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...
βΌ
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 β
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 β 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'sβ"
"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.