Won't You be My Neighbor?

Reggie watched McKenzie's tight bum quickly retreat up the stairs in earnest to prepare for the new life role Reggie had prepared for her.

Reggie clasped his wrists behind back as he casually walked towards the large bay window at the front of the living room, walking in tune with Eve's contented humming wafting from the kitchen as she prepared the grocery list as per her new domestic duties.

After his father's passing, Eve had set up residence in an unnecessarily palatial 3-story Colonial within the highly sought after gated community 'Whispering Pines'. Tapping the scrolled deed in his hands, Reggie smirked to himself guesstimating the current liquified assets to be worth at least the low five million range.

At that moment, he noticed a snow white Jaguar pull into the semicircular drive of the expansive brick 3-story Tutor directly opposite his new investment. Reggie watched as the drivers side door opened and two slender legs clad in smokey hose and capped with 3 inch white closed toe heels swiveled in the plush seat to land flat on the asphalt drive.

Reggie recognized the familiar white skirt suited visage of Ms. Saundra Collins, well respected anchor for Channel 9's evening news, grab her matching white purse while exiting the car. Her shoulder length golden blonde hair was styled in her typical on-air fashion of plastered stiffly in place with ample hairspray, with large sweeping bangs across forehead to tuck neatly behind her right ear. Pausing only to chirp the car alarm, she proceeded towards the front door in her designer white knee length silk brocade skirt and matching blazer with wide notched collar fastened with a single button below her sizable C-cup breasts while fumbling through her purse to locate house keys.

Reggie grimaced as he recalled the unfortunate circumstances of their first meeting. During the summer months, Eve had tasked Reggie with the menial chores and maintenance of the house and surrounding property. Even though every other house and property in the development hired the services of a reputable landscaping service which provided a substantial discount to the Whispering Pines residents, Eve refused the service, claiming Reggie needed to learn responsibility and that it was a 'character building' experience. Reggie frowned, thinking back on the irony of the shallow materialistic Eve criticizing work ethic and character when she and her spoilt daughter lifted fingers only to pop bon-bons while lazing on the couch or for exchanging credit cards.

A wry smile returned to his thin lips as Eve's steady humming emanating from the kitchen reminded him that things would be much different moving forward.

Watching the front door close behind Saundra's tight skirted bum, Reggie recalled the hot summer day Eve had forcibly 'requested' that he mow Sandra's lawn as a favor being that she was rarely home due to the off-hours of her rigorous television media work schedule. Reggie argued in that Saundra already utilized the community landscaping services and the work would be a waste of his time and effort, but Eve insisted. Despite the ridiculous request, Reggie begrudgingly agreed and set to preparing the mower to drive across the street. Saundra's Jag had not been in the driveway, the normally tell-tale sign that she was currently not at home, so Reggie dropped the blades and steered the wheel while deciding to start on the back yard. A sharp scream pierced the steady hum of the mower engine and rotating blades. Saundra had been sunbathing the entirety of her lithe exposed body beside the large rectangular in ground pool at the rear of the house. She sat in a lounge chair with her knees to chest and arms covering breast while cursing obscenities clearly heard above the din of the mower. Reggie smirked as he caught glimpses of her neatly trimmed bush while she continued to scream, shifting her curvaceous body in the lounge chair while trying to find something to conceal her nakedness. Reggie quickly cut the wheel and drove the mower home only to be interrupted several minutes later by an angry pounding on the front door. Reggie listened from the living room as Eve attempted to placate Saundra in the foyer while she repeatedly spat allegations of 'stalker', 'voyeur', and 'pervert', regarding the recent coincidental event. After Reggie issued a **** apology on Eve's stern eyed insistence, Saundra returned home with the threat of filing a restraining order if he was ever seen near her property again.

Reggie was unaware at the time, but he had later found out that Eve was soliciting Saundra in an attempt to get McKenzie in the door at her television studio and potentially into the media scene or possibly even acting. Reggie was furious regarding both the baseless accusations from Saundra, Eve's refusal to defend him, and that he had been used for McKenzie's selfish purposes.

