Chapter 2: Building Tension
Sarah's smile was warm and welcoming, and she took pride in providing excellent service. She spent most of her time behind the counter, chatting with customers and whipping up delicious lattes and cappuccinos.
However it couldn't last. She was back at her empty apartment when she heard a knock at the door and her heart sank
. It was the repo women, they had come to take her last possession, her laptop.
As she sat on the couch, watching the repo woman take her laptop, Sarah felt a tear roll down her cheek. She had nothing now, no way to earn money or support herself. Feeling defeated, Sarah let the tears fall down her cheeks. Then she saw the Repo women were bagging up her spare clothes
and putting them in their truck. They were also taking her laptop, the last thing she had left. She felt like her world was crashing down around her.
"Please," Sarah begged, "don't take my laptop. I need it for work."
The taller Repo woman looked at Sarah with cold eyes, "You should have paid your bills. This is the consequence of not doing so."
"Why are you so mean?" Sarah asked, feeling humiliated.
"Because it's our job," the tall, muscular Reppo woman replied, staring at Sarah coldly. "And you're late with your payments."
Sarah felt a wave of shame wash over her. She couldn't believe that she had let things get this bad. She had always been a strong, independent woman, but now she was reduced to begging the Repo women not to take the last material possessions she had left.
The woman continued packing her clothes into the truck.
Sarah watched them, feeling lost and alone.
The Repo woman with the green
eyes noticed Sarah's distraught state and reached out a hand. Sarah hesitated,
unsure if she wanted to be touched by someone who had just taken everything from her.
But the Repo woman's touch was gentle and soothing, and Sarah found herself
drawn in. The Repo woman's touch made her feel safe and protected, and she
realized that she had been craving human contact for weeks.
However the first woman, strode over to her, a savage grin on her face.
"I'm afraid we aren't finished here. We have to take all your clothes. Including what you're wearing."
the shorter Repo woman informed her.
Sarah felt the shame creeping up her neck as she watched the Repo women pack her clothes into the truck, her eyes darting to the empty space that had been her bedroom. She felt utterly defenseless in the face of these women who had come to strip her of all she owned, and all that remained was her body, vulnerable and exposed.
"Please," Sarah whispered, feeling tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "Please don't take my clothes.
I have nothing else to wear," Sarah pleaded. She stood there in the last garments she owned, some battered trainers, jeans and a tank top.
The Repo woman looked at Sarah critically, "It's our job," she said matter-of-factly, "and you'll have to find something else to wear. You cam either remove your clothes yourself or we can do it for you."
The tall Repo woman said, while looking at Sarah with a cold gaze.
Sarah felt numb with shock and fear as she watched the Repo woman's gaze travel down her body. She realized that this was a turning point in her life, and that her future depended on how she reacted in this moment.
Sarah hesitated for a few moments, unsure of what to do. She knew that resisting the Repo women would only cause more trouble for her. With a heavy heart, she decided to disrobe herself. She started with her shoes
and socks, then removed her jeans and underwear. The Repo woman with the green-colored eyes watched as Sarah shed her clothes. She felt like she was in a trance, like she was no longer in control of her own body.
The Repo woman leaned in closer to Sarah, eyeing her body up and down. The other Repo woman stood back, looking on with a mix of curiosity and disgust.
Sarah was naked, standing there in the empty living room, her body trembling with fear and shame. The tall woman reached out and ran her fingers through Sarah's hair, feeling the softness of Sarah's locks.
Sarah shuddered at the touch and closed her eyes, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her. The Repo woman'smouth twitched up at the corners, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. Sarah's heart raced as she felt the Repo woman's hand run down her neck, stopping at her collarbone. Sarah felt like she was in a dream, her body responding to the Repo woman's every touch.
The Repo women looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them.