Synopsis : At work and at home, Cassy begins to adjust to a life controlled entirely by Jane.
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
As always, I've incorporated as many of your suggestions and unique ideas into this chapter as I could! Rest assured I read all of your comments and DMs, and I log all of your ideas for future chapters :D
Sorry for the wait for this chapter (again). I swear, some day I'll make good on my promise to speed things up >. < i'm trying!!
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 10 : A New Beginning
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"Ms. Riley, I'm sure you can see our predicament here."
I swallowed nervously.
Mr. Stanton, the head of Illuminate Media's board of directors, was seated at the head of the table. He was flanked on either side by the other suit wearing board members, all of whom were staring daggers at me as I squirmed in my seat.
"In any normal circumstances," Stanton continued, "I'd fire you myself and not think twice about it! Hell, I'd press charges! This company made you a star, and you've gone and exploited our generosity by acting like a spoiled brat! You- you-"
He paused to clear his throat, and to calm down.
"Burt," a female voice broke through the awkward silence, "Remember our discussion. These are NOT normal circumstances, and must be handled accordingly."
Burt Stanton nodded.
"Yes, Jane, I know," he answered, nodding to Jane, who was sitting at the table with the rest of the board.
I looked at Jane apprehensively, and desperately tried to keep myself from trembling.
The board had taken nearly three hours to call me in for this meeting, leaving me waiting outside in a little chair, sweating buckets as I worried and pondered what my future might bring.
When I'd finally been ushered in to the large corporate meeting room atop the highest floor of our building, I'd been relieved that the wait was over. Now that I was here, in the hot seat, seconds from meeting my fate, I wished I was back out in the waiting room...
I could feel the leering gazes and judgmental thoughts of my superiors upon me. My outfit was two sizes too small, my hair was done up with cheap, bargain brand scrunchies, and my makeup was applied too dark and too thick to come across as anything else but whorish. Wandering eyes stole glances at my ample cleavage, which practically poured out of my cheap, white, button-up top. My long, bare legs hung out of a short red skirt that prevented me from retaining any professional decency.
It was humiliating. I looked like some sort of office tart! There was no way any of them would take me serious in this outfit. I wouldn't have!
But hey, at least they didn't know the full truth, right? That would have really got their heads spinning...
Hell, I was just happy I had clothes on at all...
I'd spent last night at Jane's house. Actually -- I'd spent the night in her back yard, tucked into her old, dilapidated dog house.
After a rather poorly planned attempt to black mail Jane the day before had gone awry, she'd taken control of me once more.
This time, she'd made sure I'd truly learned my lesson : I was useless on my own, unable to function without my Mistress in control.
I needed her to own me. Without Jane's firm hand, my life would fall apart.
As much as I loathed her, a part of me knew she was right about me.
I was meant to be her bitch.
Why else would I have come back to her, clumsy and begging for her help? Why else couldn't I stare at her without feeling a twinge of arousal shoot through my body...
I squirmed in my chair, pressing my legs together as I struggled to focus on the situation at hand.
Under my tiny skirt, I was glassy smooth, and my perfectly bald cunt was shimmering and damp with wetness.
Jane had shaved me smooth this morning, as Isabella had done in the past. She'd done other things to me, too... leaving me in a sorry state before dragging me to this meeting.
Yeah. I should count my blessings that all I was being judged for was my short skirt and slutty shirt.
"Ms. Riley, as you know, Jane Scott has been instrumental in dealing with your case," Stanton continued at last, snapping me out of my daydream, "She's taken up your clients, projects and responsibilities in your absence. She's kept the ship upright, and prevented any rash decision making on my part."
I breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It pained me to hear Jane receive such praise while at the same time I was receiving such brutal critique. But I was banking on Jane's efforts now. She'd promised me she'd take care of things. She'd promised she'd BEEN taking care of things -- even after I'd so callously cut her out of my life!
Now was the moment of truth.
Could Jane really deliver what she'd promised? WOULD she, after all that I'd done -- and tried to do -- to her?
"Jane, perhaps you should take it from here," Stanton leaned back, and the board turned their attention to my former nemesis turned secret Mistress.
"Thanks Burt," Jane said, casually speaking to the head of the company as if he were an old friend, "Indeed, I'm as shocked as anyone at Ms. Riley's actions. Her misuse of company funds, her egregious book-cooking habits, and to say nothing of her clandestine personal slush fund accounts... which amounts to brazen criminal behaviour. She's been a real disappointment. A real, true disappointment."
I frowned.
If Jane was headed somewhere positive with all of this... I hoped she'd hurry the hell up!
"But of course, Cassandra Riley IS still an important company asset," Jane continued, "Her quick rise to fame has benefited us greatly. She's the face of this company for many people, no thanks in part to all of her magazine covers and interviews. She may flaunt those good looks for personal gain, but they've been a real money maker for us, too."
Gah!
That backhanded bitch!
"Yeah," Mr. Stanton said, "Like I always say, one leggy blonde in a short skirt is worth more than all the PR in the world!"
I squeezed my legs together, wishing I could cover up my revealing attire.
That chauvinistic ass hole!
"If she were to be terminated, and her deeds become public knowledge, the press would have a field day," Jane said. My spine tingled at the word 'terminated'.
"I can already see the headlines." Jane stretched out her arms dramatically, as if presenting a news billboard, ""Illuminate Media's Golden Girl goes Rogue!"
A few of the board members let out reserved laughs.
Stanton smiled as well.
"Our stock would take a dive, and we'd have rotten reporters digging into every little detail," Jane added, clearly enjoying the irritation on my face, "Who knows what ELSE they'd find. It's simply not worth the risk to fire her."
I bit my lip, nervous and unable to sit still.
This was it! Jane was coming through for me, just as she'd promised!
Despite my predicament and unending nerves, I smiled.
