The Foxes are Allowed Entry into the Gilded Henhouse ...

Vanessa takes stock of what's just happened ....

Vanessa filled one glass with the just opened Burgundy, but held back on Sienna's, as she awaited her friend joining her downstairs. As she enjoyed her first large gulp--this wasn't the time to take the small sips her vintage Pouilly-Fuissé usually warranted--she sat back & reflected on what had just occurred. She was only too aware of how excited she felt--the wetness seeping into her panties told her that. She knew she was a natural show-off anyway--always keen to be the center of attention, & to be admired, envied, as a beautiful, elegantly attired woman. More than one of her ex-boyfriends had leveled the charge of vanity against her--but this was always dismissed by Vanessa as sour grapes. One of her university boyfriends, a PhD Psychology student, had even accused her of being a pathological narcissist. That one was close to the mark, but none of the thoughts of these embittered men, carried much import in Vanessa's mind.

She was mostly focused on her own feelings. What was exciting to her here, was that she had found a way of combining her fondness for showing off, with a sense of putting on a teasing display, & crucially, whilst retaining complete control of the situation. The scenario she'd just enacted was, she reasoned, a way of starting a situation. How far it could go was entirely in her own hands. Just what could a harmless looking, middle aged woman actually do anyway? This woman, after all, had taken the insults thrown at her earlier, meekly & quietly--she was evidently only too grateful to accept whatever crumbs dropped her way.

Of course, Vanessa recognized that it was an unsatisfactory compromise in so many key aspects--actual physical contact, which she desperately yearned for, was evidently impossible. She had to accept a climactic outcome would have to remain in her masturbation scenarios!

Vanessa drained her glass, & wondered why Sienna hadn't made it downstairs. She then realized her friend was equally obsessed with her appearance, & that Sienna was probably preoccupied with getting her look just perfect. Vanessa thought she should go see, & took up the bottle, in a cooler bucket, with two glasses. She could then get a detailed viewing of some of those new dresses of hers. As Vanessa knocked on her friend's bedroom door & entered, she heard Sienna's voice--she was busy Face Timing her husband, with their relationship still in that passionate early post-marriage phase, on her iPad. She was giving him an impromptu fashion show, initially with some sexy, new lingerie. Vanessa put the bottle & one glass down, excused herself & turned back round. Sienna briefly broke off to thank her friend, & resumed the titillating display for Robert.

Vanessa returned downstairs, & just after opening a second bottle, the front door bell started ringing.

Sonja & Lizzie Quickly Re-Assess their Goals--And How to Achieve them .....

After hearing Lizzie's account of Vanessa flaunting herself to her friend, whilst only partially dressed & so flagrantly, Sonja had immediately concluded the rich bitch was either a shameless exhibitionist, some form of kinky slut, or both. Why would she consciously put herself on display like that? And, with no disrespect to Lizzie, to a woman who couldn't be viewed as physically attractive, regardless of her heart-of-gold personality. Sonja certainly couldn't begin to comprehend the reasons for such behavior. As a straight woman herself, she'd never entertained any notions of hitting on another woman. This was reinforced in the case of Vanessa, an undoubtedly beautiful young woman, but with a totally unattractive personality--an insufferably arrogant, rude, rich snob. Sonja's brain was now looking at achieving much more than originally planned. Sonja also recognized that it wasn't bargaining chips with the B-S group she needed, it was leverage with Vanessa. Everything else would follow.

Sonja asked Lizzie for her thoughts, as they reached the entrance to the courtyard, & stood still. After reflecting for a few seconds, Lizzie said,

"Sonja, I truly despise her. Both her & her snooty bitch friend really humiliated me earlier. They belittled me, & made me feel like something worthless on the sole of their fancy heels. I was on the brink of slapping them silly!

"I need some one-to-one time with her! Wow ... that would make my day! ...month! ....year! ...."

