The Voice
By Deputy Duffy

Chapter 2

"Now Debbie, bring the speakerphone into the living room and then open the blinds on the front window," the voice boomed.

Debbie, reluctantly following orders, set up the phone on the coffee table and opened the blinds, as the sun temporarily blinded her. Ironically it seemed like a perfect day outside.

"Debbie, look across the street," the voice boomed.

Debbie focused her eyes; the only thing she saw was a large white box truck, parked across the street. "Ah, I don't think I see anything."

"Do you see a large truck?" The voice asked.

"Yah, a large white one," Debbie mumbled.

"In a second, a large man is gonna step out of the van," the voice said.

Debbie watched as the door opened. She ducked down when the large figure, dressed in black, flashed her a wave.

"What the?" Debbie cried out.

"That's my insurance policy," the voice hissed.

"Please Sir, I've been good!" Debbie screamed out, running to make sure the front door was locked.

"Really now, how many times did you break rule one already?" The voice hissed.

"No Sir, I did what you said, ah eventually," Debbie pleaded.

"Ok Debbie, but wait till I tell you your next task," the voice teased.

"What task?" Debbie nervously asked, watching somewhat relieved, as the large figure got back into the truck.

"Well it's Saturday and the paperboy collects, no?" The voice shot.

"Well sort of, it's really the paperboy's brother. The paperboy is a still a little young to handle money I guess," Debbie mumbled, as she was still somewhat shaken by the figure's appearance across the street. "What's this all about?"

"Well today when he comes by have a beverage waiting for the young man," the voice bellowed. "What is he, 18?"

"Yah, maybe even 19 now, but I can't, not like I'm dressed!" Debbie cried, still surprised how much the voice knew about her and her life.

"You will and more," the voice snapped.

"What do you mean more?" Debbie snapped.

"Today the paperboy gets the tip of his young life," the voice seemed to purr.

"Wait a second, you're not suggesting..." Debbie mumbled.

"I'm sure when it hits you, in a second or two, we are going to have that waterfall scene again...aren`t we?" The voice teased.

"Fuck you and fuck your games! There is no way, and if you hurt my family I will spend the rest of my days," Debbie cried out, her voice trailing off, as she was indeed crying again.

"When he comes over, you will invite him in, and then right on the couch, you will seduce him, it shouldn't be that hard," the voice barked. "You will strip for him, give him oral and regular sex and anything else he wants you to do."

"Yah right, he's still just a kid," Debbie snapped.

"Not after today!" The voice snapped back.

"Now get your ass cleaned up and get ready, he will be around soon," the voice shot.

"Oh right and when Daisy comes by this afternoon, I'll seduce her too." Debbie said, regretting it the second it left her pink colored lips.

"You are finally getting it," the voice boomed. "Today you are my little whore."

"I never, I mean, I can't cheat on my husband, and lezbo stuff, that's sick, and your sick," Debbie managed, through her tears.

"Never say never," the voice boomed and then added. "You will, or there will be no husband to cheat on."

It took Debbie over ten minutes to stop crying, before she fixed her make up and hair in the dreaded mirror again. She put on some perfume and returned to the living room. She was sitting on the couch, still not believing that she was even contemplating following the voice's perverse order. Debbie needed some reinforcement so she took a photo off the TV, of her husband and two children, and hugged it in her arms.

"I'm sorry honey, please forgive me for my sins," she cried out, when she heard the doorbell's powerful ring.

"Get to work Debbie," the voice moaned.

She moved to the front door, took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Ah hi Mrs. W. Collecting," the young man chirped.

"Hi Bret, come in for a sec, I'll get your money." Debbie said, as she swung the door open, her heart in her throat.

They young man entered, but stayed by the front door, as he was in a rush to get done and head to the ball field.

"Ah Bret, have a seat on the couch, I will be with you in a second." Debbie mumbled from the kitchen, before she poured some coke into tall glasses, adding some of her husband's whiskey into hers.

