Doctor's Orders Ch. 2

He had taken the doctor's photos of Hayley's breasts during his confrontation. He was certain that the doctor had turned them all over to him, yet here they were. The doctor could have scanned them before he took them though. So. the doctor had forced Hayley to fuck him. He had lied. It was the only thing that made sense. Steven didn't feel any pity for the man in his current state. But if the doctor fucked her, did Hayley even know about it?

But here was evidence. The survival of the pictures. the creation of a website. it was a question that had to be answered. Hayley would have to find out. Who was behind the pictures? He left the web site showing on his computer screen until Hayley returned. Maybe she could explain. He looked again at the screen. Wow. He grabbed some tissues, lowered his pants, and began stroking himself as he restarted the doctor's video sequence. He came twice before she returned home.

When Steven guided her into the study, Hayley's spirits collapsed on seeing the image on the computer. It was the same page the doctor had shown her when he had made her. beg him to fuck her. She should have been embarrassed with her husband obviously wanting an explanation, or angry at the unfairness of it all, or. something. But the only feeling that came over her was disappointment. In some ways, the conclusion to her problem had been her finest hour, despite the voices in her head that suggested living her fantasy had been pretty darn good. But the doctor had been firmly in her grip at the end. He had told her everything, and she had destroyed everything. At his house, in his office, on his computer, the videos, his files, anything and everything. But, here it was. It was a mystery. And the events that led up to it, she decided she had to explain to Steven. some of them anyway. And the events that followed. There were no pictures of her with the men at the doctor's house, she saw. It was best that she explain only the single infidelity forced upon her, and blended the later facts.

It was a long talk, and both of them were nervous about what awaited them both. It was obvious that somebody wanted something.

The next day, Saturday, as soon as the mail came, Hayley retrieved it. No envelope. They had both been hoping for a hint as to who was sending them. Steven had said that there weren't any stamps, and they had talked for over an hour about who it could be that put the letter in their mailbox. If it didn't come in the mail, then someone besides the postman had placed it there. And that meant that whoever it was took chances. They could catch him. And Hayley felt certain it was a "he", rather than a "she. " Even as she thought it, the name "Sandy" came into mind, but. it couldn't be. Or anyone else. It wasn't like she had kept copies in the house that someone might find, like neighbors who fed their pets when they were away. And they were pretty good about hiding their adult toys and videos from prying eyes. So. who?

As she walked back to the front door, she saw it. It was taped to the wall. She pulled it off and yelled for Steven as she entered the house. Typed envelope. Typed letter. "Check the website again. "

They did. It looked the same. Only, this time, there were two changes. The title said, "Hayley, Slut Neighbor," and there were a few new pictures at the bottom of the page. It was no great relief to have figured out who was behind it.

The pictures were again in splendid color, only, neither Hayley nor Steven had seen them before. Hayley on the deck naked except her "painted" swimsuit. Steven fucking her while she leaned over the deck rail. A hazy image of Hayley's breasts pressed against the glass door. Hayley suntanning nude. The answer was obvious just from the pictures. They were all taken from their next door neighbor's deck.

He had known they would figure it out, though. The message across the bottom of the screen had a form field for visitors to leave messages. The explanation for the form was what made them nervous. "Hayley and Steven are my next door neighbors. Hayley is a slut who is pretty brazen about showing her body. They know that I've seen them. They didn't know that I had a camera. And these other pictures. They're probably pretty embarrassed about them. So much so, in fact, that I think they'll do whatever I want, unless, that is, they want their friends and family to see these. And that's why I want your suggestions, because I think they're ours to command. "

There was silence. She could tell Steven was getting angry, and then defeated. Over and over again. Much like herself. The first time had been a fantasy that grew to a nightmare that had to go away. This was just a nightmare.

She typed in the formfield, "F U C K O F F!" and was about to send it when Steven stopped her.

"No, let's talk about it. With him. "

They disconnected their internet service, and the phone rang. Steven answered it.

"So, you tried my site. I've been waiting for a hit, figuring it would be you. " It was Jack. The neighbor.