Sonja just stood there wide-mouthed. Whilst the pair had become good friends, the subject of their sexual preferences just hadn't cropped up. Sonja said to her friend,

"Well, Lizzie, you're a dark horse, aren't you? ...that conceited piece of work does need a lesson in respect ....

"And, in any case, it’s personal now ...I’ve not forgotten how she spoke to me either!"

Sonja addressed the key question, just how were they going to gain entry to Vanessa's home?

"Look, Lizzie, it's going to be very simple. I'm convinced she's a kinky bitch ...she'll probably put on her arrogant face again, when you approach her, & talk down to you again. If she finds some excuse to keep you around ...well, that will speak even louder. And I just need to get inside ....

"You say she gave you £50 earlier! Just tell her you can't accept such a generous donation, & are willing to do some more work to fully earn that sum .... "

And with that, Sonja gave Lizzie a few final words of encouragement.

Lizzie walked confidently up to the front door, & rang the doorbell.

Vanessa reacts to Lizzie's Surprise Return

When Vanessa checked the front door security image, she was surprised, & inwardly delighted, to see Lizzie had returned. Her brain was racing with speculation, & wanted an answer--has she returned for more 'crumbs' from my table? Does she expect to see more? She thought that she could play with the poor little mouse a bit longer.

She opened the door,

"Oh ....I thought we had concluded everything ....really, how ungrateful!

"I don't see how you can possibly expect more money ....I've been overgenerous as it is ..."

"No miss ....you've got the wrong idea ....you really showed me your giving side earlier ....I have my pride ...& I want to earn my money ....I can do some cleaning for no extra."

"Oh ...what a surprise ...& very refreshing for someone of your ....errrm, background, I must say.

"Let me think ....you could clean my car, but that has just been done by my valeting service. However, my friend has just driven up to stay a few days & her car needs cleaning. Meet me at the garage entrance ....I need to let you in down there ...."

Shortly, Vanessa opened her electric garage doors, & ushered Lizzie just inside,

"Here, this is the vehicle I'm talking about ..." as she pointed to Sienna's Santorini Black Range Rover Evoque, lightly coated with a dust layer acquired during the drive up from her Hampshire home in the dry, summer heat.

“I believe you will find everything you need for cleaning here ....my valeting people store what they use over there. If you do a good job ....I will reward your efforts ....I really can't help myself when I encounter people like you ....I was once told I had a giving heart ...so true!"

Vanessa had never forgotten her conversation with that woman from 5 years ago.

"Thank you, miss ...you won't be disappointed ..."

"Oh, you can't enter the house from inside here ...there's a security door at the top of the stairs ....but I will come down shortly to check on your progress ....I expect you to be diligent, as I have high standards."

Vanessa returned to the main house via the garage steps. Lizzie showed herself at the garage door, & beckoned to Sonja, who had remained at the entrance to the courtyard.

"See ....I told you she was a kinky rich bitch! ....I can't believe it, it's gonna be fun!..." said Sonja, as she quickly entered the garage.

Lizzie substantially lowered the garage doors with the internal control, & said,

"Sonja, she said she's checking up on me in a few minutes ...you'd better find a place to hide ...I need to start cleaning this other bitch's fancy car ...."

Sonja smiled at her friend & looked for a vantage point in the expansive garage space. As well as the generously proportioned parking area, large enough for two cars, it shared the large ground floor with a gym room loaded with all sorts of exercise equipment, mirrored internal walls, & a transparent partition separating it from the garage. The staircase up to the rest of the house was at the boundary between the two areas.

After a quick tour, Sonja uttered an expletive, as she ran her hand over Vanessa's luxurious white Bentley GT convertible. She then found a spot that placed her near the front of Vanessa's car, & which allowed her to crawl under if she needed more cover. Crucially, she was perfectly positioned to witness any conversations between Lizzie & Vanessa.