Bret reluctantly sat down, impatiently looking out the window at the clear blue sky. Debbie sauntered into the room carrying two glasses. "I just thought you could use a little drink."

"Thanks, but I'm kind of in rush, have too ah..." Bret started, until he realized he forgot what he was saying, as he examined Debbie's sexy outfit. He never remembered seeing her dressed like fact he didn't even remember being invited inside before.

"I just thought we could chat for a sec," Debbie said, as she sipped her drink, her heart pounding, her face flush, as it had been a long time since she had tried to act sexy. She was also still trying to make up her mind. Debbie looked out the window and noticed the large figure leaning against the truck, arms folded. She also took one last look at her family picture.

"Ah Bret," Debbie started, her voice trembling, "so how's the coke?"

"It's good, but I have to go. Can I have my money?" Bret said, as he stood up.

"Please Bret, it's cool, my husband is away with the kids!" Debbie shrieked.

"That's cool," Bret said, a little confused as he walked to the door.

"Please you can't leave yet, I haven`t paid you yet!" Debbie said, as she raced over and pinned Bret against the door.

Bret spun around, until he was face to face with Debbie, as she leaned her body weight into his.

"Well I just thought you might like me," Debbie said, in her sexiest voice.

"You're all right I guess," Bret moaned. "Please Mrs. W. What are you doing?"

Debbie was pressing up against the young man, trying to keep her composure. She didn't find him attractive in the least. Bret was a short man with hard features, so she tried to avoid eye contract, as she slid down his body. She started to pull at the young man's jeans.

"Please Mrs. W. Stop that!" Bret snapped.

"Don't worry, don't be embarrassed, I will make it all right," Debbie said, on the verge of tears, as she struggled within, and with him. She finally got the young man's jeans open, as she had to keep batting his hands away. Reaching in his pants, she gripped his cock, surprised that it was already hard, when she pulled it out of his pants.

"Ah nice," Debbie managed, although she lied a little. The young man had a smallish cock, but it was stiff as a board, as she gripped it in her hand, jerking it back and forth.

"See, doesn't that feel good?" Debbie purred, but didn't have to wait for an answer, as she was suddenly hit with a blast of cum, from the young man.

"Oh man, Oh God!" Bret gasped, as he looked at Debbie trying to wipe his cum from her eye. "I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean too."

"Bret it's all right," Debbie mumbled.

"Ah I have to go really, forget the money," Bret said, as Debbie again stopped him.

"Please Bret, you can do me if you want!" Debbie pleaded, as Bret pushed her out of the way and opened the door.

"Please Bret, do yah, ah... Don't you want to see me strip naked for yah?" Debbie screamed out, as Bret made it to the front steps. Bret stopped dead in his tracts; turning around he looked at Debbie in stunted silence. "That's right naked," she purred, as she waved him back in, his cum still dripping down her cheek.

Debbie spun around and went into the bathroom to clean up. She washed her face and hands quickly, before looking at her face in the mirror, wondering if she had it in her to go back out there.

"Ah Bret," she called out, somewhat hoping for a lack of response.

"Here Mrs. W." She heard from the living room.

"Oh man I have to tell him my first name," Debbie said, with a nervous chuckle. "Ok Debbie you can do this. I mean, ten bucks he has never seen a naked women up close before. Plus, they never forget their first. Plus you have worked so hard to keep your body in shape. Oh man did I have to say naked?"

With deep breaths, Debbie continued trying to build up her confidence, as she didn't want to break down in front of the young man. With one last deep breath, Debbie finally made her way back into the living room.

"Sorry again Mrs. W." Bret mumbled, as he looked down.

"Don't worry, it happens and Bret please call me Debbie, all right?" Debbie said, standing in front of him, as he sat on the couch. She was also looking directly at the large figure standing across the street. Strangely, she was a little relieved that he was there, because as long as she could see him she knew where he was, and he was far enough away that she figured he couldn't see her that well.