"Uh-huh. Why don't we talk. Can you come over?"

Jack was feeling his oats. His wife was oblivious to the goings on next door, which was surprising. The odds would suggest that at some point she would notice the slut doing her thing on the deck or that she would notice him peering over there all the time. He had waited long enough, though. He was getting tired of the distant, leaf blocked view.

Upon entering their house, he didn't notice any outright hostility. Maybe they would try to be nice and persuade him to give it up. But he held the cards. Certainly they knew that. He knew what their first question would be.

"What do you want?" Steven asked.

And he knew the second.

"How did you get the pictures?" Hayley asked.

Good. Good. "Don't you know what I do? I own and manage an internet service provider. The same ISP that a certain Dr. Richard Gilliam used. I pretty much mind my own business there, but when a site starts taking on bandwidth, it slows the server and we get unhappy customers. So, a site spiked. I checked it, only to find that the," he looked wolfishly at Hayley, "prime piece of wife meat next door not only flashes her neighbors but fucks around, too. "

"So I kept checking the site for updates, but there weren't any. And then, as luck would have it, I had just finished handling a small emergency in the middle of the night, and I thought I would check out his site yet again. After all, if he kept up the volume, we were going to have to charge him extra or encourage him to move elsewhere. So I noticed the files were being deleted. Quickly. We have a backup server, though, and it was quite easy to copy the contents safely into my own hard drive space. "

At this, Hayley just looked down at the floor, sinking her face into her hands. It was curious how she didn't seem to defend the material, or even be embarrassed about it. She only seemed miffed that he possessed it. "Slut" had been a pet term, in his own desirous way, but maybe it was right. Steven was speaking, "I'll repeat the question, what do you want?"

"A lot. I've thought about it. But first, here's what you'll get. I'll smudge or black out her face so she won't be recognized. Some of the shots will be free, and I'll post them across the web to draw business to the site. And then I'll charge for full access. And what people will be paying for is my," he reconsidered, "our. little plaything here. A customer wants to see Hayley a certain way. in a certain place. doing a certain thing. then she'll act it out, and you'll record it for me. "

"What makes you think we'll do that?" asked Steven.

He grinned, and gave them a piece of paper. "This is why I waited so long. I had to research both of you. Parents, friends, employer, it's all there. And it would take mere moments to post your names and address right there on the web page. Don't cooperate, and the world will know. You figure the results. "

Steven looked angry, but his features settled as he seemed to realize he had been outplayed before the game began. Hayley only had a glazed look on her face. Was she thinking about what would happen if all her friends and family knew, or was she thinking about what he was going to make her do? "How far is this going to go?" asked Hayley. Good. It was the latter.

"As far as what you'll be doing? I don't know. I guess it will be a test of the free enterprise system. What do they want? What will they pay? I can't place restrictions on what they suggest, but it will be in my interest to make sure you don't get harmed or arrested. " He reached into his pocket. "This is a loaner. It's a digital camera. It will also take video for about a minute. Steven, come here and I'll show you how to work this thing. "

Steven came over slowly, obviously distrustful and his face expressing more than a little distaste at his neighbor. That was fine. "And tell your wife to take off her shirt. I've been dying to see those tits up close. " He watched as Steven thought for a moment, looked at his wife and nodded to her. Jack could see a moment of astonishment on Hayley's face as her husband was giving her the signal to bare her breasts to another man. He hadn't planned on seeing her naked so early, but. why not? He HAD been waiting to seem them up close. "And the bra, too!"

The shirt came swiftly over her head. She reached behind her back, and. he about came in his pants. This was better than a strip club. She wasn't used to exhibiting herself, and he didn't have to pay. And those breasts were. perfect. (www. asstr. org/~IdleHand/Contents/hayley. html) Her nipples were hard points, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was turned on. He reviewed the instructions with Steven while taking pictures. "Hey, that's good. Now raise your arms over your head. " This was too easy. After he had taken about 30 pictures, he removed the data cartridge and handed Steven a blank. "I'll just keep this one for now. It will make for good intro shots, especially with a narrative about your agreement to do. anything. " He laughed.

