Chapter 7: Thieves and Confinement
Cassie gazed at her phone early in the morning reading an email from Mr. Kim, the sports director at her university whom she stole from. Just the notification alone had her heart racing. The email had apparently hit her student account the day before.
Exercise Regime Update - Cassie Bergh;
Hello Miss Bergh,
As per your request, I have found a timeslot at our athletic center in room B456 for your continued use. You will be expected to be there Wednesdays @4pm - 7pm, effective immediately. Attendance is mandatory.
Her date with Mia was today! There's no way this would work.
Oh my god. I'm being scheduled for... I can't believe how he worded this... "continued use." Literally no notice. He's treating me like a toy he can just plug into his schedule!
Cassie tried to ignore how wet she was becoming. One hand slid down under her pajama bottoms and rubbed her clit as a series of invasive(?) thoughts trickled into her head. A part of her actually wanted to go please Mr. Kim. He was letting her off the hook; she had stolen from him and this was a way for the two of them to come to an agreement. Her body for his silence. Cassie imagined handing over her pussy like a wallet he could spread and count to make sure it was all there. It was only fair.
What the fuck am I thinking about?
She slid a finger into her pussy, then two. He could do anything to her in that window. And if she wanted to please him quickly, she would need to bring condoms, and wear something slutty (to change out of). What if he came inside her? Would she have to walk home with his cum leaking out of her?
Cassie couldn't bring herself to fish out her dildo and instead used two hands to play with her clit and rub her pussy. She needed to organize her thoughts. A notification hit her phone from facebook; Mr.Hall had sent a friend request (her neighbor from the cosplay shop).
Fuck, I'm such a slut.
I need Mr. Kim to take me to his house. Or else he's just going to hang this theft over me forever. Like a carrot on a stick, except his cock is inside me, pumping his cum into me week after week.
A thrill went through her at the thought of becoming his secret little university cumdump.
Damnit! Mia is going to be so mad I'm skipping out on her for Mr. Kim. If I'm going to get out of this, I need access to his home, his belongings, his secrets.
Cassie started grinding against a pillow and slapped herself, immediately feeling like an idiot. She needed a man to slap her, not her own wimpy hands.
I should be thinking about school. Dad is counting on me to get good grades. He'd lose it if he knew what I've been doing... Dressing up in little slutty outfits, licking my swim captain's feet, swallowing my sport's director's cum.
Cassie bit her lip as her orgasm rose.
Mia was going to be so mad! Should she warn her?
I want her to step on me.
Cassie held her breath and squeezed her throat as she pictured Mia's reaction. This korean goddess with her adorable pouty lips and toned body that just demanded submission. Would she put on heels and step on her? Would she humiliate her in front of her servants? Walk her down the street like a dog?
Licking her fingers, Cassie imagined being forced to lick Mia's toes as her servants watched, feeling their embarrassment for her like hot wax being poured down her spine.
"Ummnhh," Cassie whimpered as she orgasmed onto her pillow, quivering with her fingers in her mouth. The regret of post-orgasm clarity quickly subsided; she was only daydreaming afterall. Whatever was going to happen today couldn't really be her fault.
So call it pre-schedule jitters, blackmail anxiety, whatever you want, Cassie ended up skipping class and hiding out in her car parked in the university staff parking. What was she doing?
Just watching.
Mr. Kim's Prius pulled up near the front and he got out and kissed his wife goodbye.
She was cute for a woman in her forties: short black hair, big tits, a little out of shape. And before Cassie knew it, she was following her down the street to a Superstore feeling like some sort of criminal. It was strange to think what she was literally doing, so she didn't, and nearly missed Mrs. Kim getting back into her Pruis.
Around nine a.m. then, Cassie watched Mrs. Kim pull into the driveway of her home and a boy rushed out to help bring in the groceries. He looked around Robbie's age, but tall and athletic.
Mr. Kim's house was nice...
Cassie must have been really frustrated or desperate because instead of returning back to the university, she got out and decided to walk by. Looking for potential targets, perhaps. The idea of stealing from Mr. Kim had become like a secret fantasy to her, and the fact his family didn't know what she looked like pressed all the right buttons. What could it hurt anyway?
"Hey!"
"Hello?" said Jason.
Jogging up from the sidewalk, this gorgeous blonde gym-bunny just inserted herself into his mom's car, pulled out a bag of groceries and smiled. He knew girls were starting to come onto him because of his muscles, but damn. And damn.
"Let me help," she said.
"Sure. I mean, yes, grab that bag."
Be assertive.
She was wearing black gym shorts that absolutely stuck to her ass as she bent over. It was everything he could do just to resist slapping it. Fuck, was he supposed to slap it? Women liked that, didn't they? When she finally turned back she tilted her head and gave him this innocent, confused look as if he'd missed his opportunity.
"Aren't you going to grab a bag?"
He grabbed the remaining three and his mom's purse.
"So. You got a name?"
"It's um, Lindsay."
"Um Lindsay?" he mocked.
"Yes."
"Well, does Um Lindsay have a number or an insta?"
She dropped the grocery bag off at his front door and rolled her eyes, those big tits bouncing in their sports bra, but she did pull out her phone.
It's fucking working!
"It's .. xxx-xxx-xxxx ..."
"Wait, lemme—"
"Jason?" His mom shouted from somewhere inside the house. "Jason, who's there?"
"I've gotta go, bye!"
Fucking numbers!
Jason's eyes were glued to her as she jogged back to the sidewalk, reciting the numbers in his head. A real man doesn't chase though. Females do the chasing. After a few hours he sent her a 'hey' and then went back to his free-weights in the basement praying it was the right number.
She sent him a winky-face a few moments later.
Cassie got lunch with the twenty she stole from Mrs. Kim's purse (it was sitting in the Prius) and killed time at Burger King. Was she juvenile for feeling this excited from stealing a mere twenty dollars? Yes. But the satisfaction from taking it right from Mr. Kim's wife was immeasurable. Chicken strips had never tasted so good.
While she was buying condoms for her 'appointment' from the gas station on the way back to the university, however, she remembered rather darkly that her midterm was tomorrow. And she hadn't opened the textbook all month.
"Just the condoms?" asked the cashier.
Cassie nodded, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
I'll cram when I get home. Are these condoms the right size, though? Mr. Kim kinda has a big dick. But like, not thick. Should I get different sizes? I can't go back in there and buy more, the cashier's gonna think I'ma prostitute. Uhg, whatever.
She hopped back in her car
.
At four pm Cassie opened the door to room B456 in a little pair of gym shorts and baby blue sports bra with her hair tied up into a ponytail by an equally baby blue scrunchie.
B456 turned out to be a tiny specialized gym like the ones you'd see in medical exam videos with music playing a mashup of things she'd heard before, but with more reverb?
Nobody's here.