"Are you ready?" Debbie asked, as she looked down to Bret, who was shaking his head up and down, although she wasn't sure if she was only asking Bret.

Debbie looked down at her skimpy outfit. With trembling hands she slipped the right strap off her shoulder, and her right breast popped into view, a lot quicker than she would have liked. Her eyes looked up at Bret, when she heard him gasp. Debbie was mortified, but did her best to smile, as she slipped the left strap down, exposing her other breast to the young man.

"They're only tits dude," Debbie moaned to herself. Bret's eyes were a big a saucers, as if he was trying to burn the image of Debbie's breasts into his memory. Debbie stood with her hands by her sides, not really sure what to do with them now. The heat of his stare was quickly becoming unbearable for Debbie, causing her to turn around. After a minute or two to catch her breath, she began slowly lifting her tennis skirt, until she heard that gasp again, and knew that her naked backside must be visible. She stood frozen in that position as she tried to muster up some more courage to continue.

Debbie wasn't sure she could expose her pussy to the young man, especially in its present state, so when she turned back around, she quickly slid down on the couch next to the flushed young man.

"Wow Mrs. I mean Debbie, your uh, things are great looking." Bret mumbled.

"They're called breasts," Debbie said, as polite as possible, as she fought her urge to cover them.

"Breasts right, sorry," Bret said, and then looked away in embarrassment.

Debbie almost felt bad for the shy boy, as he reminded her a lot of herself when she was younger. She didn't need to ask him if he had ever had any sexual experience with a woman before, from his actions it was painfully obvious. She turned Bret's face back around and told him that it was all right. Debbie surprised herself by grabbing Bret's hand and pressing it to her chest. When she took her hand away, Bret just left his hand there, his jaw wide open.

"You can squeeze them Bret," Debbie whispered, after several awkward seconds had past.

"Not like that!" Debbie cried out quickly, when Bret's hand clamped down.

"I didn't mean squeeze; I meant caress, here like this," she said, as she guided Bret's hand to her breast again.

"See like this, soft and easy," she whispered, as she guided the young man's hand with hers. Slowly Debbie dropped her hand, and Bret was on his own. Debbie slowly sank back into the couch, as Bret switched from one breast to the other. She closed her eyes and tried to journey back to a time, when she was younger, and that intense feeling of being felt up for the first time. She tried anything to put out of her mind the reality of the day's events.

Debbie was snapped out of her quest, by the unique feeling of a hand running down from her breast, over her stomach, wondering around the waist of her tennis skirt. She felt her skirt rise, fingers dancing on her thigh, and then moving closer and closer.

"Oh my god," Bret gasped, matching Debbie's.

Debbie quickly opened her eyes. Bret wore a shocked look on his face. Debbie didn't know if it resulted from the fact that he just touched her pussy, or that she was shaved bare, or maybe it was the simple fact that she wasn't wearing panties.

Debbie didn't have the nerve to ask; she just smiled as seductively as she could and again guided Bret's hand back to her pussy. After a rough start, she figured she would show him how she liked to be rubbed. She moved his fingers in small circles around her clit. Bret was a slow learner, but soon got the idea.

Debbie again sank back against the couch, almost unconsciously reaching out with her left hand, rubbing the front of Bret's pants, until she found her target. He jumped at first, but didn't fight her this time. Debbie again closed her eyes, as she drifted back off to another place in time.

"Ah...Deb...I gotta go!" Bret screamed out, startling Debbie, as the young man sprinted towards the door.

"Wait Bret!" Debbie cried out as she was confused at first, and then quickly noticed her left fingers were wet and sticky. She let out a groan, as heard the front door slam.

"Oh man," Debbie cried out, as she covered her head with a pillow, for several minutes, as the humiliating events replayed in her head, before stumbling to the bathroom. After washing her hands, she returned to the living room.

"Well I tried," Debbie cried out, as she knew the voice was still there, and was trying a preventive strike.

