My Landlady Had Different Plans - Part 11

 

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Phase 3 turned out to be a gala charity event for the local Opera House!

"Is Jessica going too?" I asked.

"She's better! She's a member of the board."

"Really?"

"Yes, well, when Mr. Johnson paid for the renovations to the Opera House, we got a permanent slot on the board. I did it for a while, and then Jessica took over."

"What happens when Jessica moves to Boston?"

"Oh!" Mrs. Johnson said, "I hadn't thought about that. Do you want to do it?"

"Meee?" I squeaked. "Oh, no."

"I don't see why not. You'd make a wonderful board member."

"But... I'm..."

"You're what?"

"I'm not a member of the family."

"Well, not yet, but soon," she smiled.

The papers for her adoption of me were working their way through the court system, and the lawyer assured us that the hearing was just a week or two away.

Mrs. Johnson and I stood in the lobby of the Opera House, waiting for Jessica and Randy.

I was wearing a totally adorable, cream-colored gown that Mrs. Johnson had picked out for me. It was made of this ethereal Swiss dot tulle, accented with a satin sash and a lacy sweetheart neckline underneath the mesh bodice.

Mrs. Johnson had accompanied me on an overnight trip to New York to find the gown and prepare for the event. The first day, we shopped and selected gowns which were tailored overnight.

We had been trying on gowns all day! And they were all so expensive! My gown was over $1000! I almost fainted when I saw the price tag.

"Why this one?" I asked, as the tailor fussed over me.

"I just love this gown on you," Mrs. Johnson said. "It makes you look young and innocent and ripe for the plucking," she chuckled. "Everything that I think will get Jessica's motor running. And the bow - it makes you seem like a present. A present that you are giving to her. It's the perfect gown for your first formal affair. All those other gowns... they're all wonderful and you look amazing in them, but they make you look too adult and sophisticated. I want you to be pure, trusting, wholesome maybe even a bit naïve for Jessica. Someone she can corrupt and own."

Oh god, just hearing that description made me blush and feel all hot and bothered.

The next day we spent in the salon, getting a full make-over with new hair.

"Oh, you look amazing!" Mrs. Johnson enthused, seeing the completed me. With the hormones over the previous couple of months, my hair had grown and seemed a bit thicker and more luxurious. It was now down to my shoulders in soft waves. Mrs. Johnson spent some time discussing maintenance with the stylist and then we went back to try on our gowns.

We took the train back and arrived just in time to change, freshen up, and then step into the limousine for the Opera House. And they actually had a red carpet! I couldn't believe it! Of course, it's a relatively small town, but still, there was a society writer from the local paper who interviewed us before we ascended the steps into the lobby.

Mrs. Johnson, of course, was stunningly beautiful. Her gown was a true work of art, blue with painted abstract silver and blue wave-like patterns which floated over her on a layer of tulle. It cost almost $12,000!

I felt like such a little girl next to her, as I always do.

Finally, Jessica showed up, and she was dressed in a gorgeous black crepe dress, with asymmetrical folds in the skirt that showed off her strong legs and black heels.

"So glad you could make it," Mrs. Johnson said, as mother & daughter air-kissed each other.

"Just fulfilling my responsibility to the board," Jessica said. "And don't you look beautiful," she said to me, a hungry expression on her face. "Like a princess."

"Thank you," I blushed prettily (I hoped) and fingered my Tiffany watch. I felt so wonderful in the dress, so pampered and wide-eyed, somewhere halfway between a little girl and a princess. It was... just perfect.

"Where's Randy?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

"Parking the car. Oh, there he is now."

Randy walked up, wearing a black blazer, a T-shirt, grey jeans, and sneakers.

Mrs. Johnson looked him up and down, obviously disapproving of his casual dress.

"I... I don't own anything fancy," he muttered apologetically.

"And that's perfectly fine," I said, reaching out and grasping his hand. For some reason, I felt sorry for Randy, perhaps because I had recently been in his position, and my first instinct was to try to make him feel more comfortable.

