Chapter 5: Three Teams
Sorry for the delay! I've been stuck working on school projects and haven't had time to write. It will probably be worse in December. I read all the comments, though. Thank you everyone, even the critiquers! -Ivarra
On the computer, unbeknownst to Cassie, was the file of her new audio recordings. They read:
MINDFULNESS SUBLIMINAL HYPNOSIS
Video (6) loops:
Enjoyment and interest in MINDFULNESS listening;
Shame and pleasure in exhibitionism;
Satisfaction and pleasure from pain;
Limit Reached (3)
Video (7) loops:
[Strong] Loss of mental focus when interacting with Mr. Kim;
[Strong] Pleasure and satisfaction from pleasing Mr. Kim;
[Strong] Arousal and pleasure from stealing from Mr. Kim;
Limit Reached (3)
This last line, however, was a copy-paste from last week's files. Perhaps Mr. Kim wasn't really paying attention, coding with one hand...
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Cassie stopped at a different card shop on the way home to sell off a chunk of the cards Robbie bought her. She hadn't changed yet, though, and felt like everyone somehow knew she just sucked off her sports director. Was there cum somewhere on her clothes? In her hair? She was hyper-aware of the existence of her stomach, as if she could feel his cum in her. The clerk wouldn't meet her eyes and hardly said a word.
Can he tell?
"Six hundred and thirteen," he said, finishing his count. "But. I can't, um, buy them. I don't. I mean, we need the owner's permission to buy that much.
Cassie sighed in relief. He couldn't tell she'd just given a blowjob.
"Well, can you text him?"
"Uh! Yeah, sure. Please wait."
Couldn't he think of that?
Not knowing what to do with herself, Cassie perused the store while the clerk waited for the okay from the bossman. It still wasn't even two o'clock yet, so the store was relatively empty. This one was much smaller, like a little hidey-hole for nerds, just a few tables tucked in the corner with a closet and a bathroom. A few guys sat near the back playing Magic.
She glanced at the back supply closet and thought of sneaking in there to... relieve her pent-up horniness. Being used by Mr. Kim was terrible, but —
Uhg. Stop Cassie.
She touched her lips and imagined asking one of those nerds to come into the closet with her.
If she winked at one of them, would they follow her? Or could she, like, cut out a hole in the back wall and make her own glory hole. Lipstick pointing
-> free mouth here.
Cassie licked her lips and imagined how sucking a cock through a gloryhole would feel. Not knowing who was on the other side was a huge turn on. What if it was one of her classmates? A professor? Someone she really shouldn't be sucking off...
In her current mood, though, it wouldn't matter who it was. As long as that cock let her lick it and enjoyed the feel of her lips around it.
Nerds would cum so fast.
Cassie walked by them and loved the attention as she played on her phone. Well, looking at workout Tiktoks wasn't really pretending. The guys there were so hot.
The girls, too.
Cassie pictured herself contorting into positions within that little supply closet, trying to get the right angle for these nerds to fuck her. Jeans were not the right attire for a slut. They hugged her ass, sure, but in terms of accessibility she should be in a skirt, or at the very least a dress.
Fuck, I need more money.
"Oh my god, that card is so cute!" Cassie said, running a hand through her hair and bending over between the two gamers.
"It, uh, thanks. I got it at, well, I. Sorry I was trying to focus and you're interrupting. This is a complicated game."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
She lightly touched his shoulder and walked back to the salesman, knowing how ditzy that must have come off.
Why did I do that?
Cassie imagined herself covered in cum, dripping from eyelashes down to her knees, walking out of that closet like a diva, nobody in a thousand feet able to look away from her. It would be pure bliss.
Until the clarity hit and people's reactions actually reached her cock-drunk brain. Then she would be completely ruined.
The photos. I'd die. Actually, criminally, die. Bad idea, Cassie. Rewind!
"Um, hello? Miss?" the shopkeeper spoke up. "He said it's okay. But if you've got more, you gotta text him first. Here's his number."
"Okay, thank you!"
Cassie tucked the six-hundred away in her purse and rushed home.
With an empty house, Cassie took her time showering, being very good by not masturbating before going on her date, shaved, and then covered herself in a bath towel as she prepared for her night with Mia.
First, she placed a small envelope on the kitchen counter for her dad full of money that read "
I won a bursary! There's more coming, but the cheque hasn't cleared yet. Thank you for paying for everything. Love, Cassie.
"
It was only six-hundred dollars, but she knew every bit would help. A part of her wanted to run out and sell Robbie's necklace, but it was way too soon for that. He would expect her to wear it, at least a few more times... and she also wanted to wear it a few more times. Her dad's bills could wait.