"You tried, but failed, don`t let it happen again," the voice barked.

"Failed? It wasn't fair; this whole thing isn't fair!" Debbie screamed into the air.

"No more crying or complaining. You have used up my patience," the voice barked.

"Right, your patience," Debbie thought to herself, sitting down on the recliner, face in hands. "I just had the paperboy cum on me, twice."

"Now we have three hours until your haircut," the voice barked. "What shall we do?"

"Please leave me alone, I haven't done anything to anyone," Debbie pleaded. "Really, I'm no good at this."

"Debbie bring the speakerphone into the bedroom," the voice said seemingly ignoring Debbie.

Debbie did so, not before checking the lock on the front door and pulling the blinds shut. She even opened the front door and took the spare key from underneath the front mat.

"All set," Debbie moaned, when she entered the bedroom.

"Well I think not," the voice shot.

"What?" Debbie moaned.

"Well it's time to finish what he started," the voice barked.

"Ah, you lost me," Debbie said, as she sat on the bed.

"Ok Debbie I will make it clear for you," the voice hissed. "I want you to slip out of those clothes and lie back on the bed and bring yourself to orgasm."

"You want me to play with myself?" Debbie screamed out, her stomach fluttering.

She waited for an answer, but none came. Finally Debbie fell back on the bed and slipped her clothes off, but kept her pumps on. Debbie slid a hand down in between her legs and ran her fingers over her pussy lips and started to moan wildly. She figured she would fake it, like she did in the bathroom earlier, but the voice wasn't buying it.

The voice had Debbie assume different poses, each one seemingly out of some sick male perspective, on female masturbation. Debbie finale position was on her knees, shoulders pressed to the bed, both of her hands in action, one fingering deep inside her pussy, the other rubbing her clit. Debbie was totally humiliated, especially when the inevitable happened. She finally sank into the bed and pulled the covers over her head, hoping and praying that when she pulled them back off the day events would all have been a bad dream.

Debbie heard her name being called out from the speakerphone. She had spent the last couple of hours in bed, searching for answers to her current dilemma, but had seemingly come up empty.

"Welcome back Debbie, it's time to dress for your haircut," the voice boomed, when Debbie pulled the covers off her head.

"Ah, I usually just wear sweats," Debbie moaned, as she lifted the rest of the covers over her body, realizing her prayers were unanswered.

"Not today," the voice boomed. "Let's start with some hot shorts, Daisy Dukes seem appropriate."

"Funny, I get it," Debbie groaned, at the voice's lame joke.

She searched through her clothes, the voice finally settling on a pink pair of shorts, which were a little too small, at least to Debbie. Next she found her black pushup bra, which the voice had no problem with, however finding a top took some time. The voice finally led her through a systematic cutting up, of a normal white T-shirt, until the shirt barely covered her black bra.

As Debbie was dressing, the voice also told her exactly what it expected her to do with Daisy. None of it really surprised Debbie after the morning with the paperboy; although she still wasn't sure she could pull it off.

"Debbie, back into the bathroom," the voice ordered, when Debbie was finally dressed.

Back in the bathroom, Debbie stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. "Isn't this outfit a little obvious?" Debbie moaned. "Why don't I just wear a shirt that says, FUCK ME, in big letters?"

After adding more makeup and a dose of perfume, Debbie sat on the couch, nervously awaiting Daisy's arrival. She wasn't sure she could go through with it. She looked at the picture of her and Daisy on the wall. It wasn't like Daisy wasn't attractive. She reminded Debbie a lot of Nichole Kidman. She was lean and tall, with fair skin, and she had this thing about changing her hair color, but to Debbie she had the wrong equipment. Debbie still got queasy when she thought about two women making love.

Debbie's eyes shifted out the window; the big white truck was still there. Debbie sunk deeper into the couch, instantly feeling like a rat in a cage again. Several minutes later, she saw Daisy's car pull into her driveway.

