The collar

No. It was unacceptable. May couldn't have expected Lauren, the hottest chick in town, to prance around in either of those two. Lauren has had about enough of her silly little mind games. Who was she to think she could boss her around, anyway? Nobody. A little tramp Danny picked up to try and fill the void she had left. Hah!

"So, which shall it be?" asked May, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Neither! Enough is enough! This ends here and now!" started Lauren, looking the insolent vixen in the eyes. May recoiled in fear at this sudden outburst of confidence. And that encouraged Lauren further. First time that day, she felt in control again. "You've had your fun. But now it's over. Here is what's going to happen. You go out there and ask Mr. Johnson for something suitable for me to wear. Preferably something belonging to her late wife. I don't fancy the idea of going through town in some smelly pants and a chequered shirt. Next you will take me to the nearest..."

Lauren was awoken from her monologue by May turning heels and exiting the bathroom. To do what she'd asked, no doubt. Lauren knew this would work. Her returning confidence had put May back in her place. After all, Lauren was not the kind of woman one could say no to. Alas, May's next move took the Ice Queen by surprise.

She simply turned to face Lauren from outside the bathroom, held up the T-shirt and the collar in her hands, and uttered one single word.

"Five."

Lauren furrowed her brows trying to make sense of it. What was she trying to say? Five what?

"Four."

And at that, Lauren's eyes widened in terror. She had been gravely mistaken. May cared not one bit about her previous rant. Nor the indignity of the choices. She still expected her to choose. And she was willing to leave her there if she didn't. Just like that. Leaving her completely naked in a stranger's house. Well, not a total stranger, but Lauren preferred Mr. Johnson not recognising his favourite business associate in such a sorry state.

"Three." continued May, backing even further away from the bathroom door.

"Wait!" panicked Lauren still holding onto the bathroom door for cover. But May did not slow down. She didn't need to. She knew Lauren was at her mercy. And so did poor Lauren. The sooner she accepted that simple fact, the better. Or so she thought.

"Two."

"The collar..." muttered Lauren in defeat.

"What was that?"

"I'll take the collar..." repeated Lauren, her gaze set on her feet, unable to look May in the eyes. At least with the collar, people would not associate her with The Lauren. Which was not the case with a T-shirt with her face on it. And she would only need to be May's puppy until she got home. Right?

"Good girl." said May with a cheshire grin. "Come here, so I can put it on."

And a few minutes later, a May beaming with superiority returned to Mr. Johnson at the front door. With a crawling naked 'puppy' in tow.

"She's decided to stay that way for the ride. She loves it." May explained. "As for you, it's time to say goodbye to the good man, don't you think so."

Lauren looked up at Mr. Johnson, her expression that of shame and helplessness. "Arf..."

"What was that?"

"Arf!" barked Lauren louder, her cheeks burning brighter.

"Good doggie. Don't you wanna pet her one last time Mr. Johnson?"

"Sure. Paw!" said the neighbour as he grabbed Lauren's raised hand and petted the naked lady on her disheveled head. A moment that to poor Lauren felt like an eternity. Crouching naked in front of this man, her body leaving nothing to the imagination. Her shapeless pale form and her clean-shaven crotch right in front of his eyes. The tiny pink nubs atop her flat chest hardened at the mere indignity of it -- reaching out towards the old man. At that point, she seriously wondered what was wrong with her body for reacting that way to such a lewd display.

"That's enough of that. Lauren and I gotta go." said May nonchalantly as she tugged on the leash. And at that, Lauren with panic looked into Mr. Jonhsons wide eyes. "Lola. I mean Lola and I need to go." May corrected herself, trying to stiffle a giggle. She quickly tugged Lauren away before Mr. Johnson could react. She saw from Lauren's face that she was wondering whether it had been an accident or deliberate. Or whether the old man had understood it. Mattered little. If he hadn't, he'd soon find the T-shirt May had 'accidentally' left on the sofa. That should definitely do the trick.

Momentarily, Lauren was glad she was out of the old man's clutches, and that there were no people in sight this early in the morning. As May led the naked Lauren to her car, she opened the passenger's seat door. "Hop!" she instructed, and Lauren did just that. Only after the door had been slammed shut behind her did she realise her true predicament. Because May was still outside, yet someone was already sitting at the wheel.