Vanessa's heart was pounding as she quickly returned to her bedroom, after a quick, silent check on Sienna. Her friend's words soon confirmed that she was still engaged in talking dirty, & showing off, to Robert. Vanessa had been dripping steadily into her mid-rise black panties from the start of her tease display to Lizzie. She removed them & the matching bra, & replaced them with just a pink, leavers lace thong--a bra was clearly totally superfluous to this game. With a big grin on her face, the black panties were stuffed into her robe pocket, to be dropped as a possible gift for her mouse. She slipped on a pair of Prada neutral tone, patent leather sandals, which acted as her in-house footwear. The robe cord was left untied again, as she decided to check on her garage guest. But first, she enjoyed another gulp of her fine Burgundy. The combined effects of the **** & the situation were, indeed, drawing Vanessa irredeemably into her own trap. She waited a few more minutes, getting herself more & more excited at the prospect of raising the stakes of the situation.

Finally, it was time to return to the garage.

Downstairs, Sonja reminded Lizzie,

"When this bitch teases you again, remember she's issuing you an open invitation ....

"Take control ...she'll be ready to listen then! ....

"Just remember this ...she's not interested in how well you actually clean this car ..."

Lizzie nodded her head & started cleaning the satin black alloy wheels. As she completed the front pair, she heard the security door open & the clatter of footsteps on the wooden stairs.

Vanessa Returns ....

Standing at the front of the Range Rover, Lizzie had an extended view of the rich aristocrat as she performed a repeat showing of her previous staircase descent. She immediately noticed the robe was, again, undone, & felt her own blood rushing, when she excitedly saw that the rich bitch had changed her black panties to an obviously smaller variety of pink lace. Vanessa knew exactly where the low class woman's gaze was fixed, but pretended she was unaware.

"How are you getting on? ....I thought I should check the quality of your work before too much time had elapsed ...."

"Well, Miss ...I have only had a few minutes, but I've started with the wheels, as they're the dirtiest part of the car ..."

"Mmmm, let me see how they look ..."

Vanessa walked to the front of the car, stood close to Lizzie, but with her back half-turned. She then bent over at her hips, maintaining a stiff, straight leg pose, & looked at the front left wheel. Lizzie, barely controlling her own excitement, immediately took a couple of steps back, to gain a better view of the titillating display. Her mind was made up ...

"Well, you appear to have done an adequate job here ..."

Vanessa paused, as she felt a hand on her shoulder, making her turn round to face Lizzie.

"What on earth do you ..."

Before she could finish, Lizzie delivered two sharp slaps, backhand & forehand across both cheeks, & pushed the shocked aristocrat back down onto the car bonnet. She said to the stunned, semi-upright, rich snob,

"We both know what you want, don't we Miss? Just don't speak until I tell you ....the only noises I wanna hear outta your stuck-up mouth are you moaning in anticipation, & as you do, I'll know I'm earning my money ...

"The real question is ....how are you going to repay me for all of this? ....

"By the way, as you don't appear to know what this cord is for, I'm going to show you, pay very close attention to what I do ...."

As she spoke, Lizzie quickly yanked the cord of Vanessa's robe from out of its loops. She pushed Vanessa flat onto the bonnet, & ordered her to raise her hands above her head. Vanessa silently & immediately complied, & without a hint of her usual haughtiness, merely said,

"Please don't hurt me ...I'll do anything you ask ..."

"Oh, yes ....you will ...after the way you've spoken to me today ..."

Lizzie, feeling a surge of power & adrenaline, she hadn't experienced in years, immediately knew she had control over the rich bitch. She securely bound her wrists together with the cord, before tying the rest around the windscreen wiper. With Vanessa securely held at the top, Lizzie roughly pulled her prostrate body further up the engine bonnet, until only her calves were dangling, well off the ground.

Vanessa, dumbstruck at the speed of events, was also too excited at what had just happened to say anything else. She was conscious, though, of how she was starting to leak profusely into her small thong.

Lizzie stood at the side of the bonnet, & said,

"Enough of the tease show, eh, ...let's fully open up this robe & see what you've not quite managed to keep under wraps! ..."

Lizzie fully lowered the garage doors.