Reggie then thought about the other neighbors flanking his house and residing on his street. He hadn't really thought too much on it before, probably because of the harsh stares he received after Saundra's embellished allegations spread like a cancer through the community, but all his neighbors were either MILF's with attractive college aged daughters, well maintained divorcees, or single, professional women of influence. Reggie actually wondered if 'attractive woman between ages 18 and 45' was listed as a requirement on the community application. He briefly chucked, thinking that It seemed like a coincidence only possible in some erotic story, but he certainly wasn't going to question his good fortune.

Given the scenarios he had set up for both McKenzie's and Eve's new lease on life, Reggie was struck with inspiration and an opportunity for some more perverted fun.

Reggie walked to the stairs leading to the second floor. "McKenzie!", he called, "Downstairs in the living room, NOW!",

Reggie peeked into the kitchen where Eve was taking stock of the dry goods in the pantry while still humming along peacefully. "Eve", he called through the threshold causing her to stop and grace him with a smile. "Please meet McKenzie and myself in the living room", Reggie announced and then moved to seat himself in the large comfortable recliner in the center of the living room.

"Yes sir, right away sir", Eve responded while placing the pad and pen she had been using to take inventory on the island counter and follow Reggie into the living room.

"Coming sir!", McKenzie called while thumping loudly down the stairs. She must have been dressing when he summoned her as she was awkwardly struggling to work her arms through a sleek sleeveless pink satin shell and was wearing only matching pink lace panties covering her sex and a single pink sock on her right foot as she quickly descended the stairs.

Both women assembled before his recliner with hands clasped at wrists resting before them as they patiently awaited Reggie's instructions. Reggie noticed Eve casting disapproving glances at the half-clothed daughter she now believed to be the source of her financial hardship.

"I think I have a financial opportunity for you ladies to pad your accounts", Reggie addressed them with a smirk while adjusting the recliner to elevate his feet.

"That's wonderful sir!", McKenzie chirped perkily. "Thank you so much sir!", she continued to gush with genuine appreciation toward her once-despised step brother now savior.

"You're so considerate sir", Eve responded while still scowling at the lazy, ambition-less daughter that had bankrupt her. "I can't possibly thank you enough sir", Eve continued, turning to grace Reggie with a warm smile.

"I'm sure we'll find ways for you both to show your appreciation", Reggie continued while smiling to himself thinking of the limitless perverted potential of his two live-in playthings. Both women were nervously wringing slender hands before lacy pink panties and tight black polyester slacks as they anxiously awaited for Reggie to reveal his grand scheme.

Reggie sat in his recliner feigning contemplation as the women continued to fidget with nervous energy before him. After several minutes of awkward silence, Reggie spoke.

"We're going to host a neighborhood costume party and auction", Reggie paused briefly while observing Eve and McKenzie's reaction to the suggestion "And charge your bitchy neighbors one grand each for tickets to attend where they will competitively bid on your personal services", He continued, watching smiles slowly split faces as the women began to mentally calculate the potential earnings based on how many neighbors to invite. "Great idea, Right?", he concluded, intently watching the two women now beaming excitedly.

"What a FABULOUS idea, sir!", McKenzie squealed girlishly. "I can wear my new maid uniform!", she continued with genuine excitement, already envisioning which heels, bra and panty set to wear, and how best to style her hair and apply her makeup to flatter her new uniform.

"SPLENDID suggestion, sir!", Eve sang delightfully while clapping her hands daintily. "I could wear my new black Prada.....", Eve mused to herself, tapping her slender index finger against plump red-painted bottom lip. "....And attend as a fashion model", Eve continued, already accessorizing her complete outfit similar to her daughter.

Both women tittered excitedly before Reggie, eagerly awaiting his permission to begin preparations.

"You're mistaken ladies", both Eve and McKenzie blinked as Reggie interrupted their pleasant daydreams. "This is to be a fetish costume party", both pretty blonde and strawberry blonde heads tilted slightly with curiosity. "I will be choosing your outfits for you!", Reggie sank further in the plush recliner as each woman watched him expectantly.

