Uninvited

As the small group entered her bedroom, Lauren turned a deep shade of crimson -- both from anger and embarrassment. "Get out! NOW!" she yelled, trying to maintain her composure despite being in such a **** position in nothing but her underwear.

"Or what?" asked Danny with an amused look.

"Or... or..." stammered Lauren, "... or you'll be sorry."

"Lauren, Lauren, Lauren. You haven't yet realised the position you are in." stepped forward May, as the impromptu leader of the little bunch. "I'll break it to you as mildly as I can," she leaned closer to her and whispered, "You are not in charge anymore."

Her voice sent shivers down Lauren's spine. Despite what May had said, Lauren was fully aware of her predicament. And it was not looking good at all. "This... this is MY house." she said, failing miserably at sounding threatening. "You can't be in here uninvited. You can't see me like... like this..."

"I don't know why you are suddenly so shy. We've all seen you in less before." grinned May as she circled the bed and her newfound prey. Lauren glanced back at the two other women, with whom she had her fair share of run-ins in the past. May just followed her eyes and chukled. "Oh, yeah... Not all of us."

The two were Beth and Miranda, two young, air-headed bimbos from the lower class who preyed on wealthy men for some entertainment and to satisfy their needs. Women without much education, social status or taste, who believed themselves to be the most beautiful of all. Reason enough for a lady of Lauren's caliber to feud with or humiliate through her superior intellect. Also, reason enough for them to be looking for some payback.

"Whyever would the 'great' Lauren be so shy in front of us?" asked Beth, the tall, fair-skinned blonde in a mocking tone. "We know 'our places'. The one, you so generously put us in on numerous occasions. Remember?"

"Oh, I 'member. But I have a feeling we may get to show 'her highness' her place in the unforseen future." said Miranda, the raven-haired woman with an exotic beauty. "...or maybe tonight." she added with a snicker.

Lauren gulped. She could feel sweat forming on her forehead as she looked the uninvited guests approach her and settle around her **** self on the edge of the bed. Each looking back at her with unsettling glints in their eyes.

"Oh my, look at that." said Beth, pointing at Lauren. "Those panties are positively drenched. What have you done to her, Tom?"

"You know, I have that effect on ladies." winked back Tom.

"Well, in any case, they gotta go. They are way too soaked to wear. " smiled May.

"NOOOOO!!!!" screamed Lauren. "You can't do this!"

"Can't we?" asked May surprised. She looked around the room then back at Lauren. "And who's going to stop us?"

"I - I... I'll call the police." she tried to scare them, not entirely sure how she would accomplish that bound as she was.

"Yeah, like you could..." started May before being interrupted.

"Here." shrugged Beth as she held her phone to Lauren's ears. "It's ringing."

May looked at her friend with a puzzled expression 'what the fuck?', but Beth winked at her like she'd had some sort of plan. May felt uneasy relying on whatever her not so wise friend had in mind, but she just wacthed with increasing curiousity.

"I'm sure they'd love to hear you explain how you got yourself into this mess." added Beth with a wicked grin.

Lauren's eyes nearly bugged out in shock. She had not expected that. She was given a chance to call for help. Nay, help was actually offered to her. All she needed was ask. But was it really any help? If police found her, the hottest lady in town, bound to her bed in her underwear, gossip would spread like wildfire. Her reputation would be ruined. She could not allow that.

"*static* City Police Station. How may I assist you?" came the raspy voice of a male from the phone.

Lauren opened her mouth to speak, but no voice came out. She was just breathing in the phone. All she needed to escape the situation was speak, but she couldn't. She wanted to, but it was like her brain had decided otherwise.

"I can hear you, ma'am. Is there a problem? Can you not talk?" came the concerned reply from the phone.

Beth looked Lauren in the eye and could see the undecisive expression that was on her face. A wide sneer spread across her face, as the Ice Queen had done exactly what she had wanted her to. She was too proud to allow a 'rescue team' seeing her like that. With a chuckle, she hanged up and slid her phone in her purse.

"Cat got your tongue? Too bad. That means we can get this over with undisturbed." cackled May, as she felt she was once again fully in control of the situation. "Shall we begin?"