"Would you escort me in?" I asked, as Jessica looked at me strangely, almost with... jealousy?

"Sure!" Randy said, relieved. "Who are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm Melissa. I'm renting a room from Mrs. Johnson."

"But wait, I thought you were a guy?" Randy turned to Jessica. "Didn't you say he was a guy?"

"I-I-I'm t-transitioning," I said, stuttering softly.

"Oh, hey, sorry, that's cool. I get it. No problem," Randy said, realizing his mistake. "I didn't know," he glared at Jessica, who just looked back at him, her expression inscrutable.

"What's funny," Randy continued as we walked to our seats, "is that I've been all kinds of jealous over you! You know, because you and Jessica were having dinner together all the time at her Mom's place and everything. And once Jessica said your name during sex. Whatever that was all about. Hunh, I guess I never had anything to worry about!"

I looked over at Mrs. Johnson who smirked.

"So, whoa, that's not what I was expecting at all," Randy said after the show.

We were at a post-premier reception with the cast and crew.

"It's an unusual combination," the director admitted. "One wouldn't expect a pairing of an Italian opera like Pagliacci to work with a massive dance-slash-choral piece like Carmina Burana."

"But it so does!" I enthused. "Oh my god, it was wonderful! I got goosebumps! So much better than the usual pairing with Cavalleria Rusticana. Pagliacci is so intimate and human, and love triangles and murder, and you're like what could possibly follow that? And then you have this literal force of nature in Carmina Burana, and it's just so overwhelming and powerful and rejuvenating, I just..."

I trailed off, suddenly realizing how silly I was sounding. I noticed Mrs. Johnson and Jessica observing me with bemused smiles. "I just loved it," I said, finally.

"I'm so glad you did!" said the director, delighted. "I feel the same way, absolutely! I just love that you call Carmina Burana 'a force of nature'. That is so true. But you sir," she said, turning to Randy, "you said it wasn't what you were expecting. In what way?"

"Oh," Randy said, looking around for a second, "I, uh, thought it was going to be about that Spanish woman."

"Do you mean Carmen?" the Director asked, trying to be helpful. "The Opera by Bizet? Oh, that's a great one too."

"No. The one with the fruit on her head."

Jessica looked at him, mouth agape. "Do you mean Carmen Miranda?" she asked.

I saw Mrs. Johnson standing behind Randy silently shaking with laughter, tears coming out of her eyes.

"Yeah, that's it! So, anyway, obviously that wasn't what it was about."

"No, obviously not," said Jessica, dryly. "And Carmen Miranda was Brazilian, not Spanish."

"Oh," said Randy, embarrassed.

And just at that moment I understood the point of 'Phase 3'. And I felt sorry for poor Randy.

Moving day had arrived. Jessica's apartment was now completely empty, its contents in a local storage unit. Her car was packed with luggage and enough clothes for her first month in Boston, enough time for her to find a new apartment and set up the new office space. She would manage her business remotely from a hotel room in the meantime.

"There's just one last chance," Mrs. Johnson said. "After much badgering, she's agreed to spend her final day with you, doing sisterly things."

"Sisterly things?" I asked. "Like what?"

"Well, that's what we're going to have to figure out," she said.

"Ready for a day with your soon-to-be-sister?" I asked, peeking around the door.

Jessica looked up from her desk where she was sorting papers. "Sure! I'm all done here," she indicated a half-dozen boxes on the floor. "What do you want to do?"

"How about tennis?" I asked, stepping out and revealing my cute pink tennis dress.

"Look at you!" Jessica said. "How'd you know I play tennis?"

"I saw your membership card to the Tennis Club," I said.

"You're snooping through my mail?" Jennifer said, with mock indignation.

"Well..." I mumbled, looking down at the floor, flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't actually open anything..."

"Hush! It's okay! I'm not mad or anything. Unless you want a spanking...?"