"Just remember Debbie, I'm watching and listing, you wouldn't want to put your good friend in jeopardy too!" The voice barked. "That's what the man in the van is for."

The doorbell suddenly rang and Debbie stumbled to the door, on week knees. After the two exchanged pleasantries, they headed for the kitchen. Debbie opened a bottle of wine and pulled a chair to the center of the kitchen, as previously instructed by the voice. Daisy quickly went to work on Debbie's hair, as the two swapped stories about their children, as she worked. It didn't take Daisy long to finish up, as Debbie really only needed a trim.

"Daisy would you have a glass of wine with me in the living room?" Debbie nervously asked.

"Ah I guess, you're paying for the sitter," Daisy mumbled.

The two women moved to the couch, Debbie's heart was racing, as she was trying to follow the perverted plan that the voice had laid out for her to follow.

"Is this how you normally dress around the house Debbie?" Daisy mumbled, as if she finally couldn't help herself.

"No, it's just you know, the husband and the kids are away."

"Is everything ok Deb?" Daisy interrupted.

"Well not really."

"I knew it, you've been acting strange all day, first on the phone and then here," Daisy roared.

"It's just, ah you know..." Debbie started but just couldn't think of how to word it.

"Is it your husband?" Daisy asked.

Debbie just nodded her head, this wasn't what she planned and she felt bad about what she was about to say.

"It's just he doesn't do for me what he use too," Debbie managed.

"Whose husband does?" Daisy laughed, and then went on to tell a long rambled story about how great her sex life was when she was younger and then she got married and about how things changed. The two traded stories until Daisy excused herself, to use the bathroom. Debbie used the time to build her courage.

"Well Debbie, if we can settle up I have to go, but call me and we will talk," Daisy said when she came out.

"Please Daisy just a few more minutes; ah...I have one more thing."

"What is Debbie, you're not pregnant again?" Daisy moaned.

"No nothing like that," Debbie said, as she pulled Daisy down on the couch again. "Well it's just, you know I never went to college, and I never had a lot of girlfriends."

"I like you too Deb," Daisy said, as she gave Debbie a friendly hug. When Daisy went to break free from the hug, Debbie held on tight, as she looked up into Daisy's blue eyes.

"Hello Deb, it's me Daisy," Daisy whispered, as she felt Debbie shaking in her arms.

"I'm sorry!" Debbie cried out, as she slammed back against the couch, her hands covering her face.

"I can't fucking do this!" Debbie cried out.

"Debbie what's really wrong?" Daisy whispered, as she wrapped her arms around Debbie. "Man you're shaking!"

Debbie cried for several minutes, as Daisy did her best to comfort her. Finally Daisy held Debbie's face in her hands, as she dried her tears with a tissue. Debbie broke free and pressed her lips into her friends. She even held her firmly on the shoulders, to prevent her from pulling away. Debbie slowly broke the hold, and opened her eyes.

"Well that was interesting," Daisy moaned, which sent Debbie back into tears.

"Really Deb, it's all right," Daisy said, as she went back to her comforting roll. "I mean what's that saying, a kiss is just a kiss?"

"Does that mean you didn't like it?" Debbie mumbled.

"No, it just, you know, caught me by surprise, that's all, especially from you," Daisy mumbled. "You know our husbands are friends, we are friends, and our kids play together."

"That's why I figured I could try it with you," Debbie mumbled.

"You mean you just want to like fool around, or something?" Daisy nervously asked.

"I ah, just wanted to know, you know, what it's like, I guess I missed that part when I was younger," Debbie rambled.

"So it's not like, you know, you have feelings for me?" Daisy groaned.

"Well yah, I like you as a friend," Debbie moaned.

"Just a friend?" Daisy asked.

"Yah, it's not like I want to leave my husband for you." Debbie embarrassingly moaned.

"Oh thank god!" Daisy cried out in relief, as the two women hugged.

