing a handful of hair she ties some rope to it and jerks her head back and ties the end piece to jenny’s ankles. “That will stop your wiggling.”

As a final gesture Susan takes a roll of black tape from her purse and covers Jenny’s eyes. “No peaking now.” When Rachel comes in the pair carry her out to the van and put her into the back seat. She then turns on the alarm system and locks the front door. As they drive away, two are filled with joy and one with dread.