Princess Boss Ch. 10

Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation/lezdom fetish story. All characters are at least 18 years or older. If you're new to this story, it's about a hardworking woman and her co-workers being mistreated by their young boss, who was only given the job because her daddy is the CEO. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10

With tears in my eyes, as well as bruises on my bottom, I struggled to contain myself as I drove home, sitting on my freshly spanked tushy. The pain and humiliation were bad enough, but the images of Trish choosing to punish Sally over me were what I really couldn't get over.

Over and over, I would try to replace those images with memories of the good times. I tried to picture how much I enjoyed sucking on Trish's nipples earlier that day, even if it meant sharing them with Mary. Still, no matter how much I wanted to move past this horrible day, I knew there was nothing I could do to escape the reality that I was probably now in third place.

That's right... it wasn't just Sally who had pulled one over on me. Mary made herself look obedient as well by following Trish's instructions and giving me a spanking for her!

Mary didn't have precious little hands like Trish. Oh, no! She must have been born in the Amazon or something, the way she pounded my ass!

When I got home, I didn't have the energy to do anything besides sulk in my own self-pity. I took my clothes back off and checked myself in the mirror, just so I could see how much damage Mary did to my behind.

Much to my disgust, she had pushed my ass beyond the shades of red and drifted into the purples. I rubbed my tender cheeks as I whimpered to myself, "I hate Mary! Why does she have to be so strong?!"

More and more, the images of that day popped into my head. There was a frown on my face, like I was the saddest girl in the world. It was like someone had stolen the toy from my Happy Meal, except I was an adult, and it was Trish's attention that I had been deprived of.

I hate those bitches! I told myself while continuing my temper tantrum. I realized how pathetic I looked in the mirror as I watched my tits bouncing from stomping my feet on the ground.

Red in the face, I growled to myself, "I must have looked so stupid!" The tears continued to stream down my cheeks, and my voice cracked as I whimpered, "I feel like I got cucked!"

Eventually, I could no longer stand the embarrassment of seeing myself in the mirror. Instead, I took a quick shot of whatever alcohol I could find in my kitchen before going to my bedroom and tossing myself onto my king-size mattress.

From there, I cried with my face in the pillow until I was all out of tears. I then asked myself, What could possibly pull me out of the lowest moment of my life?

Unfortunately, I knew the only thing that could bring me joy was the same thing that had brought me so much sorrow. That thing was a person, and that person was Trish.

Yes, I hated those two other bitches, but it was our boss who had such a heavy pull on my emotions. The only thing that would make me feel better was being on her good side again, and unfortunately for me, it was the weekend, so I wasn't going to see her for days!

As I lay there in bed, too nervous to roll onto my sore behind, I asked myself, How would Trish take care of me if she wanted to make me feel better? Rubbing my ass, I let out a whimper as I thought, It sure would be nice if she was rubbing my butt, instead of me...

The more I comforted myself, the easier it became for me to pretend it was her. My eyes were closed, and I could almost imagine her there with me.

The alcohol was working, and a slight smile appeared on my face. I then started to blush as I pictured Trish massaging my tushy with her soft hand while whispering, You're such a good girl.

Before I knew it, I began pouting like a spoiled girl, pretending as if Trish was actually there. "That's right; I'm your good girl!" I whined, rubbing my poor bottom even harder. "Those bitches are bad girls! I'm your only good girl!"

Eventually, I started to immerse myself in this imaginary self-comfort. I began talking like Trish, saying the things I wish she could have been saying to me in that moment.

"You're right, Hairy," I told myself, mimicking my boss's carefree voice as I self-soothed. "You're like... my only good girl. And even though you're a good girl, you're like... the only one who should be spanked by me because you're the only one that deserves my attention."

I even started answering myself as I played both roles in this fake conversation. "Oh, thank you, Miss Trish! That's all I've ever wanted; attention from you!"

Without even realizing it, my hands began to trickle towards my front, and I combed through my pubes with my fingers, just as she had done to me so many times. "You're my perfect little girl, Hairy. You're definitely going to get promoted to my pet. And I love your bush!"

The more I complimented myself in her voice, the more I desired affection from her. My body's squirmed as I lay naked in my bed, combing my pubes with one hand while rummaging my body with the other.

I started thinking about the way her fingers would creep up my inner thighs and brush past my pussy as she pushed her hand through. I moaned a little as I copied her movements with my own hand. Then, just as I had secretly wished in the past, I pretended it was Trish's hand as I stopped and spent a little more time with the wet lips of my cunt.

"Miss Trish, what are you doing to me?!" I moaned out, wishing it were her violating me instead of myself. My fingers were sliding up and down, gliding through my own juices. I then moved to the top of my pussy where I allowed the tip of my finger to rest gently on my clitoris and massaged it in a circular motion.

"You've been such a good girl, you like... deserve this," I whispered in my boss's voice before letting out a loud gasp.

