Vanessa Epilogue: Chapter 2

The next day, Vanessa and Agnes were standing in front of the landlord's trailer.

Each of them was wearing a long coat, and Agnes had her hair down and glasses off. Of course, with her bad eyesight, that meant Vanessa had had to hold her hand all the way over here, something they both insisted was strictly for safety reasons, and nothing else.

The girls knocked on the door as each of them self-consciously adjusted their hair.

"Yeah? Who is it?" Barked a hoarse male voice from inside.

"It's Vanessa and Agnes. From trailer 7?" Vanessa spoke up.

The door creaked open as an older, dumpy-looking gentleman wearing a stained wife-beater and a pair of faded jeans came into view.

"Let me guess, you're light again this month, huh?" The man said, sounding not particularly displeased at the situation.

The two women nodded their heads, and blushed a bit.

"Well, come on in, and we can see about arranging something..." the man said with a chuckle.

The two girls walked up the stairs, their high-heels clicking loudly.

The man sat down behind his desk, a cheap, flimsy thing that was covered in papers. He barely kept this place running, and the money he made was barely enough to cover existing expenses.

"So what are you two going to do this time?" He asked with a lascivious grin on his face.

"Well..." Vanessa said as she slipped off her coat, revealing a very skimpy, very lacy, and very see-through bra and panties.

"We were thinking we could dance for you?" Agnes chimed in, revealing her own sexy set of crotchless panties, garterbelt, stockings, and bra.

"It's tempting," the man said with a grin, but he knew he could get more out of these two bimbos. "But that aint going to be enough. You girls haven't paid your rent in four months! I could kick you out if I wanted to."

"But we found other ways to make it up to you before!" Vanessa responded.

"Yeah! And we gave you enough lap dances to more than make up the equivalent in rent for each of those months," Agnes said.

"You did," the man responded. "And you don't owe nothin' for past months, but the fact of the matter is, I can't run this place for free. And while those dances are nice, they don't pay my bills."

"Well, then what are we supposed to do?!" An exasperated Vanessa asked. She couldn't bare the thought of losing another home.

"I'll let it slide this month, if you do something a little more... special," the perverted man said with a lecherous grin.

"Like what?" Agnes asked nervously.

"How about a little show? Some girl-on-girl action?" The man asked hopefully.

"We are not lesbians!" The two women vehemently spoke in unison, despite the mounting evidence to the contrary.

"Can't you pretend?" He asked. "Or do you want to come up with the rent money instead?"

"Ok, we'll do it," Vanessa said, giving in surprising quickly to the landlord's request.

"We don't have a choice," Agnes agreed, even as she eagerly started to fiddle with her flimsy outfit. "I can't believe he's making us do this..."