That Time I Got My Face Sat On

[Full Title: That Time I Got Sat On And My Face Rode By My Boss]

[Features: Facesitting, tied up, molestation, femdom, slow burn, light sexual content.]

The mall. I fucking hated the mall. It was full of loud people and people who were just a bit too well off, a bit too naive, for me to ever really like. It's not easy to tell if someone was poor. Not really. It's not like it physically affects you or anything. No, that comes out in certain actions. But it's really, really easy to see if someone was never poor. Never had to worry about a paycheck or about their next meal. I'm probably just projecting but still, that's all I can think about every day, seeing hundreds of people come in here, dither about, and then spend $500 on a shitty ring.

Part of it's my own fault, I'll admit. Working in a jewelry store, you get the rich and the naively rich. The people who earned it and didn't earn it. It's the latter I take an issue with. The teens handed all of their money by mommy and daddy, the people who lucked into it and are blowing it all on useless junk, the people that think a $1000 necklace is absolutely necessary instead of doing literally anything else with it.

And none are worse than my fucking boss.

I only have the one. And she owns the store. She's just so-

"Terrance! How's it going today?"

"Fine Madeline."

"Great! If you need anything, don't forget to ask! I'll be in the back but don't hesitate to ask for me!"

She's just so bubbly. The most iconic of the naive rich I'd ever seen. Happy, smiling, oblivious. It'd take one bad day to ruin her stock, she doesn't even have a bouncer or that much protection in her store. Sure, it's a jewelry store in a mall, but seriously, she could at least think a little. A complete airhead.

It's not like I hate her. At most I just find her extremely annoying. At least she doesn't actually wear most of her own jewelry. I think I would hate her if she was blatant about it like some of her fucking customers. Why are you wearing a suit at a god damn mall? Fucking rich bastards,

"Terrance!"

"Yeah?"

"Just checking in! Has everything been going alright?"

"No problems."

"Awesome! Do you want to go ahead and take an extended lunch? On the clock of course."

And she fucking winks at me. It's a, sigh, inside joke we have. She always gives me an extra 30 minutes for lunch, paid. I appreciate it, I do, but it's just so, aggravating. I always get the feeling she could pay me to do nothing but sleep at home for eight hours and it wouldn't make a dent in her funds. That extra 30 minutes truly means nothing to her, except now she has to actually work out front for an extra half an hour. And it's not like that's hard.

It's been like this for months, ever since I got this job. I've considered quitting more times than I can count, the aggravation always a burden. I fucking hated my job. But it paid. God it paid well. If I do this long enough, maybe I'll be able to actually afford shit without worrying about the price tag like the rest of these assholes.

But it's just taking too long. The false smiles, the condescending smirks, how they look down on you, the absolute lack of brains while spending more money than I have made in years, it burns me. Like a bad case of indigestion. If I have to suffer one more bubbly comment of how I'm "Doing such a good job!" or "Feel free to take a break if you need to!" Or something like that, I'll go fucking insane. So, I've made my decision.

I'm going to rob this place.

It'll be fine, the store itself doesn't exactly need most of this junk and it's not like I'll be stealing everything. That would be more trouble than it's worth. The boss might actually frown for a second but that's really the worst of it. I'll sneak in while the mall is closed and into the shop. She just gave me the codes for the doors so I could lock up. The plan isn't even hard. The mall security isn't exactly dedicated to their jobs and it's a big mall. I'll close up, sneak into a bathroom stall, wait a few hours, make sure to conceal my face, walk out, go into the store and steal some of the jewelry. Afterwards, I'll walk right back into a bathroom stall, and just stay there till morning and people start showing up. I even have a change of clothes hidden in the bathroom for the cameras. It's foolproof.

"You're back! Did you have a good lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Great! I'll head into the back now! Feel free to come get me if anything comes up."

Ugh. What does she even do in the back all day? Sleep? She's got a full couch in her office, I wouldn't put it past her. Or maybe she's playing games on her computer. It can't take the nine or so hours we're here to do jewelry related stuff. Whatever. It's weird, I need to cheer up. I've been so annoyed at work for so long, that I'm not even looking forward to tonight. After tonight I'll have, what, $10,000? Maybe $20,000? In jewelry, sure, but it can't be that hard to fence it, even if it'll take a while. With that kinda money, I could do damn near anything. God, maybe I'll even start working towards owning a house.

