Disclaimer: uh - this chapter has noncon/ reluctance/ watersports. Skip the swim practise if that's not your thing. I haven't forgot about this project! I'm just slow. Also, sorry for spelling/ grammar. I went over this like three times.
Chapter 8: Breaking in
Cassie woke up late and took her time in the shower, running her hands all over her legs and stomach, working out where she was sore and where she was actually bruised. He was so rough and controlling with her...
Fuck, what is happening to me?
She was getting wet, and not from the water. She was being blackmailed! She should be crying, or at the very least upset at the fact her sport's director had used her and would probably do so again in their next session... and again.
"I'm literally his fuck-toy."
She remembered his hands on her throat and thighs. How rough they were. How horny she was.
Stop!
Cassie jumped out of the shower and splashed tap water on her face before her hands could return between her thighs. Taking deep breaths helped her calm down.
"I need to relax."
Next she answered Mia's texts while getting dressed. She knew Mia was going to be absolutely pissed, but tried not to think about it. Putting on a pair of jean-shorts and a white tank top, she did her make-up and only glanced at her phone. Mia was
not
receptive to any excuses and left her on read for long stretches of time. Robbie, on the other hand, answered immediately with lots of emojis and words. Attempting to read them gave her a headache, though, so she just sent a kissy-face and drove to school. She was already running late.
When she arrived there was no one in the halls, and no noise coming from the classrooms. It wasn't like she was looking forward to the horny-glances the other students gave her, but a single person would have been nice. Maybe there was an event going on or something.
Oh no.
She walked faster.
Oh no.
Everyone was taking the midterm. Cassie jogged up to her class and gazed through the window in the door until the professor noticed her and gave her the most exhausted eye roll. One of her highschool fears was becoming a reality right before her eyes. A moment later the professor gestured her inside and set her up at the desk right in the front. No chance to... observe stray answers from her classmates. Just a paper full of questions she hadn't studied for.
It may as well have been in greek. Cassie wanted to die.
[What was the training method used in Milgram's study?]
Whipping?
People started to leave after barely thirty minutes and she hadn't even finished the first page! What even was the Milgram Experiment? What do confederates have to do with psychology? Cassie squirmed in her seat until it was just her and a few other idiots pathetically waiting for answers to fall from the sky.
"Miss Fuldane?" Cassie whispered, raising her hand.
Miss Fuldane came over and took a knee, making disapproving eye contact with Cassie's cleavage. Was her whole face red now?
"This question..."
[A branch of psychology that studies, assesses and treats people with psychological disorders.]
"Can't both clinical and counseling be used to treat disorders?"
"Choose the most correct answer, Miss Bergh," she said.
"But both can be used. So isn't the question, like, bad?"
Help me please.
"The question is fine. Now, if you'd hurry up. Some of us are punctual to our appointments. I can't stay here forever. That goes for you, too, Mr. Jackson."
An absolute burger of a human stood up then and handed in his midterm, not bothering to hide his stares down at her chest. Cassie just sat there for a moment longer and tried to remember... anything. She'd bombed tests before, but not like this. Not this badly. She hadn't even finished the first page.
Am I stupid?
Miss Fuldane tapped her fingernails on the desk until the sheer noise drove Cassie to give in. A jumble of random answers then, and she dropped the test off and slunk out of the room.
"Hey, Cassie. How'd the test go? I was wondering if—"
"No. Not good. I'm busy," she said, ignoring the random boy.
"Bitch."
It was all she could do to not start crying.
What was that? How did I forget the test? Dad is going to murder me! I can already picture his let-down eyes, shaking his head across the kitchen table. It's one test! One stupid test worth a third of my grade...
Out in the parking lot, as if to punctuate her suffering, Robbie intercepted her with a big smile and a pudgy hand. Like the whole world was his living room, he wore pajama bottoms and a hoodie with food stains. At least he was standing next to his limo. Cassie tried to twist out of his grip before she realized it was him, and then let him pull her into a hug. His right hand squeezed her lower-back... and then her ass.
Cassie squeaked.
"What's wrong, baby-kins?"
"Just a test. It's nothing."
"Don't cry. Not everyone is born intelligent. Why don't you quit university? There's nothing here but pathetic losers anyway."
"I can't just quit, Robbie! Some of us have to work for —"
Shut up, Cassie! Don't ruin this, too.
"My father expects me to..."
"Ha! Fathers. Stupid overdressed blowhard troglodytes. If yours is any similar to mine, it's: Wake up! Wake up! Go do this. Go do that. Nothing father's say has any real bearing on reality. You'll understand this too, in time. People can make their own path without the shouting of an old man at every waking moment. You don't have to listen to him, bunny-kins."
Robbie squeezed her plump ass with both hands and pulled her into the limo. The realization that she'd return to a pile of parking tickets was dulled by all the other things going wrong with her life. She just wanted to cry and forget it all.
When she got in, the stark change in atmosphere felt similar to diving into the pool. The black leather, noise cancellation, temperature controlled air, extra leg room, and video-game console already setup... Robbie put a hand on her inner thigh and she saw his pajama's twitch. It was like she'd entered another world.
"You don't need university, honey. You're better than them. You're gorgeous."
"Thanks, Robbie."
She actually liked that. Dabbing the tears from her eyes, Cassie listened and nodded to whatever else Robbie was saying as she drank a few sips of alcohol stocked in the mini-fridge. The limo rumbled as they drove across town. All these horrible feelings in her chest slowly died down the further they got — his cock growing stiffer.
Simply raising her hands or breathing in too deeply caused Robbie to stare. Here, Cassie felt in control. The guy literally had no game though, and even if he had the body of professional athlete she was sure he'd somehow fuck it up. Which was comforting, in a way. Robbie kissed her shoulder.
"Being dumb isn't all bad. I have many acquaintances that still enjoy life with sub standard cognitive function. We could go to Hawaii, or Paris, if you wish to get away."
"Robbie..."
The drove for a few more blocks while he played
The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
on the console. Stupid little creatures swinging clubs at his character kept knocking him off a ladder beside a magma pit. It was kinda funny.