He moved closer to his neighbor, looked her in the eyes and reached for her breasts, feeling her nipples tickle the palm of his hands before he closed in on them, feeling their weight, their warmth. To see them was one thing, to feel them. She closed her eyes at his touch. He stepped behind her, cupping them both, while Steven watched, getting angrier. "Don't worry Steven. I won't fuck your wife. I'm afraid of disease. " Hayley began to protest but he put his hand up to silence her. "I have no idea how many others she's fucked. I'm just looking forward to the pictures of who she fucks in the future. I'll be in touch. "

Hayley kept a watch on the website. Within hours, Jack had posted the pictures of her tits, but, true to his word, he had either cropped her face from the picture of blanked it so that she wasn't recognizable. The walls behind her would be, but that was just a risk she had to accept.

She and Steven had debated means of getting out of this. Confronting Jack's wife had been the obvious solution. It would get him in trouble, but it wouldn't stop Jack from contacting their friends and posting their names and address on the site. In fact, it would seem to guarantee it.

Murder and arson weren't feasible alternatives. Jail didn't seem like a good option, and they weren't sure if being blackmailed would be an adequate cause. Besides, then the press would investigate and publish the whole sordid story.

Faced with no workable options, their conversation had turned towards what Jack might require that they do. The speculation didn't help matters. It made them both mad, and it proved to be a pointless speculation. After a fast, furious fuck, each had admitted that the perils ahead turned them on to a degree, but that it was just too dangerous. She told herself that she could make the best of a bad situation. She had before.

It was Wednesday that the website changed. Highlighted by a flashing arrow, it said, "Our first challenge has been received. Within three days, Hayley will stand in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart without a shirt or bra on. And she will hold a calendar pointing to the current day to prove that this slut is for real. "

Hayley felt anxious, of all things. Not embarrassed. Relief, perhaps, on such a simple assignment. But there was an excitement to it. She called Steven in. After reading, he, too, looked relieved.

"Hayley, are you sure you can do this?"

"You know I can. I went through worse with the doctor, didn't I? If it weren't for that damned Jack forcing us, it might even be fun. " She had a glimmer in her eye. Yes, it would be fun.

They waited until day three to do it, only to spite Jack and to avoid seeming eager. They went in the morning, when the sun was shining but the customers few. They drove around the parking lot several times and finally picked a spot where the store would be visible behind her, along with some parked cars. But the camera wouldn't show their van blocking her from the view of the majority of the parking area. Steven stood outside, and after making sure there was no one in the vicinity, he signaled Hayley and readied the camera.

Hayley stepped out of the sliding van door, wearing nothing but her sneakers and blue jean shorts. Steven was already clicking away before she opened the calendar and pointed to July 14th. Hayley couldn't help but smile at the obvious hard-on in Steven's pants. He continued to click away. When he finished with the camera, she gave her nipple a tweak just to tease him and quickly hopped back into the van, which was fortunate, because a traffic light must have signaled and cars were approaching fast.

Steven quickly entered the driver's seat and looked back at her half- naked body. "I don't suppose you want to tease me some more?"

Hayley didn't say anything. The van was air-conditioned, and it had dark tinted windows except on the front window. Her silence caused him to look into her eyes, and then she grinned and reclined the seat, unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping just a twinge. Steven didn't seem to understand that it wasn't just a tease. She lifted her hips, unzipped fully, and began sliding her shorts down her legs. . .

"You can't mean. " But she did. And he accepted the invitation.

The photos were quickly posted by Jack, along with their next mission: "Sure, the parking lot was easy. But let's see those bare tits where other people are more likely to see them! Pictures will arrive in three more days from a carpet golf course, one picture from each hole, in the evening when the course is full. "

Hayley sighed, but her pulse quickened. It would be fun, but then, it wouldn't. A flash here or there was one thing, but using a camera at each hole would immediately draw attention to the subject of the photograph. She decided that bending over, bra-less, would meet the definition of "bare tits," and avoid public derision. However, her clothing didn't help.