With that thought on my mind, I actually manage to smile throughout the rest of my day. Of course, it's not long before even that is ruined.

"Terrance! You seem to be in a good mood. Did something special happen?"

"No, not really."

"Aww, don't be like that! You can tell me. Did you get a new dog? Oh, is it a girlfriend or boyfriend?"

Since when was Madeline a gossip? Sigh. Can't even smile without that joy being taken away from me. No, no it's my own fault. I shouldn't have shown any sign of happiness. Just been a fly on the wall like normal. Of course, anyone would be curious if some guy suddenly started smiling. Especially while working of all things. Shit, she might get suspicious at this rate.

"Just have some evening plans. Going to a nice restaurant."

"Really? That sounds wonderful! What restaurant? I know some really good ones like..."

Oh boy, that was a mistake. I had to suffer over an hour of Madeline doing nothing but talking about fancy restaurants I'd never even heard of. I'm pretty sure a few were absolutely fake. Who had ever heard of a restaurant called "Blood and sand"? There's no way right?

But finally, finally, it was time. After hiding out in a stall and changing clothes, putting on a classic ski mask, and heading back to the store, it was finally time to take my chance and join these rich assholes.

I entered the store with a duffel bag. I knew the cameras were going to be looking for people who entered and left with a duffel bag but this wasn't an on the spot decision. I had a friend bring it in a few days ago along with a change of clothes. And I'd be leaving the mall in the morning with the jewelry in my actual bag. I debated for a second of whether to smash the glass or not. It'd be loud, but the mall was big and the security guards weren't close. I was reasonably sure I could shout and they wouldn't even hear me, since they were usually outside anyway.

Still, there could be an alarm, or even a silent alarm, although I'd be surprised given Madeline's oblivious nature. Better to just unlock the cases and take things that way. I'll probably become a suspect but they'll probably eventually just think that the locks were picked.

I opened up the cases and started pouring in the Jewelry. I wasn't overly loud but the sounds of rings and necklaces falling on top of each other made a surprising amount of noise. I even found myself wincing a little, hoping I hadn't scratched anything. That would lower the resale value for sure.

Things were going really well. Better than I ever could have expected. It's not like I'm a master thief, I kept expecting things to go wrong. But so far, it had been so, easy. I can see why people do this. If you got good at this sort of thing and focused on the stupid, you'd probably be rich pretty fast. That thought gave me pause. How many thieves had just... stolen a few times and then stopped? Just retired with their money? It didn't have to be a whole life, it could just be a few times and then, that's it. I shook my head. I didn't exactly like being a thief but, three or four times and then retirement? No, it'd probably be a little more. The more you do it, the more likely you are to get caught but in this day and age, with inflation? Retirement would probably take over two dozen big thefts. That's way too many. Better to just do it the once to get a leg up.

I heard a sound to my left and quickly looked over. There was nothing there. Just the door to my boss's office. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. W-was there someone in there? No way right? It was, hours and hours after closing. T-there can't be. It was probably just her computer or something... right?

I didn't know and I must have stood still for a good five minutes, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but nothing happened. No noise, nothing. Part of me wanted to go check the room but it required a key. Unless Madeline hadn't locked it? I debated, before swallowing and hurrying up with the Jewelry. Now it was in the back of my mind, that I might get caught. I had googled it. How much trouble I could get in. It was five years. Five. Years. In prison. That's just a number for a lot of people but imagine spending twenty to twenty-five in prison. That's such a long time. I don't even remember five years ago very well. Going from twenty-five to thirty? Not to mention all the effects on the rest of your life? It might as well be a death sentence in many ways. Good luck getting a job. Good luck ever getting rich when you can't work anything high paying. Good luck with trying to get use to normal society again after spending five years around people that might kill you for looking at them wrong, or worse.

No, no way. I can't go to prison. I'd rather die.