"Oh..", McKenzie responded dejectedly while wringing her hands before lacy panties. "As you wish sir", She responded with chin heavy on chest.

"Of course sir", Eve responded dutifully with a slight tinge of disappointment in her voice. "What would you have us wear sir?", she asked, genuinely curious as to his choices.

"McKenzie", Reggie turned to address his step-sister. "With your bitchy attitude, childish tantrums, and generally selfish behavior...", McKenzie's shoulders sank and flinched with each word while Eve straightened and smiled smugly. "....will dress as an infant", McKenzie's eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open while Eve leaked an unladylike snort of approval.

"Go purchase an oversized plastic pink diaper, matching pink bonnet, bib, and ankle socks", Reggie watched as McKenzie nodded slowly while making a mental list. "Make sure to accessorize with matching Mary Janes, a large pacifier to hang around your neck, and either a baby rattle or bottle." Reggie concluded as McKenzie pouted and audibly whimpered before him. "You will also contact and invite your two most attractive friends from your modeling agency and purchase identical infant outfits in pale yellow and powder blue as their costumes.

Reggie then projected his thoughts directly towards his pouting step-sister.

"WHEN YOU INVITE YOUR TWO FRIENDS, DO NOT MENTION THE COSTUMES YOU HAVE PURCHASED AND IMMEDIATELY INTRODUCE THEM TO REGGIE WHEN THEY ARRIVE. WHEN THE FIRST GUESTS ARRIVE, YOU WILL ACT AND SPEAK LIKE A TODDLER, BUT WILL THINK YOU ARE ACTING COMPLETELY NORMAL!"

"Yes sir", McKenzie replied, studying the fingers now clutching the hem of her pretty pink blouse while completely unaware of the additional instructions settling in her brain.

"We'll also need you to drive to an adult toy store and purchases both a cat and dog tail anal butt plug, matching floppy dog ears and cat ear head bands, and several discreet remote control vibrating eggs", Reggie continued eliciting a breathy gasp from McKenzie.

Reggie then turned to address Eve, now smiling gloatingly beside her dejected daughter.

"Eve, regarding your Prada...", Eve audibly gulped, sensing impending misfortune. "you will be listing the majority of your wardrobe on Internet auction sites, so we can't have you depreciating the merchandise value", Reggie concluded to Eve's blank stare as she slowly worked her mouth in wordless response.

"Y.y.y...Yes... s.s.s...Sir", Eve finally stammered, through pale, color-drained lips. McKenzie snickered at her side, enjoying the justice Reggie metered towards her penny-less mother.

"Anyways", Reggie continued over the stuttering blonde. "To commemorate her new life of devoted servitude, Eve will be attending as a female dog furry". Both Eve and McKenzie blinked, staring questioningly at Reggie in response.

Reggie then concentrated to focus his thoughts on Eve.

"YOU WILL PREPARE FOR THE PARTY BY SELECTING YOUR BEST SKIRT SUIT AND BLOUSE SET FROM YOUR WARDROBE AND MODIFY THE SKIRT SO AS TO ALLOW A BUTT PLUG DOG TAIL TO PROJECT UNOBSTRUCTED IN THE REAR. YOU WILL APPLY YOUR MAKEUP AND STYLE YOUR HAIR IN A SOPHISTICATED MANNER BEFORE SETTING THE MATCHING FLOPPY DOG EARS IN PLACE. YOU WILL THEN INSERT A VIBRATING EGG IN YOUR PANTIES AND CARRY AROUND THE OPERATING REMOTE CONTROL THROUGHOUT THE EVENING. WHEN THE FIRST GUEST ARRIVES, YOU WILL ONLY BE ABLE TO SPEAK IN YIPS AND GROWLS, BUT WILL THINK YOU ARE ACTING COMPLETELY NORMAL. WHEN SOMEONE PETS YOUR HEAD, THAT PERSON WILL INSTANTLY BECOME YOUR MASTER. YOU WILL HAND THEM THE VIBRATOR REMOTE CONTROL AND FOLLOW ANY ORDER GIVEN UNTILL SOMEONE ELSE PETS YOUR HEAD, AT WHICH TIME THE REMOTE CONTROL IS PASSED TO THAT PERSON AS YOUR NEW MASTER!"