Her assortment of tops was limited. A tank top didn't work because the neck was too high for a "bending over" shot. A string tied top worked great for the shot, but her tits stretched the fabric and would draw too much attention. In fact, any blouse she wore bra-less seemed inadequate as her 38 C's, in their unsupported state, seemed very conspicuous. Finally, they opted for the obvious, a bikini top. She would just have to flash the camera instead of letting Steven take a picture each time she bent over to pick up or place a ball. There just wasn't a way of doing this without making a scene.

So they went, but when most people were eating dinner. Three to four holes ahead of them were empty, and Hayley found it relatively easy to pose for the pictures. She would pretend to hug a plastic lion, and Steven would pretend to take a picture until he was sure no one was looking. Then she would flash a tit and move on to some other silly pose. This worked well for the first 9 holes, and the tenth hole was the easiest as they played through a tunnel. She pulled her bikini up over both breasts for the first time, and with a cheesecake posture, gave a wink and a smile. This was fun! And Steven enjoyed it, too. At the 12th hole, they noticed that a noisy group of teenage boys was playing several holes behind them, and not seriously. That meant they would either play very slow, or very fast. After flashing Steven while standing behind a fake waterfall, Hayley realized they were gaining, quickly.

At the 14th hole, they had caught up. Steven played his ball first, and when Hayley sank her putt, she crouched with her back to the boys, exposed her left nipple, and Steven quickly got the shot. It was at the end of the 15th hole as Hayley tried to nonchalantly repeat this flash that she realized the boys, well. late teens. had been suddenly quieted and were speaking in hushed tones. They were on to her.

She pulled Steven aside, and they agreed to let the boys "play through. " The boys quickly finished the hole they had just played, and although they agreed to go on, each stole more than an idle glance at her breasts. She didn't mind it so much, but her nipples involuntarily hardened beneath the bikini fabric, which made them stare the more. They continued to play after the boys went ahead, but they were aware of at least two of the boys watching at all times. When she picked up the ball, she turned her back to them once again and flashed Steven, aware of the giggling behind her. At the 17th hole, there were still no good concealed places, so she was forced to do the same thing. The boys had not left the tee area of the 18th, and as she began raising the fabric of her bikini top for Steven, their whispering was almost in her ear. "Oh man, she is hot! You know he's getting an eyeful!" With this, Hayley looked back over her shoulder and smiled at the boys, and she was certain that Steven had the shot with them in the background.

The 18th hole was a problem. The problem was that she sunk her putt for a hole-in-one, and the boys now surrounded the area. There was no way she was going to be able to flash for the camera without one of them seeing her. In addition, the area beyond was full of teens and others paying for their games and waiting to start on the nearby first hole.

Steven apparently recognized the problem, and his solution was unexpected.

"Hey guys, I need your help. Would you stand next to my wife there at the hole. That's it. Two on each side. " Hayley realized he had formed a wall of sorts between her and the crowd. "Hayley, put your arms around their shoulders. Good. Okay, you two closest to her. I think you know what I want you to do. " He smiled, and nodded while looking at her breasts.

Hayley heard "oh, man!" and "yes!" on either side of her as she felt two hands lift her bikini. The boys made no pretense at posing for the camera, grabbing a quick feel of her breasts as they stared at them in disbelief. The boys on either end, not wanting to be left out, also grabbed her roughly, giving her a squeeze. Steven snapped the pictures, and it was a long moment before she realized that one of them had untied her bikini string at the back and another had pulled it away!

"Guys!"

As she reached for it, they pulled away, and she was aware that a few others nearby were now looking. She covered her breasts with her arms, and Steven quickly removed his shirt and placed it around her shoulders. She and Steven quickly headed to the van, followed by the boys. She spoke over her shoulder to them, saying "That's it guys. Show's over. "

At the van, Hayley turned to make sure the boys weren't following them, and, although she wouldn't have minded another fuck in the van, she felt it was best to leave the area. As they drove past the course, Hayley saw that there were a number of faces were looking at them, some laughing and some. possibly hostile. What the hell. She didn't know any of them.