I'm ashamed to admit that I literally gasped with pleasure.

"No," I stammered. "I... don't think that it would be..."

"Stop it! Oh, you are just too easy to tease. It's a good thing we didn't grow up as sisters! I'm not sure you would have survived."

"I was plenty teased by my brothers... and sister!" I said, indignantly.

"Really? Did any of them tie you up to their parents' bed and dress you in your mother's clothes? Did any of them have a girls-club where boys could only enter if they agreed to be spanked and serve as slaves to the female members? Did any of them tie a pretty pink ribbon around your penis to prove your devotion and then make you show it to all of her girlfriends days later? Did any of them whip your bottom with a switch and then pull your pants down in the middle of the school cafeteria so everyone could see the marks?"

"Did you really do all those things?" I asked, shocked

"Yes," Jessica admitted. "To the neighbor boys, mostly. I was pretty wild. Mom and Dad eventually sent me to a private girl's boarding school, and that straightened me out."

"Oh... my."

"But back to tennis! I haven't had much time to play recently," Jessica said. "I used to play all the time, but then my favorite partner moved away. Do you play?"

"Well, I do now. A bit."

"A bit?" Jessica grinned.

"Okay, I started taking lessons. The instructor thinks I could be good. You know. For a girl."

"Alright, that's it!" Jessica said, with mock anger. "I'll show you what a girl can do!"

And so we went to the Tennis Club. I had brought Jessica's tennis outfit with me so she could change in the locker room while I went to the court I had reserved. Once Jessica was ready, we began to play.

Of course, she completely wiped the floor with me. So much so that after the first se,t she began playing with her left hand and she still won! By the end, she was having fun just making me run back and forth across the court, making each ball just barely within my reach. After a few games of that, all I could do was collapse on the court, exhausted.

"I give up!" I called out.

"You're going to have to do better than that, you know, now that you're a girl," Jessica teased, nudging me with the toe of her tennis shoe.

"Uncle! Gosh, you're good!"

"Yeah, I wish I could play more."

"I'll play with you," I said. "I'll get better, I promise!"

"Oh, sweetie, that's so nice of you, but you know I won't be around after tonight."

"I know," I said, glumly, letting Jessica help me up. "A girl can try though, can't she?"

"Yes, she can."

After gathering our stuff, we walked back to the club house arm-in-arm, just two girls in cute tennis outfits, sweaty after a hard workout.

"I wish we could do this every week," I said, enjoying the moment.

"Me too. Now let's hit the showers."

"No!" I jerked away, suddenly panicked.

"What? What's the matter?" Jessica asked, honestly perplexed.

"I... I just don't... I'm not ready..." I stuttered. "What if people... you know, see me? There will be a scene..."

"Hush, no, there won't. They have private showers with curtains. You'll be fine."

But still I held back.

"Enough of that," Jessica said, grasping my hand firmly and pulling me into the women's locker room. "You're going."

"This is crazy," I whispered, looking at the other women in various stages of dress and undress. "This is insane, it's too risky!"

"Just play it cool. See? No one knows us here. You'll be fine."

"Hey Jess! Long time no see!"

"Kaitlin!" Jessica said, her voice dripping with venom. "Of course, I would see you here."

"Not still sore about losing the club championship, are you? On that double-fault? Oh, how embarrassing!"

"No, I've moved beyond that," Jessica said, although it was clear by her voice that she hadn't.

"And who is this lovely?" Kaitlin asked, looking at me like a predator.

"Oh, this is Melissa. She's renting a room from my Mother and interning at the Mill Museum."

"Pleasure to meet you, Melissa!" Kaitlin said, giving me a hug which was just a bit too intimate.

"Me too," I said softly, looking at the ground.

"No need to be shy, sweetie, I don't bite!"

"Oh, yes ,she does," Jessica said. "You watch out for her, Melissa."

I looked back and forth between them for just an instant, and suddenly knew exactly what I had to do.