Next, Cassie put on some hip-hop and cleaned the house. The curtains were all wide open, but the idea someone could potentially see her in just a towel was tantalizing. A little spin got her into the living room where she took her time bending over to pick up a plate. The stretch felt great on her legs (among other parts).
She must have looked like a total idiot bouncing around the house, with the abysmal dancing skills she had, but finally going to see Mia for her reward put her in an amazing mood, even with Mr. Kim's cum sitting in her stomach.
It would have been funner completely naked, or in some sort of maid outfit — she felt her face get hot thinking of what her dad would say if he opened her mail to find some slutty uniform.
"Cassie, what is this!"
"Daddy, it's—"
"Don't Daddy me. Who made you buy this? Tell me!"
"It was an accident! I was just looking!"
"Well you're returning this right now."
"I will!" she'd say, snatching it away from him. There would be this little moment then where they both knew she wasn't going to return the slutty uniform, though. They'd both silently recognize she was going to try it on later. Would he grab it back from her then? Would he force his values on his adult daughter and rip it from her hands? No.
I'm not your little girl anymore, Daddy.
When she finished vacuuming, Cassie walked over to the front window close enough to feel the sun. There was nobody on the sidewalk outside, just the odd car and empty driveways of her neighbors and the sun felt so good.
Cassie inhaled and casually dropped her towel, waiting 1... 2... 3... 4... 5 seconds before deciding to slowly walk back up the stairs, listening as another car went by outside.
Deciding on an outfit was nearly impossible.
Was she supposed to dress casual? Was she supposed to put on something cute she might go to the club in? Or was it slutty? Mia would laugh if she showed up in a schoolgirl outfit, all mini-skirt, blouse, and no bra.
She'd laugh me down the street and make me crawl home.
The pile of clothes on her bed was growing. So many of her boring old highschool clothes were just not usable anymore, spilling off the sides onto the floor. She needed something that said '
I'm hot enough to be with you.'
Which meant she only really had one option: her white flower sundress.
Hoping it still fit, Cassie squeezed into the fabric remembering all her perverted intentions when she originally bought the dress, though she wouldn't have dared admit it at the time...
It was white with little spaghetti straps that criss-crossed her chest and ended just above her knees. She'd worn it to a family wedding to show how grown-up she'd become (not true). She wanted to make an impression on Cody, her older cousin she only saw during holidays, as a kind of told-you-so against his teasing over all those years. This dress was supposed to prove to him that she'd become hot.
He turned bright red.
Which made Cassie think she'd got him, so she opened her mouth and— turned an even brighter red.
God, I was so embarrassing! He was my cousin! What'd I think was going to happen?
She fit perfectly into that dress now. Her chest was bigger; her legs and ass had developed from swimming. A set of matching white lacy underwear completed the fit, and a bit of accessorizing (her new earrings), hair, and make-up, and Cassie slipped her purse over her shoulder. She must have looked cute back then. But now? She looked hot; cousins be damned.
It was time to go.
Part II: Some Rewards are too Sweet
Mia's house was so big it was silly. Cassie drove through the gates with her car puttering along, sounding like it was going to quit going up that subtle incline, for what felt like a mile until she saw the courtyard loop. And then in the time it takes for the radio to switch between songs Cassie's confidence went from a hundred to zero. Suddenly this hot/ sultry sundress was an impossibly stupid teenager's fantasy.
She was approaching a mega-mansion.
A literal valet came out to her door and opened it for her. Without a hint of emotion, he offered his arm for her to get out, and then took her keys.
You've gotta kinda slam the shifter to get it out of park...
A moment later the valet seemed to figure it out himself and the car hiccuped off into who knows where. As the smoke cleared Mia appeared on the front steps with her arms crossed.
"Well, come over here."
"Yes..."
Cassie speed-walked over in her little white high heels, feeling the full brunt of her stupidity when she saw Mia. Not even remotely similar, her korean swim captain wore a bright pink one-armed sweater crop-top and cozy, melt-into-your-hand, pink sweatpants. Was this what rich people wore? She looked like a girl from a music video.
But I love it.
Standing next to her outside of the pool was strange. There was this realization that she officially knew her real self. A piece of her was Cassie's now.
Standing on the steps, Mia's gaze cut through her like a cold lazer. Before they even really spoke, Mia ran a nail under one of the criss-crossing straps of Cassie's dress, drawing a line up to her clavicle, and up her neck. Then flicked an earring. Cassie flinched.
"I don't like that you're taller than me in those, perv. Take your heels off."
"Yes, miss."
Cassie acted immediately, not wanting to fuck anything up.
"This is cute. Who are you trying to impress, perv?"