Eve's eyes fluttered and brow furrowed as she lifted her left hand to her temple while the commands settled in her head.

Reaching into his wallet, Reggie extracted an additional three hundred dollars and handed the bills to McKenzie. "Dismissed", he nodded towards his strawberry blonde step-sister.

"Thank you sir!", she squeaked while accepting the money before pivoting on her feet and rushing up the stairs to finish dressing.

"Eve", Reggie then addressed his step-mother while examining the stacks of folded bills in his wallet. "Go pick up some appetizers from that Frank's place you and McKenzie seem to like so much", Eve nodded eagerly while accepting four crisp 100 dollar bills from Reggie. "And several bottles of the cheapest red and white wine you can find", Reggie continued as Eve placed the bills in the pocket of her tight polyester work slacks. "I'll handle the neighborhood invites myself", Reggie concluded while lifting himself from the plush recliner.

"Of course sir!", Eve answered respectfully. Looking down at her modest heels, she meekly continued. "May I take the Mercedes, sir?", she asked with down cast eyes.

"Top it off and have it washed and waxed", Reggie casually replied while tossing Eve the keys. "The party starts at seven", he continued while steadily walking towards the front door. "Be back no later than five to begin the preparations", Reggie called over his shoulder as the solid wood door shut behind him.

Reggie stretched on his front porch as the shining noon-day sun warmed his body. The front door abruptly opened behind him as McKenzie rushed outside, sifting through her pink sling purse for car keys while speaking into her mobile phone.

"Raquel?", McKenzie spoke hurriedly into the receiver. "Is Leann with you?", she frantically continued while examining her key ring to locate the keys to her VW convertible. "What are you guys doing tonig....?", McKenzie's voice cut off as she slammed the car door, started the ignition, and quickly exited the driveway.

Reggie cracked his knuckles as he thought of which of the neighbors to invite first.

There was Miss Saundra Collins, the arrogant MILF talking head who lived directly across from him who he had recently seen arriving home.

To Reggie's left stood the arranged concrete, glass, and steel cubes of his architect neighbor Miss Zoe Singleton's self designed modern styled home. Like Saundra, Zoe was somewhat of a workaholic and rarely seen at home, evidenced by the consistently empty driveway in front. When Reggie had seen her, he thought she was in her early thirties and about 5 foot 8 with straight banged jet black hair to her shoulders. She wore nothing but stylish black and white ensembles of suits, skirts, and blouses, serving to complement her large framed black rimmed glasses. As luck would have it, her black Audi TT was currently parked in the drive.

To Reggie's right stood the expansive sprawling two story ranch of his educator neighbor Miss Olivia Breckenridge, senior administrator at Fair Oaks Parochial School. He had seen her once or twice, but she promptly ignored any friendly greetings with cocked head and upturned nose. Reggie guessed her to be in her early forties, standing at around 5 foot 10, with lush brunette locks usually held captive in a severe bun. Reggie thought she even dressed like your stereotypical stern teacher; with concealing collared blouses and practical pant suits attempting to camouflage her otherwise curvaceous womanly body from the eager eyes of young male students. He had heard she had two beautiful daughters in their twenties with close family ties which resulted in frequent visits. Reggie noticed her utilitarian SUV was currently parked in the drive along with two other cars he did not recognize.

There were of course other potential 'guests' in the neighborhood, though he was not as familiar with the residents outside the immediate vicinity.

Reggie briefly thought how best to distribute invitations. He felt that he could simply project his thoughts in a pre-determined radius with the instructions to dress in a sexy fetish costume and to arrive at his house promptly at seven with one thousand dollars.

Though he also felt it could be fun to personally distribute the invitations door to door so as to specifically determine the fetish outfit each would be wearing, along with any other 'special' instructions prior to the festivities.