"Oh, I can take care of myself," I said. "Kaitlin, it's a pleasure to meet you. Jessica here is moving to Boston, and so I won't have a tennis partner. Would you like to play tennis with me? I'm just a beginner, but I'm taking lessons!"

"Melissa!" Jessica said, shocked. I just stuck my tongue out at her.

"Why, I'd love to!" Kaitlin said, enthused. "And I'd be happy to teach you everything I know..." she looked at Jessica and then back at me with a lecherous leer, "about tennis, I mean."

"That's wonderful!" I responded. "I'd love to learn anything you have to show me. Oh, I'm sure we're going to get along just famously. How about next week?"

"Melissa," Jessica said in an undertone, trying to talk to me privately. But I just brushed her off.

"Perfect," said Kaitlin, actually purring when she said it. "Here's my business card," she slipped it into my bra, the smooth card sliding against my bare skin. "I can't wait to hear from you." Kaitlin gave me one more hug, this time planting a wet kiss on my cheek and then left.

"Melissa!" Jessica said, hissing. "Stay away from her! You really don't know what you're doing! She'll chew you up and spit you out by the side of the road. I've seen it happen!"

"So what?" I said. "I'm a grown woman now. You're leaving. I don't have to listen to you! Why shouldn't I develop relationships with anyone I want?"

"Because... because..." Jessica, angry, stood for a second trying to decide. "Because I won't let you!"

"Won't let me?" I mocked. "I don't think it's up to you!"

"Oh yes it is!" Jessica grasped hold of my wrist hard and marched me over to the showers.

"Hey!" I whispered, walking quickly on my tiptoes to try to keep up with her. "Hey!" I glanced around, embarrassed as the other ladies in the locker room pointedly looked the other way.

Jessica pulled me into a private shower and snapped the curtains shut behind us. Pushing me into the shower, she turned it on!

"AH!" I shrieked, cold water splashing over us, soaking our tennis dresses so they plastered wet against our skin.

"Quiet!" she hissed, twisting one arm behind my back and bending me over. She flipped up my skirts, pulled down my panties to the floor, and spanked me!!

"Jessica!!" I squealed, struggling to get out of her grasp.

"You will not disobey me!" she said, fiercely between spanks. "You are mine! You will not go and be friends with that slut Kaitlin! You are going to be a good girl and attend to me and my mother, and you will remember to always stay in your proper place!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I blubbered. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I wasn't really going to go out with Kaitlin, really! I just said it to make you mad! 'Cause I really don't want you to move awaaaay!"

Without warning, Jessica turned me around and forced me against the wall, pressing her body into me and mashing her lips onto mine. Working frantically, she grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it up and off, throwing it to the floor where it landed with a wet splat. I stood there, wet socks, panties around my ankles, hard penis, my bra holding my C-sized falsies, soaking wet but (thankfully) no longer shivering now that the water had finally warmed up.

"Oh my god," Jessica said, her eyes glazed, sounding completely mad. "Why can't I keep my hands off of you?" She pulled me into another kiss while grasping my penis with one hand and desperately pulling off her own panties with the other.

"On your knees," Jessica growled, pushing me down. She leaned against the shower stall, spread her legs, and pulled me to her crotch. "I need you, now!"

I nestled into her pussy, licking and nuzzling. I had done this just once before, for a neighbor girl who took pity on me. And so I worked with my lips and tongue and eventually found the right spot.

"Oh god YES!" Jessica cried as she climaxed, mashing my face in deep, and I was certain the ladies in the locker room could hear her. She twitched and spasmed as her orgasm flowed through her.

Finally, she sank to the floor, breathing hard, and pulled me into her lap and into another deep kiss with her aggressive tongue probing and exploring.

"Your turn," she said, reaching for a bar of soap.

"No, that's okay," I said, embarrassed.

"I insist," Jessica said, wickedly. She lathered up my hard penis and began stroking it with toe-curling motions. Then she reached around and ran the soap between my ass cheeks.