"Have you ever?" Debbie finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Ah a couple of times, when I was in high school, just petting though. I really don't think I could, you know, go down on a woman," Daisy mumbled.

"Oh," Debbie said, as she hung her head, because she also shared her friend's opinion and yet...

"Oh Debbie, look at me," Daisy said, as she lifted Debbie's chin. "I think I understand."

"I doubt it," Debbie said with a nervous laugh.

"Listen I really hate to see you like this," Daisy said. "So I'll try to help you out."

"You mean?"

"I mean, if you want to fool around a little, you know, touch each other," Daisy muttered.

"Sorry for making you so uncomfortable, you know I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have too!" Debbie cried.

"Yah I guess so...Wait, what do you mean you have too?" Daisy said as she held Debbie's chin in her hand.

"Ah, I just have to...get it out of my system," Debbie said, as she cringed.

"Ok, just no toys, or anything," Daisy said, and the two women nervously giggled. "Ok you can kiss me now, this time I might even kiss you back."

Debbie closed her eyes, as the two women's lips met. She didn't know if she was enjoying the kiss or the fact that she had seemingly pulled it off, as a sudden calmness fell over her. The two spent some time kissing before Daisy pulled away laughing.

"What, was it all right?" Debbie asked nervously.

"Yah Deb it was fine, you're a good kisser, it's just, ah it's just like kissing my sister. Maybe we can move on?" Daisy stuttered.

"Ok what's next?" Debbie asked.

"Hey it's your deal!" Daisy cried out.

"Oh yah, ok, ah let's see." Debbie mumbled, as she looked at Daisy shirt. She reached out and started to untie the bow, her calmness quickly replaced with trepidation, as she held the two halves together.

"Ah Debbie what are you doing?" Daisy said, as she held the front of her shirt. "I thought we were just going to fool around, you know petting.

"I ah, that's what I'm doing, isn't it? Please I just need to do this!" Debbie said, as inside she knew she had to follow the voice's plan.

"Ok Debbie, I trust you know what you're doing," Daisy mumbled.

"Well I don't, but that's the idea," she said, as she pulled the shirt open, reveling Daisy's breasts, now only covered by a small red bra.

For the second time today, Debbie felt that unique feeling of being felt up, for the first time, only this time she was doing the feeling up as she caressed Daisy`s breasts. She pulled at the top of Daisy's strapless bra, and pulled it down to her stomach, causing Daisy to gasp. Debbie's hands were shaking when they returned to Daisy's breasts. They were just like Debbie figured, small and firm, with small areola and pinkish nipples, which Debbie spent some time fondling, as they hardened in her grip. She looked up at Daisy, who wore a look of concern.

"Relax Debbie," Debbie moaned, before she shot. "Ah, I mean relax Daisy."

Debbie leaned forward and kissed Daisy's neck, before trailing her way down to her breasts. She spent several minutes kissing them all over, before getting the courage to finally take a hard pink nipple into her mouth. She took turns sucking and softly biting each one, for several minutes.

"Ah Deb I don't know about this," Daisy moaned, when she felt Debbie kissing her way down her stomach. Debbie didn't know just what to say to comfort Daisy, especially when she started pulling her jeans down. She finally pulled them off and tossed them aside.

"Ah Deb," Daisy moaned out, as Debbie began rubbing her hand over Daisy's small red panties.

"Doesn't that feel good?" Debbie moaned.

"C'mon, you know it does, but still," Daisy moaned.

Debbie could see that Daisy was struggling with her own emotions as well. Looking at the speakerphone, as if she was looking for an excuse. Debbie, thinking fast and in one burst of courage, moved Daisy's panties to the side, and quickly brought her face down. Quickly making contact with her target, causing Daisy to audibly moan. Debbie closed her eyes tight, as she began licking from the top to the bottom of Daisy's long pussy, which was covered in fine red pubic hair.

"Oh Debbie," Daisy moaned, "this wasn't what I had in mind."

