Rude woman neighbor

As you walk out your apartment front door on your way to work, you are surpised to see your neighbor, Rin, standing almost as if she has been waiting for you. She's a hottie, very slender with long brown hair, wearing heels and and dressed in tight low-rise jeans and a sleeveless knit top which is riding up revealing a tempting strip of toned mid-section. She's holding a broom and a dustpan and giving you an unfriendly glare

You mumble a "good morning" but before you step further, she interjects

Rin: "Wait a minute! Aren't you going to clean up this trash all over the place?"

You glance down and see that garbage has escaped a trash bag and spilled all over the common area between your doors. You mutter "Oh, uhh" in surprise

Rin: "Don't say 'uh', clean all this trash up!"

It's not your trash and you're not sure where it came from. You try to explain but you're feeling a little flustered

Rin: "It IS yours!" she's almost shouting now, "it's all over your face"

You try again to explain that you didn't cause this mess, "Uh, no, this trash, it's just here. It's not mine.", you stammer

Rin: "Someone dumped a pile of garbage in front of your door and you're just going to leave it there? Pathetic. You should at least apologize for the mess."

You can't believe you are being blamed for this. You didn't even know it was here.

Rin: "Hurry up and say you're sorry"

Wanting this interaction to end, you bow deeply and say "im sorry", hoping she will stop haranguing you.

Rin: "Finally, the words I'm waiting to hear, but isn't there something else you want to say?"

"Hey come on", you hear yourself pleading almost whining, it's embarassing, why are you reacting like this you wonder to yourself

Rin: "Be a good boy and hurry up and pick this crap up"

She points to the scattered trash and garbage. Shamelessly commanding you like a child, or a dog

Rin: "Take it down"

She gestures down the stairs in the direction of the dumpster. You hesitate, frozen in place

Rin: "Now!"

She points to the trash again. You kneel and start gathering all the garbage, trying to cram as much back into the bag as possible. It stinks and you're just hoping no liquid fouls up your clothes. You glance up at her, as she's standing there watching as you pick it all up. She's standing there with her weight on one leg, posed like you're wasting HER time. You stand up, and sigh, trying to think of something to say to reclaim your dignity

Rin: "What!?"

She snaps at you, and you hurriedly walk off with trash in hand

Later that evening, you are coming home from work, having been forced to do overtime by your boss. Just as you are coming up the stairs, the neighbor's door opens and Rin come out, dressed in a floral summer dress with a big hat. Reflexively, you stammer out a hello but her only reponse is a curt, hostile "What?" before walking off into the night. Her outfit seems somehow strange you think, for this time of night, but you can't articulate why. You can't help wonder where the hell she's going. On a whim, you decide to do something crazy and follow her for a while. Your instinct pays off in a big way. To your delight, her journey ends at a soapland. No way, is she actually working there? You decide to see this through and enter after a moment.

*The receptionist ushers you into a room where a provider is preparing after having just arrived. She is facing away from you, kneeling on a rubber mat dressed in all white lingerie, stockings, a garter belt, with a tiny T-back style thong and a wedding ring. There's no doubt about it, that's Rin's little asshole peeking out from beneath that narrow white strip. As she finishes whatever she's doing, she slowly turns as she stands up. Her eyes go wide as dinner plates and she clasps her hand over her mouth in shock as recognition hits. *

You hear your doorbell ringing, frantically over and over, and go to answer it. "Yes", you say as your are opening your door to the impatient person. It's your neighbor, Haru, and before you even finish opening the door, she grabs it and swings it wide open. Haru is a knockout babe, very thin and beautiful and she is now wearing a sleeveless blouse with a skirt and heels and carrying a designer bag. She lives next door in the luxury unit with her husband.

Haru: "Don't say 'Yes', excuse me, look at this!"

She points to some dirty dishes you put outside your door to air out as the sink was too full to use. You mutter as much to her but she flinches at your explanation.

Haru: "Huh? Are you stupid? Do you understand that everyone has to look at this gross mess now? Clean it up, it's so disgusting. You're the one who left his dirty socks out here too, aren't you? I knew it. Did you forget about them? There were mushrooms growing on them. THIS IS NOT YOUR DIRTY KITCHEN! Come on and clean up this filth. It smells, ugh"

*This harridan is quickly wearing you down so you apologize and pick up the dishes as her heels click away. *

Later that evening, your online gaming session is interrupted with repeated rings of your doorbell, and you have a sinking feeling as you go to answer it. Looking through the peephole reveals Haru, standing there with a pouty expression. "What's up" you say as you reluctantly open the door to see what she wants this time

Haru: "No 'What's up', what's all the screaming and banging sounds? It's so noisey!"

You mumble that you were playing on the computer, hearing in your own voice the resignation

Haru: "You were watching porn or something? Ick, so creepy. Come out here, what is this?"

