Synopsis : Cassy returns to the office, hoping to reassert herself and regain some control of her situation. Her day is immediately derailed by Jane.
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
Once more, I've done my best to incorporate as many people's suggestions into this chapter, and will continue to do so in future chapters!
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 5 : Return to the Office
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To say I was in a foul mood was an understatement.
I was livid.
I'd left my house in a furious mood, but when I'd pulled up to my reserved parking spot in front of the office only to find Jane's piece-of-shit jeep parked in it, it set me over the edge.
I'd recognized her vehicle immediately. It had been the same one she'd driven me home in last night... after our adventure at that infernal outlet mall.
As I angrily drove past it, relegated to taking one of the far-off parking spots at the end of the lot, memories of the last few days flooded back into me.
Fuck! What had happened over the weekend?!
I'd gone from living my luxurious life... to crawling around in my back yard under the blackmailing influence of my co-worker in the snap of a finger!
She'd even had me pierced as a reminder of her control over me!
My freshly pierced nipples were still sore, brushing up against the overly tight fabric of my shirt with every step I took through the expansive parking lot. By the time I'd actually made it to the door of the tall building, and into the elevator, it was all I could not to tear open my blouse and give my poor chest some needed relief.
Of course, I didn't dare.
I was on a mission.
Jane's reign was at an end. I had to put a stop to all of this.
The elevator dinged, and I got off at my floor.
Breathing in deep, I marched out and down the hallway towards the reception desk.
The receptionist, a blonde, timid girl named Stacy, was already at her post. As always, she stood as I approached.
"Good morning, Ms. Riley," she smiled at me, "You're looking lovely tod-"
"Stacy," I cut the receptionist off with a glare, "I'm not in the mood for ass kissing today."
Stacy's chipper face immediately sunk into a hollow, ghastly expression.
Good.
It was nice to remind someone who I am.
I am Cassandra Riley, I repeated in my head. I am in charge here.
"Stacy, fix your collar," I drove in my condescending tone with a disapproving glance at the woman, "You're the first person people see when they step off the elevator, and we don't want them to think they've walked into a barn."
Stacy's face was white, and she practically trembled as she reached up to fix her shirt collar.
In truth, her outfit was more or less fine. She was wearing a professional looking skirt, topped with a basic white button up blouse. It was cheap, but that could be expected with what I knew the receptionist was paid.
Still -- it never hurt to keep her in her place.
"Ma'am," Stacy piped up as I marched past her, headed towards my office, "I -- um -- Ms. Scott asked for you. She left a note for me to ask you to go see her soon as you arrived."
I stopped walking, feeling my breath catch in my throat.
"Jane needs to speak to me?" I asked Stacy, feigning annoyance in an attempt to keep the worry out of my voice, "What for?"
"I'm... um... I'm not sure, ma'am..." Stacy fumbled her words, clearly still nervous now that she'd had a taste of my terrible mood, "She just asked to see you and I-"
"OK, Stacy, enough," I said, rolling my eyes, "Just get back to work. I'll go find out for myself."
Fuck.
All morning, I'd been anticipating and dreading this moment.
I'd hoped I'd be able to at least make it to my office before speaking with Jane. At the least, it would have been nice to confront her on my own turf, sort of speak.
Whatever.
If Jane thought it was her place to summon me to HER office, so be it. It would be the last time she'd entertain such a notion.
I stormed through the halls of our floor, steeling myself for an inevitable confrontation. A few coworkers made passive attempts to engage me in conversation as I rushed past them, but I was in no mood to entertain their petty ass kissing and attempts to curry favour today.
I made it to Jane's door, and entered without knocking.
"Well, well... if it isn't Sassy Cassy..." Jane greeted me immediately.
My coworker-turned-blackmailer was sitting at her desk, but unlike Stacy, she didn't stand to greet me.
Instead, she looked calm, collected, and completely unperturbed by my obvious attitude.
She was dressed in her regular work attire, looking far more professional than she had over the weekend. Her dark hair was straight and proper, and her blouse -- though more revealing than my own, was decently modest.
"Jane." I said, greeting her by her proper name.
"Hm," Jane smirked, "I see we've forgotten our manners today. Whatever happened to 'ma'am'?"
I glared at her, and shut the door behind me.
"Jane-" I repeated her name, feeling a nervous twinge inside of me as I spoke it, "This is over."
I marched up to her desk with confidence.
"I'm done jumping through your hoops," I said sternly, "Your little game is at an end. I'll have no part in your sordid world any longer."
Jane continued to smile, and leaned back in her chair casually.
"Oh, is that so?" she asked me, "Funny, you didn't seem so eager to put an end to things yesterday when you were begging me to fuck your tight little cunt in a sex shop."
My face went red, both from anger and humiliation.
"I -- you -- you know I had no choice-" I blustered, knowing my words were weightless as I spoke them.
I'd indeed ridden Jane like a whore yesterday. She'd fucked me repeatedly in the outlet mall, and I'd eagerly begged for more along the way.
"That is over," I repeated, trying to keep my confidence, "You've had your fun, and got whatever revenge you think you're owed. But we're back at work now, and I've got a career to manage."
"Oh, Cassy," Jane said, still slumped in her office chair without the slightest look of worry, "I figured you might say something like that. Of course, I've already spoken to Isabella about your poor attitude this morning."
I smiled smugly.
This morning, my former gardener-turned-Jane's-henchwoman, Isabella, had shown up for her morning routine. She'd been set to shave, shower and dress me for work.
