Renting Ginny

“You can run, but you can’t hide,” the crazy woman known to me as Anina called out after me as I ran through the condo and to the door. I frantically twisted the knob of the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. A peal of laughter behind me. I then ran as fast as my still groggy body would let me into the kitchen, through the utility area, and over to the door leading to the garage. It opened easily, and I stepped barefoot onto the dusty garage floor. Anina now roared with laughter as I reached to lift the garage door up. “Are you forgetting that you’re wearing nothing but your bra?” I froze. Oh, shit! In my panic to escape this lunatic and her twisted fantasies, my attire was the last thing I’d been paying any attention to. I spun around swiftly and faced the tall woman who now stood just inches away. Damn, she was hot! How did one so gorgeous come to be so truly fucked in the head? Weren’t the crazy ones usually ugly and filthy? Well, this nutjob sure wasn’t. There wasn’t a damn thing ugly or filthy about the woman whose makeup was expertly applied and whose hair hung in long, lustrous waves. Yet like it or not, the woman before me, who was dressed with style and class, was positively insane. “Why are you doing this?” I demanded. “I already told you why. Now, I paid for you for one whole week, so please get back inside.” I squeezed my legs tightly together, for I no longer felt comfortable with her in my nudity. Instead, I almost felt the same as I would if some creepy guy had been leering at me. Almost. “Ginny, please?” Anina pleaded. Knowing I couldn’t run off in just a bra, I re-entered the place and hoped for the best. At least until I could get away with my clothes on. I ran through the kitchen and was just about to reach the living room when I heard, “Stop, slave! Stop!” Fuck that shit! I was nobody’s slave. Continuing on, I ran into the bedroom. “I said stop!” Anina screamed so loud that it hurt my ears. “When I tell you to stop, you will stop!” I stopped, alright. But it was only to scream back in her face that she didn’t own me. “I’m not a fucking piece of property! If you ever thought I was this object that you could just use at will, you got the wrong idea, lady.” I proceeded to spin around and continue on toward the bedroom, but she grabbed me by the wrist and said, “For the next seven days, life as you know it is over. It ceases to exist until and if I decide I’ve had enough of you.” “Until and if you decide you’ve had enough of me? What the fuck are you talking about?” I stared into her icy gray eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you, lady?” She squeezed harder on my wrist. “Ow! Let go of me.” I struggled to slip free of her grip. “I said, let go!” To my surprise, she slowly released me. “I just want what I fucking paid for.” “The chance to drug and slap me around was never for sale, Anina. I’m sorry if you ever thought it was.” I darted into the bedroom and started getting dressed. “Getting dressed won’t do you any good. You’re paid for until next weekend.” I kept an eye on her as I slipped my panties and dress back on. “If you just let me call a cab and leave peacefully, I will see to it that your money is refunded and that you’re not charged with kidnapping and assault.” Anina roared with laughter as if that was the funniest thing she’d ever heard in her life. “Do you even listen to yourself when you talk? Being in the business you’re in isn’t going to make you very credible to the authorities. You can’t prove we weren’t playing a game in which you consented to. You came here on your own free will, so how am I kidnapping you?” “By not letting me leave when I want to leave.” “But how can you prove I wouldn’t let you leave? Unless the police break in here and see you tied up or something, you’re not a child or someone who works in a more respectable business, for lack of a better word. Nailing me in a court of law would be a lot like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall.” She was right. I just didn’t want to admit this to her. I suddenly felt trapped and helpless, though I wasn’t as scared as I was before. “We could have so much fun together if you’d just relax and give me a chance,” said Anina. “A chance to what? Drug me again? Slap me?” “I just want to dominate someone, and you seemed like the perfect candidate.” “I’ll never be the perfect candidate for your definition of domination,” I said tartly. “I told you I would have played your silly master and slave game if you could’ve done it without the drugs and violence.” Anina snorted with sarcasm. “A slap in the face is hardly being violent.” “It was violent enough. Whether it’s a slap, a kick or a punch, violence is violence and I won’t tolerate it.” “Okay, so then it’s simple. If you don’t like being slapped, then don’t disobey me and I won’t slap you.” I looked at her and shook my head. “That’s not good enough.” Anina gently shoved me onto the bed. “Well, it better be good enough because I’m tired and I’m through dealing with you for now. Let’s just please get to bed and then tomorrow, after I get home from work, we’ll discuss the rules.” Work? Oh, yeah, that’s right. This lady had to do something in order to be able to afford me for the warped services she expected of me, didn’t she? But I hadn’t thought to ask her what it was she did. And right now, I didn’t care either. Anina suddenly relented. Her face softened and took on a regretful appearance. I wasn’t sure if she was being sincere or not, but she began to plead with me. “Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry. I was out of line. Please accept my apologies for it. Really, I won’t do it again. I promise.” I hesitated. I wasn’t sure if I believed her, but I was definitely getting a bit too tired myself to argue anymore. “Okay, but no drugs and no hitting unless it’s in a gentle, playful sort of way.” She smiled and grazed my cheek lovingly. “Okay. Would you like anything before bed?” I shook my head. “No, thank you. Where would you like me to sleep?” “With me, of course.” I was given the side of the bed furthest from the door but closest to the master bathroom. Once I slipped beneath the sheets in just my panties, I realized how comfortable her bed really was. It was just an old-fashioned coil spring mattress, but it provided excellent support. I heard Anina yawn in the darkness and then she said, “Everyone fantasizes about being held captive of sorts and of being dominated if they’re not the ones doing the dominating. It’s a fantasy we all share, Ginny. Only most people probably wouldn’t admit it, let alone act on it.” I mulled her words over in my mind. She was right in some ways. I did fantasize about that from time to time. In my fantasies, a beautiful woman would rescue me from a treacherous situation of some kind, and she would turn my world upside down in a positive way, spoiling me with all kinds of exciting moments of intimacy. But none of them would include tricking me with sleeping pills or slapping me hard across the face. No matter what she said, this woman obviously had a different agenda in mind. One her beauty simply wasn’t worth. I yawned and faced the wall. Relax, I told myself. All you have to do is get a good night’s sleep. In the morning, the bitch will be off to work, and you’ll be out of here. “Good night, sweet Ginny.” “G’night,” I muttered. It would be up to Emmy as to how she wanted to handle this woman. All I hoped was that this was just a one-time thing and that I would never again end up with a woman like Anina. Or worse. I was almost afraid to fall asleep in case Anina was feigning being tired and might actually have some more nasty plans for me that night, but the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing told me she’d soon fallen asleep. This gave me the peace of mind to let my own self fall asleep until I could free myself in the morning. I did not sleep well. I awoke many times throughout the night, fearful of what Anina may be doing. Although the woman never got up to torture me in any way, she tortured me in my dreams. There she beat me, threatened to burn me with a torch, and then she tried to drown me in a swimming pool. My dreams had quite often been signs of what was to come. I trusted my dreams and what they were telling me. They were trying to warn me that Anina was dangerous and that I must break away the first chance I got.