Debbie wished she didn't say that, because that's exactly what she had been thinking the whole time, in fact the whole day. Debbie continued to lick at Daisy's pussy, trying to get used to the foreign taste. As she continued, she tried to remember how she liked to be licked, back in the day before she had kids, because after that Debbie swore off oral sex. She just didn't think a mom should be doing that kind of stuff.

Debbie kept her eyes closed, and tried to put out of her mind what she was doing, and to whom she was doing it. Debbie seemed to find Daisy's spot, as Daisy grabbed Debbie's head and held it, and she began crying out rather loudly. Daisy also began bucking her hips back and forth. Debbie was beginning to panic as her head felt like it was being pressed right into Daisy's pussy and soon Debbie wore a shinny mask of Daisy's juices.

Daisy, gasping for air, slowly let go of her head, and the two sat up on the couch, next to each other, in awkward silence, before the speakerphone caught Debbie's eye.

"Well, I might as well join yah," Debbie finally shot out.

Debbie looked at her friend and with a nervous smile lifted off her T-shirt and then quickly unsnapped her bra, before she could even think about it.

"Oh yah, ah nice tits Debbie, but I have to use the bathroom first," Daisy said, as she rushed for the bathroom.

When Daisy shut the door behind her, the voice reminded Debbie there was no turning back now and she'd betta get naked. Debbie just shook her head, as she knew the voice was right, as much as she didn't like it. Debbie slipped off her pink shorts and noticed she had a small wet spot in the crotch.

"Oh my," she moaned, as she used the shorts to wipe the extra moisture between her legs. She was more than a little embarrassed that she had become aroused, and she didn't want Daisy to find out just how much, although her sexual scent filled the room.

Daisy suddenly opened the bathroom door and was met by the naked Debbie, who gave her a small kiss. "I have to freshen up too, and then we can continue."

In the bathroom, Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror. She gasped, as her face was still shining from her earlier actions. She washed her face with cold water, somewhat surprised that steam didn't rise off her face, as it was burning hot.

"Ok Debbie, we have come this far, someday maybe you will be able to explain all this to her," Debbie said to herself, before taking a deep breath, for courage.

"Ok Daisy, I`m ready!" Debbie cried out, when she opened the door. "Daisy?"

Debbie raced to the window, just in time to see Daisy's taillights racing down her street.

"Ah what the fuck!" Debbie cried out.

"Well that's two strikes," the voice quickly bellowed from the speakerphone.

"Fuck that!"

"And fuck me, I know," the voice interrupted.

"Yah fuck you, and you're a fucking asshole, how's that?" Debbie snapped.

"Predictable, rejection is a bitch," the voice hissed.

"How will I ever explain this?" Debbie cried out. "Oh my god! What if she thinks I did it, just to get out of paying her?"

"Like the paperboy, but don't worry about that now, you have more important things to think about," the voice boomed.

"Please, I mean how much more do you think I can take, you're ruining my frigging life!" Debbie shot out.

"Well I think I have one final task in me, and I hope you do too."

"Really, just one more?" Debbie groaned, but was not real happy about it.

"Yes, but you can't fail this one, or it's three strikes and then..." The voice hissed.

"I know, please you're not helping," Debbie moaned, as she looked at her family's picture.

"I know what you need: to relax in a nice hot bath," the voice hissed.

"Oh yah that's what I need," Debbie said sarcastically, as she remembered that's exactly how this humiliating day started off.

"Get going," the voice barked.

Debbie started the tub, adding some bubbles for protection, as she was suddenly becoming painfully aware of her naked state. Settling into the tub, she almost laughed, as she thought the voice might have actually been right about the hot bath. Her jovial state didn't last long however, as she soon found herself using the water out of the faucet to masturbate, per the voice's request. She even had to get intimate with her son's Mr. Bubbles bottle, while his rubber ducky was never happier.

The End of Ch. 2

Ch. 3 "The Final Task," coming next.