In truth, it had been so long since I had truly been touched. Even though she wasn't really there, it was only her attention that would satisfy my craving, and I would rather masturbate, pretending it was her, than allow any other human in the world to put their undeserving hands on me.

My legs squirmed around as I felt the pleasure of fulfilling one of my biggest fantasies. It wasn't just that I wanted my beautiful boss to touch me; I wanted her to be pleased with me! Most importantly, I needed to be her favorite!

That's what I kept telling myself as I continued the circular pattern with my fingertips. "You're like such a good girl, Hairy..." I kept saying, not even once thinking to call myself Rebecca. "This is your reward for being my best girl!"

Suddenly, as I lay there with my eyes closed, I lost myself in the fantasy of being with her. Feeling I was actually with her, I cried out, "Oh, Miss Trish! You're making me feel so good!"

My toes curled and I could picture my boss staring at me with a smile on her face. "You deserve it, Hairy... You're going to be my pet forever."

That thought was enough to force a loud moan out of me. "Oh, Miss Trish! There's nothing else in the world I want more!" I cried out as the pleasure took over my body, leaving me stiff.

With nothing holding me back, I continued to masturbate to my fantasy while allowing all my wildest dreams to come true. The last words I imagined before I erupted in a rage of fury were from her voice, saying, Miss Trish only loves you, Hairy. I don't know why those words came to mind, but I immediately responded with a mind-numbing orgasm, leaving me shaking from head to toe.

For several minutes, I just rested there with my eyes open, panting heavily as reality settled in. Unfortunately, no matter what I admitted to myself in my own fantasy, none of it was true. I was still in third place, and for all I knew, Trish would never like me as much as she liked Mary and Sally ever again...

I didn't know what this meant as far as my devotion to her. Perhaps I was attracted to her in some sort of way. All I knew was that I wanted her to be in my life, and I absolutely needed to be her favorite.

For some reason, I removed my wet fingers from my crotch and placed them in my mouth, tasting my own juices. It was something I had never done before, but as I rested there, whimpering in desperation for my boss again, I whispered out, "Thank you for giving me an orgasm, Miss Trish..."

***

It was quite the unusual weekend for me. After what happened with Trish and my two co-workers, I still found myself a bit inconsolable now that I was in third place. Even worse was the response I had to my downfall with Trish on Friday night... when I masturbated in my bed to the thought of her...

Yes, Trish and I didn't have the conventional relationship a woman and her female boss normally did. Although punishments were quite common in the workplace, spankings weren't normally the way they were conducted. And when we get into all the other things she would do to me, like giving me kisses, playing with my pubes, and rubbing my ass hole... I guess you could say our relationship teetered the line of being work appropriate.

Despite all that, I still found my response on Friday night to be unexplainable. I'll admit that I had grown fond of Trish doing those things to me. At first, I saw it as a sign that I was in the lead for the promotion. However, I somehow got to the point where I was acting like a child if I wasn't receiving them, and now I was masturbating to the idea of Trish happily doing them to me!

In the past, I spent my weekends catching up on the errands I didn't get to throughout my busy work week. Nowadays, I was more likely to be scheming up a strategy to gain an edge on my competition. However, neither of those seemed to be the case on this particular weekend. How could they, when I was at the lowest point of my life, no longer being in the graces of my precious Trish?

I didn't want to spend all weekend sulking in my own self-deprecation. More importantly, I didn't want to end up masturbating to Trish again... an act that I still had difficulty explaining to myself... So instead, I actually took up one of my sister's offers to go out for a drink, on the premise that it wouldn't be some kind of double-date.

That's what Rachel always wanted to do. All she ever cared about was guys, and how much attention she got from them. That never really interested me in the past, and with the recent events that had taken place in my life, men were even further from my mind than ever before.

We met up at a bar on Sunday night. She wasn't quite the career woman that I was, so this was normal for her. I, on the other hand, only allowed myself to enjoy the night because there was so much already on my mind. Unfortunately, Rachel wasn't the best person to talk to about this issue, nor was she someone who even understood me... before this whole Trish thing started.

As usual, her priorities were exactly where I expected them to be. Instead of focusing on her conversation with me, she kept looking around at all the guys, saying things like, "Look how hot he is!" and, "I banged a guy that looks just like him once!"

Rolling my eyes, I just sipped on my drink as I continued to let her have her say. Her bragging over such immature desires never bothered me before. I'd usually counter by talking about how successful my career was compared to hers, and how my happiness didn't depend on the sexual interest of another person...

Unlike most occasions, however, this did not seem to be the case on this night... especially after I had masturbated to another woman... And the more I thought about my relationship with Trish, the more I started to think, Maybe I do have something to brag about in my personal life...

Just as she always did, Rachel tried to put me down by mocking me, saying, "I guess you just don't understand because you're so focused on your career."

