"Marianne? You won't believe who came to visit!"

Rachel opened the door, making way for a flushing and flustered Mackenzie. "Scoot!" she told her former friend. "Get in, quickly, before someones sees you." Mackenzie didn't wait to be told twice, and almost jumped inside. Temporarily distracted from the shock of being recorded while masturbating, she felt relieved at being out of public view. Maybe Rachel was just pulling her leg. "What do you mean, 'change the deal'?" she asked, turning around, now that she gathered a little courage.

But Rachel didn't answer Mackenzie. "Marianne? How are you?" Rachel was holding the phone to her ear, pulling the door close behind her. "You wouldn't believe who came to visit. Have you seen the email I just sent you?" Mackenzie's short lived hope turned into embarrassment and frustration. Did Rachel just sent the video to Marianne? Since when are these two talking to each other? "What are you doing?!" Mackenzie darted, trying to grab Rachel's phone in a **** move, but all she managed to do was to disrupt her conversation.

Rachel - tan, green eyed, and brunette - was smaller than Mackenzie, maybe by a couple of inches, but she was definitely fitter. Also, she wasn't naked, post-orgasmic, and flustered. Holding the phone out of reach, and grabbing the redhead's breast with her strong fingers, Rachel scolded her. "What are you doing? Get in the living room, now!" "But ... ouch. Let go of my breast." "I said, get in the living room, now!" Rachel's assertive tone and the pain worked as a charm. Mackenzie gave up, and stepped inside, silently, her cheeks flush with exertion and embarrassment. To add insult to injury, Rachel spanked her ass on the way in, before resuming her conversation.

By now, Marianne had seen the video, because Mackenzie could hear Rachel laughing. "Yeah, I know, it's too funny. So, what are you up to now? ... Uh, huh .. uh ... huh ... Why don't come over here? Oh, and bring a bottle of wine, too." Pause. "Oh that's brilliant." Rachel finished her conversation, and followed into her living room, where Mackenzie stood, flustered and confused.

"Why are you doing this? And what's up with you and Marianne?" Mackenzie asked, teary eyed. Rachel sat on the sofa. "You will find out really soon. But stop trying to pull a trick like earlier. That video is in the cloud now. Even if you had my phone, you couldn't delete it. If you do everything I say, from now on, I may give you the key to your house. If you don't ... There's no shortage of people that will get that email. I might even put it on Facebook."

Mackenzie gasped, as she heard Rachel speak. "Are we clear?" asked the brunette. The redhead nodded.