Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation lezdom story.
Chapter 4
So after the productive meeting I had with Trish... and after watching the direct deposit hit my checking account, I certainly saw things in a new light. Yeah... things weren't that bad at my company after all.
Maybe I wasn't totally over some of the degrading things my young boss had done to me, but I still showed up to work the next day with a smile on my face, ready to be a better employee. I even brought Trish Starbucks... to show her how much I appreciated her being my supervisor.
With the coffee cup in my hand, I walked into the little blonde's office to give her the drink. When I placed it on her desk, she reacted in such a sweet manner, saying, "I only drink frappuccinos."
I guess Trish could have shown a little more appreciation for my gesture, but I didn't find her spoiled attitude that annoying anymore now that I was getting paid so well. Instead of arguing, I just humbly replied, "Sorry, Miss Trish. I should have asked you what you wanted beforehand."
Trish then sent me away in the same manner she did every other time I had left her office. She allowed me to give her a kiss, this time on the lips, because she thought that was what I wanted after accidentally placing my lips on hers instead of her cheek the last time.
My young boss also gave me a little rub on the crotch through my tight slacks to get a feel of my pubes. She thought I enjoyed it since... I was a lesbian in her eyes... That incorrect premonition no longer bothered me either.
I returned to my desk empty-handed because Trish decided to keep the coffee even though she said she didn't like it. That was okay with me. Nothing could really bother me anymore at this point in my life.
Whenever anything even remotely bothered me, like the way Trish spanked and violated me, or the way my sister bragged about her sex life, there was always one thing I could do to put myself in the right frame of mind. I just played with the mortgage calculator tool online to see how close I was to buying my first rental property. And with all the money I was guaranteed, I was only weeks away!
I could hardly contain my excitement. There was no longer this disgruntled presence about me. The change in my attitude was easily noticeable, especially amongst my closest coworkers, Sally and Mary.
My change in attitude was so obvious, Mary decided to bring it up at lunch. As we ate in the break room together, she looked at me and, out of nowhere, asked, "Why do you seem so upbeat lately?"
"Well, why not?" I asked ever so nonchalantly. "I have a good job and I'm working hard to achieve my goals. What's there to not be upbeat about?"
Staring at me with her eyebrows furrowed, the tall brunette pointed out, "That's quite a change.... You were ready to quit this place not too long ago."
"Quit?! Oh no! I could never do that, especially with how close I am to buying my next property."
Leaning in, Mary asked, "Just how close are you to buying this next property?"
Although I knew it was a bit taboo to talk about personal finances, the excitement got to me and I had to tell my coworker and friend just how close I really was to achieving my dreams. Peeking over my shoulders, I realized the only other person that could hear us was Sally, and since she was just a quiet little goody-two-shoes, I figured it was safe to reveal how well I was doing.
With excitement in my voice, I could hardly contain myself as I explained, "I should have enough for a good down payment within the next few weeks."
"The next few weeks?!" Mary repeated as she furrowed her eyebrows at me with suspicion. Completely calling me out, she pointed out, "Just a couple days ago, you said you were still months away from having enough... What the hell changed?!"
Suddenly, I became frozen as I felt Mary's eyes glaring into my soul. I finally realized what a mistake I had made revealing my financial situation.
Oh fuck!
I thought to myself as I sat there scrambling for an excuse.
I can't tell her that Trish promised me more money, and I definitely can't tell her about the "special training" I had been receiving...
Reeling back as I sunk into my chair, I quickly explained, "Oh, never mind! I must have gotten the numbers wrong! Yeah, it's going to take a few more months. My mistake!"
"No, that wasn't a mistake," the taller and thicker brunette responded, calling my obvious bluff. "Something has changed and you don't want to tell me what it is."
"No, no, no! I just ran into some more money but... it's not a big deal!"
"You fucking bitch!" Mary said, causing me and Sally to freeze. Staring a hole right into my soul, my coworker folded her arms and asked, "You're getting that Assistant Position, aren't you?!"
After a double-take, I looked at the taller woman and scrambled for a response. "No! I had almost forgotten about that position!"
Undeterred, Mary rolled her eyes before chuckling to herself in anger. "What a conniving little bitch you are! I knew something was going on with all these little secret meetings you've been having with Trish. You just wanted me to think you hated her because you knew I was your only real competition for the promotion, just like I was last time!"
Waving my hands all over the place as I scooted back, I argued, "No, Mary! I haven't been sneaking around behind your back! I haven't even put in for that position!"
"All this time you were just pretending you were on my side against Trish. I should have known something was up when you finished that impact report. You're secretly her little pet! You don't dislike her at all!"
"No! I
do
hate Trish! I just picked up some extra work... but I can't tell you what it is..."
"And why the fuck not?!" Mary shouted, almost getting into my face. "You just can't think of a lie to cover up the extra money you're going to get from being her assistant, you little bitch!"
"Okay, first of all, you can stop calling me a bitch now," I demanded as I was suddenly full of emotions from not only the argument I was having but from having to hide the embarrassing truth of how I earned the extra money in the first place. "I swear to fucking god, I'm still on your side; not Trish's!"
"Yeah, on
my
side... You've seen me as a threat ever since I challenged you for the supervisor promotion. Poor little Rebecca couldn't handle someone trying to better their life by going for the position she thought she deserved."
"Look, I know both of us deserved that position way more than anyone else, and I, of course, never expected some spoiled blonde to show up and get it, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to succeed! And if you want that Assistant Position, you should put in for it! You have no competition since I'm not putting in for it."
Instead of taking heed of my advice, Mary just rolled her eyes at me before walking off. Growing nervous, I followed her and asked, "Where are you going?"
Without turning her head, the tall brunette continued to walk away from me before answering, "I'm just going to ask Trish myself, Bitch."
"Hey, I just told you I don't like being called that..." I reacted as I frantically tried to catch up. "And you don't need to talk to Trish about this! She's probably busy!"
I so desperately wanted to keep this conversation away from our young boss, but it didn't look like that was going to be an option. Mary had fire in her eyes, and there was nothing I could do to stop her from barging into Trish's office. All I could do was hope our spoiled supervisor was out for a long lunch.
Unfortunately, the pretentious blonde was, in fact, in her office. She hardly even looked away from her computer as Mary stood angrily in front of her desk.
"Trish, I need to talk to you," the tall woman declared as I could practically see the steam coming from her ears.
My legs were shaking as I watched my life falling apart. Even though Trish was just calmly clicking through her online shopping page without a care in the world, I knew there was no way this conversation would go over smoothly. My income, financial goals, and my relationship with Trish were all in jeopardy... but it was the first two things I cared about... not Trish...
"Can't this wait?" the pretentious girl asked, clicking through a couple of different options for shoes. "You know I'm on lunch from eleven to two."