You ineffectively deny you were watching porn but she ignores your response. As you step out, you already know what it is. You cleaned up the lunch dishes when she was bitching earlier, but you still hadn't cleaned the sink, so you put your dinner dishes back out. After she orders you to clean it up again and berates you for repeating your offense, you move quickly to pick them up. In your haste, you inadvertently knock her fancy bag off her arm, fatefully falling in the very dishes she was complaining about. She immediately gasps

Haru: "Oh my god! Do you know how expensive this is? This bag costs two thousand dollars. TWO THOUSAND! It's more than the rent of your apartment"

You say you're sorry and you mean it. It was an accident, but the bag doesn't really seem like it was damaged.

Haru: "You're sorry. Tell the judge you're sorry."

You offer to pay for the bag, but the truth is you can't afford it. You only have about a hundred bucks to your name at the moment, and that won't make a dent. You ask if there is anything you can do? She thinks for a moment before responding without irony

Haru: "Well, since you can't afford to pay more than a pittance, you're gonna get on your knees and bow down to me. "

You repeat what she said, stammering, is she really asking you to prostrate yourself, it's unbelievable, the gall of this woman

Haru: "Yes, do it now. I don't have time for this, so hurry up."

You hesitate, are you really gonna do it? But if you don't could she really sue you for two thousand?

Haru: "On", "Your", "Knees", 'Hurry up and do it"

She cajoles you while pointing to the floor. She's completely serious, like it's normal for people like you to obey. You won't do this, you can't. It's completely disrespectful, completely humiliating.

Haru: "On", "Your", "Knees","ON", "YOUR", "KNEES"

Bouncing her finger up and down pointing at the floor, she's not joking. She cracks a satisifed, wicked smile as you hesitantly bend down into the specified position and lower your head to the ground, stating firmly that you apologize.

Haru: "Finally, you're where you belong. Promise not to leave your nasty plates out here ever again. Try to remember this time."

*She's laughing as she walks off, leaving you still kneeling on the ground. Later, in your apartment, you're feeling angry at how you were disrepected and angry at yourself for submitting. You're so mad you end up punching a pillow over and over again, fantasizing about how you should have reacted or what you would like to do that bitch next door. *

The next day you decide to manage your stress by visiting a soapland health spa. You're sitting in the spa room, waiting for the provider to finish prepping. She's facing away from you and mixing up the soapy solution for the massage. Even from behind, it's clear she's gorgeous. She's got that very visible line between her back muscles that show how thin and fit she is, with dainty frail looking arms. Dressed in white lingerie with a thong and a cupless bra which exposes her breasts, white stockings, white heels, a white garter belt, the overall effect of her outfit is very stimulating. You wonder if this establishment purposely has the girls prep the final soap fluid like this in order to build arousal. As you think to yourself, the provider begins to speak to you as she continues her work

Provider: "Just one more minute please" she continues churning the soapy solution in bowl on the floor, bent over like this, the view is fantastic "Are you off form work today?"

You stammer "uh, yes" nervously, and it's clear you are new to this experience. She giggles

Provider: "Well, then try to really enjoy yourself, ok? It's crude to say, but, I love dick, so I'm gonna service you very well today."

"Yes" is all you manage to respond with. You're both more and less anxious at what she's saying. Your excitement is really building now. She giggles again at your reticent response, and it's a cute giggle too. She remarks that she is nearly ready and tells you to go ahead and get ready. You do so at once, quickly stripping down, and you can't help but rub yourself a bit, eager to begin

Provider: "Ok sir, I'm ready for you now. Let's get started"

As you look up, she has stepped forward, and you both recognize each other. The Provider is actually, Haru, the woman who abused you only a short while ago. A sneering grin erupts on your face and you know that this is your lucky day

Friday night. Its been a long week. You're been working overtime all week and on top of that, your bitchy neighbor complained that the bugs getting into her apartment must have been from your house. The nerve of some people. But, it's time to forget the stresses of the week, it's time to unwind and get some real relief. You head to a soapland you've never visited before. It's always exciting to try somewhere new, and you've heard reports there are some hot girls working here.

Upon arriving, you are led to a private room and told to disrobe. The provider is already there, but she is busy preparing the soaps and oils etc. From a quick glimpse of her you can tell she's well-built with a very sexy body. This place is living up to the reputation so far. She's wearing very revealing all-white lingerie, with stockings and a garter belt. It's like some slutty bridal set. There is something vaguely uncanny about her though, a cloudy sense of deja vu. Have you met her before? Perhaps at another soapland? It's possible, but that body, you feel like you would remember having seen it.

Finally, she gives an official salutation as she complete her preparations and steps forward. Then it hits you. The condescending bimbo neighbor that just threw a tantrum while slandering you about your messy apartment, it's her! No doubt, it's definitly her. You can't suppress a mercurial grin and, in fact, she has also reacted very tellingly, a look of shock and alarm on her face.