Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The following story is fictional. The author reserves all the rights conveyed by the Berne Convention. No one shall redistribute this story without the author's permission. No one shall profit from any redistribution of this story. The Arrangement Chapter 2 By Happy "Wow, that was fast", I said. "Ladies, go answer the door please". Two or three seconds passed and Sandra hadn't budged from the spot between my feet. My eye level was at her womanly hips. I noticed that on either side those hips were two clenched fists. One was still holding the money. I let my eyes scan upwards from there. Her bare breasts were jiggling ever so slightly and were partially covered by her long mane of sandy brown hair. She was trembling. Her eyes were glazed. I leaned forward from my seat on the couch and took a gentle hold on her fists. "You are doing so well. You can do this. Reach deep and find some confidence", I encouraged. I let go of her hands. Sandra stepped over one my feet and slowly walked towards the entrance door like a zombie. I looked over at Brenda. She had taken the leg nearest to me back off the arm of the recliner. But, Brenda was still sitting and her legs were crossed. There was a second ring of the door bell. With a stern look on my face, I growled to Brenda, "Sandra is new to this, so I'll cut her a break this time. You, however, know better. I'll deal with you later. Now GO!" Brenda was looking straight at me when I said that. When I finished, her face turned as pale as the areas of her body that her bikini obviously covered. She sprang up and hurriedly pranced to the door. As I watched her, I thought, 'She is still hot. Her ass wiggles, but it doesn't wobble'. I briefly turned to Jillian seated next to me. She had one arm covering both of her small breasts and the other hiding the soon-to-be-gone bush. Her girl parts below her fur weren't visible because her knees were slammed together. Her long medium brown hair had fallen in front of most of her cute face. Apparently, at this moment, Jillian had no intention moving one of her hands to move the hair out her face. So, I softly moved the long locks on my side of her nose and tucked as much as I could behind her ear. Then I reached around did the same to the side away from me. Jillian whispered, "Thank you". I looked back towards the entrance door. Brenda turned the knob. Sandra stood close by. As Brenda pulled open the door a man about my age appeared in the doorway. He had empty hands. No pizza. I grinned broadly. "Hey Jim, come on in". Jim stepped in a few paces and stopped. Brenda quickly closed the door as Jim took a moment to take in everything he could see. Nobody moved. "Um... hello?", Jim questioned. "I'm sorry", I began and gestured as I continued, "Jim, I'd like you to meet my ex-wife Brenda and her daughters Sandra and Jillian. Ladies, this is Jim, my friend and neighbor. He lives in the apartment directly across the hall from this one". Jim bowed slightly and made eye contact with each of them as I introduced them. I went on to explain that the girls would be staying a while and briefly explained why. Jim turned back to me and with hesitation asked, "Why are they......" "Wearing their birthday suits?", I interrupted. Jim nodded. "Brenda, take your seat in the recliner and tell him please", I instructed. Brenda's jaw dropped. She knew what I meant by that. I pointed to the recliner and gave her a look. She walked quickly to it and sat. Slowly and haltingly, she hooked the leg closest to me over the arm of the chair, but her gaze was pointed straight down. I saw that using my peripheral vision because I was watching Jim's reaction. His eyes were wide as he examined Brenda's crotch from where he was standing. "Tell him", I commanded. "Jack told us that in order to stay, females must be nude in his apartment", Brenda reported, still looking down. "Wrong answer", I immediately replied. Brenda's head tipped up to reveal a look of surprise and confusion. "What I said was all females were not allowed to wear clothes while they were here. There's a difference. Right now we are all in my apartment, so right now that is here. There are a lot of other places we could be that could become 'here'", I said. I now had everyone's undivided attention. I knew that I was wearing a very sly grin, but I didn't care. "So Jim, what's up?", I asked. Once Jim snapped out of his stare, he answered, "You know that action movie that was supposed to be out on DVD today? The one we both wanted to see?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, I got lucky and was able to rent the last available copy. I came to ask you if you wanted to watch it with me", Jim explained. I was quick to ask, "Can the girls join us?". "Sure", Jim shot back. "Okay, we're in. But we are expecting a delivery of a couple of extra large pizzas. Have you eaten yet Jim?", I replied. "No, I haven't", said Jim. "Then why don't you stay and enjoy pizza with us. Then we will go watch the movie. Deal?", I proposed. "Deal. Sounds good to me", Jim replied as he scanned the room again. The door bell rang for a third time. Sandra was still standing near the door holding the cash. I glanced at Brenda. She saw me and pulled her leg down and got up to go to the door. When Brenda opened the door, there was a young woman standing there holding two pizza boxes. Her eyes bugged out when she saw Brenda and Sandra and then her eyes gravitated to Jillian sitting next to me. "Come in", Sandra invited as instructed. The delivery girl stepped in far enough so that Brenda could close the door. She stopped and looked at Jim and then myself. "I've heard rumors about deliveries like this", the delivery girl began, "It's usually one woman flashes or awkwardly makes it look like an accident when her towel drops. This seems different. What's going on?" "Tell her Brenda", I said. "Jack says", Brenda started while pointing to me, "all females are not allowed to wear clothes while they are here". There was a moment of silence. I broke it by saying, "Very good Brenda. You got it right this time". The delivery girl hung her head straight down looking towards the pizza boxes. "Do I have to undress too?, she asked so quietly that it was barely audible. Oh my, a true submissive. I'd never encountered one in all my years. I had to confirm it. "Are you comfortable being naked in front of a room full of strangers?, I asked. She lifted her head enough to show watery eyes. "No, It scares me to death", she replied What's your first name? How old are you?, I asked. "Tina and I'm nineteen", she answered. "Put the the pizzas down on the floor in front of your feet and remove your clothes. Then complete your delivery.", I commanded. Tina set the boxes down in front of her. When she was standing again, there were tears on her lower eyelids. She pulled her red polo shirt with the restaurant's logo on it over her head (no bra, oh my again). She then unbuttoned her khaki slacks and pushed them down to her ankles. Tina had a little struggle removing the slacks as she had a tough time kicking off her shoes and socks as an after thought (no panties either). Tina picked up the pizza boxes. Brenda sympathized by holding out her hands to receive the pizzas. Tina handed them to her. Sandra then held out the money. Tina took it gratefully and began to redress. The khakis went on first and she was about to grab the polo shirt when I interrupted her progress. "Stop", I said. Tina froze with her chest exposed. "You can loosely cover your chest with the shirt for now, but you can't put it on until you get to the driver's door of your car.", I added. Without hesitation, Tina sat on the floor topless and pulled her socks and shoes back on. Her hands were shaking as she retied the laces on her running shoes. The doorbell rang for a fourth time.