Phoebe

Phoebe Buffay jogged up the staircase up to Monica and Rachel's apartment. She had not planned to hang out with the pair until the evening, so the call had surprised her a bit, it was welcomed though since she was not doing anything. Reaching the door to the apartment, Phoebe looked down at herself. She had her own style compared to her friends and though she was comfortable with it Phoebe felt a little self-conscious about it sometimes. The slender blonde had long straight hair worn loose as usual. She was clad in a faux buck-skinned coat over a long-sleeved sweater and a loose skirt with the hem just falling past her knees. A brown leather purse and knee-high riding boots completed her look. She nodded to herself before she turned the doorknob to the apartment. It was never locked.

"I'm here!" Phoebe announced when she stepped into the apartment. "Oh... this is interesting..." she then said as she closed the door behind her. Monica stood in the living room completely naked, her dark eyes staring ahead blankly while her lips bore a wide smile. The dark-haired woman stood with her arms extended in front of her like a zombie. "What's going on Monica? What is this?" she asked, gesturing at her friend's nudity. Monica remained unmoving and silent. "Monica?" Phoebe asked once more as she stepped up to her friend. She waved a hand in front of Monica's eyes. The other woman remained unchanged.

Phoebe crossed her arms under her chest and looked Monica over with a smirk. She looked her in the eyes for a beat. Phoebe was sure Monica would break, but she didn't. "So is this a game?" she asked and reached out pinched one of Monica's breasts. "Really?" she whined when her friend did not react. "What is this?"

"This," Frank replied, coming out of the bedroom with his flashlight in hands.

"Who the heck are you?!" Phoebe demanded, stepping back. "Is that a flashlight?"

Frank aimed the light at the blonde and beamed her in the face with it.

"Ah wow! It's so bri..." Phoebe remarked and winced away. She suddenly relaxed, her arms dropping to her sides, and her face went blank.

"Not as hot as your friends, but cute none the less..." Frank said as he stepped up Phoebe and tapped her on the nose. Phoebe for her part remained blank faced. "Phoebe you are now my ****, you will do everything I ask without hesitation or thought. You will refer to me as master. Do you understand?"

"I am your ****...I will do everything you ask...I understand master..." Phoebe replied toneless her gaze fixed ahead unseeing.

"This outfit doesn't work, you look like a librarian hippy..." Frank said as he looked Phoebe up and down. "Let's change that...Phoebe strip naked."

"Yes master..." Phoebe said and dropped her purse. She shrugged out of her jacket next before she started work off her sweater. The sweater was soon dropped aside to reveal red satin bra that held up her breasts. Phoebe still looking forward reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The bra straps slid off her slender shoulders before the cups from her perky breasts. Frank's eyes were glued to Phoebe's pink nipples as she started to wiggle her skirt from her hips. Her skirt fell to her ankles uncovering the purple tights she had on underneath. Phoebe kicked away her skirt before leaning forward to unzip and remove her riding boots. She then peels away her tights to reveal she had opted for no panties for the day. Her clean shaven sex is soon revealed to Frank.

"Not bad, not bad..." Frank grinned as he stepped up to Phoebe. He cupped her breasts, giving them a firm grope before moving south to her shaven mound. Her slender body was more model-like when out of her clothing. She looked better in the buff. Frank tilted Phoebe's chin up before he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lip. "You look so much better this way..." he breathed when he pulled his lips back. Taking a step back, Frank whipped out his phone and snapped some photos of the blonde.

After snapping his fill of photos and looking them over, he looks back up at Phoebe and commands, "Phoebe, you will stand stock still like a store-front dummy, but you will be posable like a doll."

"I am a store front dummy and posable like doll..." Phoebe repeated tonelessly.

Phoebe was then posed in various poses. Her hands were placed on her hips with a smirk molded on her face. One hand were then posed in her hair while her back was arched with her eyes closed and mouth open. Another pose had her on all fours with your tongue out. Between poses, Frank snapped several photos. She was then posed in poses with Monica, the two friends put into an intimate embrace. Frank was so into the photos and poses that he did not hear the door to the apartment opening.

"What the hell is going on?!" Rachel Green demanded.