Synopsis : Cassandra learns to be a Bitch at the outlet mall, as Jane's renewed training regime pushes her towards the breaking point.
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
As always, I've done my best to incorporate as many people's suggestions into this chapter!
Have received a lot of PM's, and comments, and am doing my best to craft everything into the story while pacing things out enough along the way :D
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 8 : The Breaking Point
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"You struck out, Cassy!" Jane said, snapping an angry glance my way as we pulled into the expansive parking lot of the outlet mall, "I warned you not to be a bitch, but you just didn't want to listen."
I was sulking, riding nervously in the passenger seat of Jane's car as we turned into an a parking lot.
Jane had been berating me since we'd left the office early for the day. She'd driven me to the same crummy mall we'd visited last weekend, in the poorer part of town that I usually avoided like the plague.
It seemed foreboding to be returning here. Last weekend, I'd gotten my poor nipples pierced at the mall's seedy little sex shop.
Jane was currently livid. I hadn't quite seen her like this before.
Part of me couldn't blame her. I'd debased and insulted her and Stacy in front of our immediate boss. Worse, I'd been caught red handed in an attempt to regain some power.
Still, it was more than worrisome. Jane was reasserting herself fully and completely, and I had to admit, she was doing it very effectively. Her authoritarian demeanour had a sexy undertone, reminding me just who she was.
My Mistress.
"I've been taking it easy on you all week... But the moment I leave you on your own, you act like a bitchy brat," Jane said, turning off the engine and opening her door.
"I'm sorry!" I said, sounding whiny and pathetic. Jane wasn't listening to me. She swung her long legs out of the vehicle, and hopped out. Then, she stormed around the front of the car like a hurricane.
I'd just barely unfastened my own seat belt when she flung open my door.
"Get out," She ordered, "NOW."
There were more people at the mall than there had been last time we were here. Jane was still in her work clothes -- a sexy, professional blazer that gave her ample domineering sex appeal. I felt uneasy climbing out of the vehicle dressed as I was in my short skirt and a tight, semi-sheer top that barely contained my heavy, obviously pierced tits.
But Jane's snappy tone compelled me into action, and I moved swiftly.
"Turn around," she stated, "Bend over -- skirt up."
My face went white.
"Right here?!" I gasped, "There are people around! Someone could see!"
Jane frowned at my response. Without warning, she reached up, and grabbed me by the ear.
"Eeyow!" I squealed, as she tugged my poor earlobe sharply downwards.
I buckled over as she yanked me down. I'd been unprepared for the sudden attack, and moved more out of surprise than pain.
"Aah- ow!" I squirmed, bent double in front of Jane next to her car, "Jane -- stop!"
I could feel my skirt rising up as I was pulled down into a bent-over position. The tiny skirt was short enough that even the slightest bend would have raised it up and expose my naked ass and cunt -- but I was tipped far enough down that my head was lower than my hips. My skirt wouldn't be hiding a thing ; any one who walked by would get a full view of my bare, porcelain smooth holes.
Plus, my heavy breasts were jiggling around as I struggled - threatening to tear apart the tiny buttons that held together my nonsensical top.
"Quiet, Bitch!" Jane said, in her most commanding voice, "I told you to get that ass up -- so spread your legs and expose that slutty little hole of yours for me to see!"
She gave me another sharp tug on the ear. I could feel the cool, outdoor air on my exposed pussy, but the sharp twisting of my ear kept my focused squarely on Jane.
"Ah! Fuck!" I grimaced, surrendering as always to my co-worker, "Okay -- Okay!"
I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. Jane's rapid-fire words, combined with her icy demeanour had thoroughly brought me to heel.
I hadn't been prepared for this sort of blitz. I kicked my legs apart and thrust my ass up, as ordered, desperate to get a little reprieve.
What the fuck was all this?! Jane was fired up more than I'd expected. She was clearly disappointed in my earlier performance today, and I couldn't help but feel a shred of guilt mixed in with my nervous terror.
Jane released me, leaving me bent over in front of her with my ass hole pointed up in the air. My head was at Jane's knee level, but she crouched down in front of me, bringing us eye to eye -- to glare at me.
"You were a real bitch to Stacy, blaming her for your own incompetence!" She scolded me.
"But it was Isabella's fault!" I squealed, "She came by to see you, and forced me to do things with her in the bath room! She's out of control! She made me treat her like she was a client! I had to lick her-" and Jane reached up and took my ear again.
"Eeiiii!" I squealed yet again, snapping my mouth shut once more.
Shit -- I really ought to have expected this! Why was I so bad at learning these sorts of lessons?!
"I have a draft email ready to send," Jane changed the topic, twisting my earlobe, and forcing a pitiful yelp out of me, "The email contains all of the evidence of your illicit activities at the company, and is addressed to the board of directors of Illuminate Media. Fraud, bribery, and embezzlement -- not to mention fucking yourself silly during office hours."
My eyes went wide. Jane wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know... but the reminder was a palpable gut-punch.
"If you want to try to act like a spoiled princess, I can send that email now, and be done with you." Jane said, "Or you can admit you're a bitch, and prove you deserve to be treated as such."
I let out a mewling whimper of a protest.
"Well, Cassandra? It's your choice -- as it always has been! Do you want to keep acting like a Spoiled Princess, or do you want to admit you're a Bitch?"
She tugged my ear for effect.
"I'm a... a bitch..." I whispered, knowing I'd been beaten. There was simply no way I could let Jane send that email, and bent double in the parking lot with my unguarded ass hole exposed for any passerby to see -- I hardly felt like the term 'Bitch' was unworthy of me at the moment.
Jane twisted my ear.
"Aaah-" I winced-
"Louder!" She ordered-
"I'm a BITCH!" I yelped, "I'm a bitch! I'm YOUR bitch! I'm sorry I acted like a spoiled princess - please treat me like a bitch!"