Clara's apartment

Clara's feeling of dread and powerlessness came to a head as Anne pulled up in front of her apartment building. Of course, she had probably seen her address when she logged into her account earlier, or even got it from Jenny in HR. Now, it would seem her thirst for being controlled at work had snowballed into having her whole world turned upside down. She couldnt claim she was suddenly cured, in less than a day! So, she lead her nemesis turned caretaker up to her apartment and opened the door, afraid of what was about to transpire.

"So, this is what you call home, is it? Well, I can't blame you. Your savings can't be much since you just started. I expected you to have a less...Spartan lifestyle. That makes things easier. Let me see your bedroom, and we can sort out your clothing." Anne commented, not caring if her digs felt mean.

Clara led her to her most private living area, and let the woman explore without any objections. Anne opened every drawer, explored every shelf, and was delighted to find her closet was a trove of interesting items.

"Go give yourself a bath, I'm sure you feel grimy after such a long day. I'll be in shortly, so once undressed, if you have any modesty, please hide your nudity in any way you see fit. Just dont get dressed. Haha!"

Clara didnt know what she was up to, but couldnt question her directions. She knew Anne wasnt stupid, so any back talk or hesitation would give her away. She headed across the hall to her bathroom and plugged her drain before filling the tub with hot water. In the meantime, she undressed, leaving her clothes on her toilet lid. She added bubble bath and some scented oils to the tub before climbing in.

Anne quickly gathered all of Clara's more modest clothing and piled them on the bed. She emptied her drawers of any underwear that she thought were too plain or just not as fun or sexy as the others. These, she placed in a trash bag. The clothes on the bed were shoved unceremoniously into a suitcase, and just then she remembered to check in the bathroom. Scrambling over to where Clara was relaxing in her bath, Anne saw the pile of clothes and quickly grabbed them, leaving the door wide open.

Ding Dong

Both Anne and Clara jerked up and wondered what to do. Clara made to get up, but Anne stopped her and threw the clothes onto the bed before running to the door. Flinging it open, Anne was greeted by an older gentleman, no less than 70, dressed plainly and with a stern look on his face.

"May I help you?" Anne asked.

"Yes, the girl...Claire. She lives here?" He asked, an Italian accent hit Anne's ears.

"Clara, yes. She is busy right now, but I'm her best friend Anne. Maybe I can let her know what you need."

"Ah, well she is behind on her rent. Three months! I tell her last week. If you dont give me money, I throw you out! Now, I come to collect."

"How much does she owe you?" Anne asked, the gears in her head turning.

"For three months, and this month...er, 8500. I think."

"Well, good news for you, my good man. She has decided to move out! However, as compensation, please take everything except the suitcase in her bedroom, and you may sell them or do with them as you wish. She will be moved out by the end of the hour!" Anne said.

"Really? Everything?" He asked.

"Yes. Even the appliances, and especially the trash bag in her bedroom. You can take all of it. Hold on."

Anne ran back to the bedroom and looked at the clothes she took from the bathroom. She saw her business suit, which she shoved into the suitcase, and took one look at the underwear before placing them in the trash bag before heaving the bag onto her shoulder and carried it to the front door. The man looked puzzled until she proudly opened the bag, brandishing several bras and panties, all plain and mostly modest.

"These are all Clara's?" He asked.

Anne nodded, and the man quickly closed the bag. The man shook Anne's hand, and quickly left, saying he was going to bring his sons to help move Clara's belongings. He just asked Anne to leave the key when they left.

"Anne, who was it?" Clara asked, hearing the door close.

"Oh, just your landlord. Unfortunately, you're being evicted and have to leave now. However, I know the perfect place for you to crash!" Anne answered.