DESCRIPTION: Jack swings the door open—and freezes. Two smoking-hot bailiffs in pencil skirts and lethal stilettos glare down at him. "Payment delinquency, sweetheart," the redhead snaps, shoving the court order into his chest while the brunette slaps "Seized" stickers on his TV. He tries to resist, but they pounce—the brunette’s heel digs into his spine, the redhead cuffing his wrists behind his back. "Much better," she coos, spanking his cheek with her sole, leaving a dusty tread mark. Then the "rehabilitation" begins: Sniff: They force his face into their nylons, steeped in Chanel No. 5 and 12 hours of wear. Lick: The brunette balances her Louboutin on his tongue, demanding he polish off the sidewalk grime. Beg: The redhead drags her toes across his lips as she dictates a new payment plan. "Remember," the brunette grinds her arch into his windpipe, "next time, we won’t be wearing heels."