I heard that noise again and my head shot to the door and I froze, not believing my own eyes. Fear had consumed me.

Gun. There was a gun. Someone was pointing a gun at me. Gun, gun, gun.

"Don't move."

It was Madeline. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't bubbly, she wasn't happy. She looked dead ready to blast my brains into a million pieces.

I've changed my mind. Prison is fine. I'd rather not die.

I didn't move, a single muscle. My brain wasn't even working right. There was a primal animalistic fear that had rose up and taken control. It was saying the reality of the situation.

"If you move, you die. If you move, you die. Don't. Move. Whatever you do, do not move. Don't even breathe. Barely blink. Don't do a single goddamn thing or you are going to die. She is going to end you. She is going to kill you. You are going to die. Don't move a single thing."

She was pointing at my head. She had her finger on the trigger. Not the front bit people always say to put your finger on. The trigger. I am going to die.

"Put. The bag. Down."

I slowly moved to put it down, mentally forcing myself to not shake or make any sudden jerky movements. A cold sweat had broken out across my whole body and I was desperately trying not to hyperventilate. I eventually managed to put the bag down and slowly rise back up. I think I'm going to have a heart attack. An actual heart attack. She seemed more on edge during that slight bit of movement than at any other time. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I had eaten a lot of burritos and god, I wish that brought me any amount of joy right now.

"Put your hands up."

I did, slowly.

For a second, tension seemed to turn into a kind of, moment. A pause in time. My hands were up, the bag was down, I had surrendered. Her gun was still pointed at my head, fully ready to kill me. It was only a few seconds, but those seconds would live with me forever. The lull before a storm. Possibly before the end of my life. Etching away, those precious few grains.

Finally, finally, the moment was over and I still drew breath.

The tension was not less but now it wasn't stuck and clogged. Madeline seemed, god, how could this be bubbly Madeline? Was she secretly a killer this whole time? She had a gun on her, in her office, this whole time? It's legal, sure, plenty of concealed carry but, well, I never knew. I'd never even thought she was capable of handling guns. My worldview was being updated in real-time. And still, that thought was a distraction while I waited.

"Turn around. Slowly."

I did so. I was, the fear was still there. Adrenaline was coursing through me. My entire body was soaked and my heart was loud in my ears. But it was only the specter of death. Not the surety of it from before. I might live and that was more than I thought I had only a moment ago.

"Put your hands behind your back. Don't move."

I did.

It was tense, just waiting. I assumed she was calling the cops or texting them or something. I had no idea. All I knew was minutes must have passed with me in that state and I felt like I was going to pass out. Eventually, Madeline's voice reached me again.

"I'm going to touch you. Don't move."

That was, what?

Before my thoughts could go further, I froze up even more than I thought humanly possible through what felt like this long drawn out psyche-breaking situation.

Madeline was, handcuffing me? No. Tying my hands and arms up. With tape it seemed. It was definitely effective, especially as she just kept going. Part of me was regretting wearing short sleeves and that thought was like a boon of water in a desert. That I could have stupid thoughts again was so amazing I felt like crying. It meant that I didn't feel like this was my end anymore. She was tying me up, she was going to hand me to the police, and I was going to die. Amazing.

Eventually, she was done and I waited. She was in control of this situation and I wasn't going to start doing things without being told to do them. I liked being alive, after all. Doing anything surprising was a good way to die.

"Turn around."

I did and was incredibly surprised. Madeline was closer and the gun was on the table behind her. I guess it made some sort of sense, I was much less of a threat now, but still, I was shocked that the instrument of my doom was just laying there, unused on a glass case.

I finally really looked at Madeline and she was just as tense as me and with a death stalker face. She looked like she was ready for war. No, more like she was more serious than she ever had been or I had believed possible. There was no nonsense on her face at all, not even the hint of a happy emotion and it was jarring given her regular appearance and way of being.

She reached up to my head, slowly, and grabbed my ski mask. And then she pulled.

It came off and she looked at me. Her face was, I will never forget it.

