Chapter 7: The morning after and Babs becomes queen of the house

The following morning Babs went out early to the mall where she printed two sets of the pictures on a self-serve machine, directly from the camera chip. It cost a lot of pounds but it would be worth it. Back home she prepared a full greasy breakfast, everything fried in fat and looking enough to make anyone feel ill. She knocked lightly and went in Leanne's room. As expected, the girls were still huddled in the bed and looking decidedly un-pretty now.

Barbara threw open the curtains, letting the mid-morning sun stream in, causing the girls to stir and shield their eyes from the pain.

"Wake up you lazybones," said Babs cheerfully, "It's a lovely day," (for a hangover) she mentally added. Leanne sat up holding her head and groaning. Babs went round the bed carrying the breakfast beneath a gleaming lid. Setting the tray on Leanne's lap she whipped off the lid. "Here's your breakfast as ordered," she said with as serious a face as she could, "Enjoy it Mistress!"

Leanne frowned and opened her eyes with a struggle. One look at the plate, combined with the fried smell was enough. More than enough. "Oh god," was all she said before throwing up onto the tray.

Babs chuckled and said, "Aww doesn't Mistress want her brekkie?" Leanne pushed the tray aside, caught by Babs before it crashed onto the floor, and she made a dash for the bathroom, still staggering from the alcohol poisoning. Babs roused the other two naked girls, noting that Tracy had managed to get back to bed, and even managed to get the harness off.

They sat on either side of the bed, head in hands like two bookends. She told them to get dressed and go down to the kitchen where Simon was brewing up some strong coffee.

"Oh Lord, can't we have a shower of something first. I smell like a cess pit," said the one who wasn't Tracy.

"No, get your coffee and then you can have a nice walk in the sunshine and clear your heads while you walk home. You can clean yourselves up there."

Tracy said, "You're just the subby maid, I'll ask your boss about the shower if it's OK with you."

Babs reached in her pocket and pulled out 2 photos, and selecting one, she passed it to Tracy. "Perhaps your mum and dad would like to see this, or I've got lots of others. Or perhaps you want that coffee now?"

Tracy's face was a study in terror. "Wha... Oh god... Fucking hell. Don't you dare let my parents see this! I'll go, come on Christie. She dressed in seconds.

"What's going on? asked this Christie, "What was in the photo?"

"Oh do you want one too? That's a nice one of you don't you think?" quipped Babs sarcastically handing her the print.

"Oh my fuck, that's disgusting. Shit, it's me. Fuck. How much do you want to destroy this?" Both she and Tracy tore the photo's they were holding into small pieces. They were going to dump them on the floor but I shook my head and they looked for the waste bin.

"For now I just want you out of here, and your agreement that you won't come here again. Rape me would you, bitches?"

"I'm off and I wouldn't come here again if you paid me believe me. Wait for me Tracy."

The front door slammed and it seemed they didn't want the coffee.

I sat on the bed and waited for Leanne to emerge from the shower. She came out eventually with a towel round her like yesterday. But gone was the bossy confidence!

"Shower's free," she announced but then looked around. "Where are Tracy and Christie?"