"No!" I said, squirming in her arms, trying to escape.

"Yes!" she said, her fingers now probing me back there. I struggled and wriggled, but eventually she found the spot and her slippery finger slid right in.

"Ohh," I groaned.

"That's right," Jessica said triumphantly, thrusting her finger in deep as her other hand continued to jack me off. "Now who's my bitch?"

"I am," I gasped, my nipples tingling as electric sparks ran down my spine. "I am! Oh! Oh!" I cried as I spurted into her hand, my body twitching and thrusting as her evil hands worked their magic on both sides. "Oh, Jessica," I said, still jerking, as I lay into her arms, feeling used, abused, and oh-so-satisfied.

"That's my bitch," she said, pulling me to her soaking wet breasts. As I nuzzled there under the warm spray, she reached a hand down between her legs and brought herself off a second time, while we cuddled and held each other.

After the insanity had worn off a bit, we washed and dried each other using fluffy towels provided by the club. Then Jessica snuck out from behind the shower curtain (naked) and brought back our clothes from the lockers.

Fortunately, I had packed a fresh dress to wear after tennis. It was a cute, flirty 'fit and flare' pullover, cowl-neck, sweater dress in a gorgeous, blush-gold color with just a hint of sparkle, which Mrs. Johnson hoped would make me look huggable and kissable.

So finally showered, dressed, and ready to go, we exited the shower under the disapproving stares of the other ladies in the locker room and headed out to the car.

"I'm so sorry!" Jessica said, suddenly.

"Sorry for what? What's the matter?"

I tried to look her in the face, but Jessica crossed her arms and turned away from me.

"I'm sorry for everything!" she said, anguished. "Taking advantage of you. Forcing you into the shower. Spa... spanking you," she said those last words under her breath. "I just can't seem to help myself..."

"I know," I said. "It's fine."

"No, it's not!" Jessica shouted, angrily, turning to me. "I'm a monster, don't you see? I got so jealous, thinking of you with Kaitlin. And why should I? Why shouldn't you see her? I mean, sure, she's a bitch and will abuse you and tear your heart into pieces, but is that any different than what I'm doing right now??"

"It's different," I reached out and held her hand, and this time she didn't pull away.

"But how is it different?" she asked, plaintively. "Look at what I've done to you. You'd be an ordinary boy interning at the museum if I hadn't practically forced you into wearing a bra and panties. And now look at you!"

"Yes, look at me!" I said, fiercely. "I'm happy! I feel beautiful! I... I feel more at home and loved than I have ever felt in my entire life! And who is responsible for that? You! You and Mrs. Johnson. I mean... I really didn't realize how miserable I was. I didn't realize how empty my life was. But now... now I have you. And Mrs. Johnson. And a closet full of gorgeous clothes which I just love to wear."

I felt my eyes become watery.

"And I am truly happy," I said.

"But Melissa," Jessica said. "Look at how I've abused you! And my mother too! This isn't healthy. You... you bring out things in me. You make me... You make me..." she trailed off.

"Say it," I encouraged.

"You make me want to control you," she said, finally. "You make me want to own you."

"Oh, Jessica," my knees went weak at hearing that. "Oh... Jessica," I said again.

"But that's horrible, isn't it? I'm an evil, mean person, aren't I?"

"Not to me," I said, quietly.

"I've got to go," she said suddenly. "I've got to get out of here."

"Wait!" I said, frantically. "I... I have something special planned. Please don't go just yet!"

"I've been such a bitch," Jessica said. "I've got to go, move to Boston, before I make it worse."

"Please," I said, panicking. "Just two more hours! Please... I prepared something really special. Please, Jessica!"

She looked at me, half turned to her car, hesitating.

"Okay she said, her heart melting just a little. But then I really have to go."

"Thank you," I said, feeling sad and anxious, but trying my best to hide it. "I understand."