It was complete and utter shock. She had no idea it was me till this exact moment. Her mouth hung open from the muscles unconsciously flexing, her eyes were practically shaking, her mind seemed to have been dashed into the ground. As the information seemed to settle into her, it seemed to physically change her. She went white, her mouth opened even wider and the maximum amount of confusion a person could probably show appeared on her face.

"Terrance?"

Her voice reminded me of the time I had questioned the giant pink caterpillar in a fever dream I was having.

"Yeah."

She didn't say anything, didn't do anything. Just stood there trying to think and failing. Her mind not able to believe what was happening. That was fair. I could scarcely believe I was nearly gunned down in a mall either.

Eventually, it all just seemed to click and I physically winced as she looked at me with pure and utter betrayal. It was, surprising how much hurt a human's face could show.

"W-why?"

Her voice caught and nearly broke. Maybe I would have ranted that she was overreacting or I should be the one saying that or maybe I should have or would have said a million other things. But this whole event had condensed me down to my base self and I answered simply.

"Because I'm poor."

She just seemed to take that in and we both stared into space in silence, not really seeing each other. I have to give it to Madeline, she adjusts far better and faster than me. It was almost creepy, the way everything just eventually became coherent for her, almost like you could see the clicking together of a machine finally being complete or a puzzle. Like a real-life version of a light bulb going off above someone's head. I appreciated it in a way, admired it in another. But it was still utterly creepy the way it seemed to happen. I suppose that was mostly just the difference in ability because I was still reeling and things most certainly had not just 'snapped together' for me into coherency quite yet.

That all is to say, she looked at me and frowned.

"I pay you well, what do you mean you're poor?"

"I'm always poor. I've always been poor. You do pay me well but, it just wasn't enough."

She outright glared at me.

"Define what it means to be poor for me, right now."

"Uhh"

That caught me off guard.

"Barely being able to afford to eat and pay bills, I guess. Not having any extra money for anything?"

"And can you do that? Can you eat, pay bills, and afford extra stuff with what I pay you?"

I gulped. This had strangely turned into me feeling like I was getting lectured by a teacher.

"I mean... yeah but, it wasn't always that way."

"So you used to be poor. Are you poor, right now?"

I felt a bit of, anger returning to me. I scowled at her.

"I'm not rich like you. I can't afford to buy fancy Jewelry or a house or anything like that."

"Luxuries Terrance. Those are Luxuries. Are you telling me, that because you used to be poor, and currently can't afford expensive Luxuries, you decided to rob me so you could?"

I turned away.

She was having none of that.

"Look at me, Terrance."

I did and now her glare had turned into a piercing stare.

"You work at a Jewelry store in a mall. You don't have a college education, you have no skills you've worked on or honed over the years on your resume, you're not very sociable and generally grumpy, why do you expect life to hand you things?"

I had to resist headbutting her after that.

"Like you? You were just handed everything!"

"Is that what you think? I have a degree in business. That was four years of my life. I sold self-crafted jewelry online that entire time, self-learning how to make it, how to sell it, how to do everything, before finally taking out a loan for this shop. I worked hard and smart to get where I am."

I swallowed. I-I hadn't known any of that.

"And even if I was just born lucky, so what? If someone's born better off, that's life. Life isn't fair. You were born in a well-off country instead of somewhere where people can't even get water and die to warlords. That's also not fair. Hell, do I really need to say it Terrance? Look at me."

I did.

"What?"

She gave me a deadpan look.

"I'm black, Terrance."

I turned away and coughed, feeling red creep up my cheeks. Okay, maybe, maybe I had been assuming a lot.

Madeline sighed and it sounded like she was releasing everything at once in that one massive sigh.

"So, Great! Try not to be so envious that you do something so stupid and ruin your life. Alright?"

"O-okay."

This really was like a lecture by a teacher. Well, she wasn't wrong. And on the bright side, it seemed like she was going to let me go.

"So, can you untie me?"

Madeline looked at me. She just, stared. It was unnerving. Then she looked at the glass case, where the Jewelry was missing. Then she looked back at me.

"No."

I swallowed hard.

"Um, so, what now?"

She really looked at me and a smile started to come over her face.

"You were going to steal a lot of money. If I called the cops, you'd probably go to prison."

My mouth felt really, really dry.