Unfortunately for her, instead of agreeing like normal, a smirk came over my face as I took my lips from my straw and arrogantly responded, "If only you knew what was going on between me and my boss..."

Rachel ended up giving me the exact reaction I wanted. Her entire body froze as her eyes grew big and slowly drew themselves towards me. Gazing at me as she felt an aura she never expected from her little sister, she asked, "What do you mean...?"

"Well... you're always bringing up how I don't have time to be promiscuous because I'm always at work... What if I'm actually being promiscuous at work?"

Her eyes only grew bigger as she slapped both hands on the table and leaned in towards me. "Rebecca! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I took another sip of my drink as I looked away from my sister, feeling the excitement of finally outdoing her at her own game. With my confidence at an all-time high, and a stomach filled with alcohol, I teased, "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not..."

"Rebecca! I need answers!"

Shrugging my shoulders, I laughed pretentiously before responding, "It's no big deal... but maybe my boss and I have done a little... fooling around..."

"Fooling around?! What do you mean by that?! You just mean something innocent, don't you?!"

"Yeah, innocent..." I started, giggling to myself as my cheeks went a red. "If you consider BDSM and threesomes innocent... then I guess you can describe it like that..."

"BDSM?!" Rachel shouted as her jaw almost hit the table. "And threesomes?! Who are you?!"

"I'm your innocent, boring, hardworking sister, remember?" I said with a wink.

"Rebecca! I didn't know you had it in you..."

"I didn't know I had it in me either," I said, picturing Trish's cute face as my legs squirmed together from the moisture in my panties. "I suppose my boss just sort of... brings it out of me."

"Your boss, huh?!" Rachel responded, laughing in disbelief. Then, after gathering herself, she looked into my eyes, appearing as if she had developed a deep respect for me for the first time, and asked, "So what's he like? Is he an older guy, a younger guy... big guy? Tell me everything about him!"

Immediately, I began stumbling over my words as I came face to face with the fact that I was describing a woman. In my mind, I was the furthest thing from a lesbian, despite me masturbating to Trish the previous day. And if I were a lesbian, this definitely wouldn't have been the time to admit it, especially with my sister.

As Rachel's face grew confused, I navigated my way through a shaky response, using only adjectives and definitely no pronouns. "Uh... my boss? Actually... pretty young... Not too big... Yeah, small..."

"Oh, young and small?! Wow... I didn't know that was your type..."

"Trust me... I'm as surprised as anyone..."

"And what about your co-workers?"

I raised my eyebrows in confusion as she snapped me out of my panicked state. "My co-workers? What about them?"

"Are they the ones participating in the threesomes?!"

An image of Mary and Sally popped into my head, and for once, I was squirming from the thought of them instead of being filled with competitive jealousy. "Yeah... it was my co-workers... who joined in..."

Once again, Rachel's face lit up like a shooting star. "And what are those guys like?! Are they young and small like your boss?"

"Um... maybe..."

"What do you mean, maybe? You don't know your own co-workers even though you've had threesomes with them and your boss?"

"Uh... yeah... It's just... well, they're closer to my age... and one's pretty tall and strong... while the other is short... and I guess... cute..."

"Wow, that's incredible! I mean, I always thought you would like bigger guys. Short men have never been my favorite. I guess I'd be okay with them, as long as their dicks weren't too small, but I guess it doesn't matter since they're probably giving you DP."

I looked at her with confused eyes? "DP...? Doctor Pepper?"

"No... Double penetration."

"Oh... I forgot about that... acronym... Yep... that's what we've been doing... DP..."

It was almost impossible for me to keep a smile on my face while navigating through the series of innocent fibs with my sister. However, Rachel was so excited to have this erotic conversation that she couldn't even tell I was struggling to come up with fake answers about my erotic experiences.

"So how big are their dicks?" she asked, forcing me to gasp.

I should have just said "average," but I actually thought about the times I had seen my co-workers naked for some reason. Mary's pussy was bald, while Sally's had some stubble, hence their nicknames. I hadn't seen Trish's... yet... but I could only imagine she had a perfect and pristine Brazilian wax on her precious little crotch.

With all that in mind, there was no way I could picture a penis in my head, no less one with any significant size. Having all their pussies in my head, I simply answered, "They're all pretty... tight... I mean, small..."

"Tight?" Rachel reacted with a confused expression. "Are you talking about their balls or something?"

"Oh... yeah!" I responded, even though I had almost forgotten that men have balls. That's how long it had been since I saw a man naked. "Their packages are... tight and small... especially my boss..."

"Okay... Why do you have such a big smile on your face? That isn't something people normally brag about."

"I wasn't bragging! I was just trying to... describe them accurately..."

"Whatever, Rebecca," my sister said as she started smiling once again. "I'm just so excited that you have this crazy sex life at work! Your boss sounds so hot too!"

"Sh... He is..." I replied, almost letting a disaster slip out of my mouth.

Taking a big sip of her drink, Rachel then looked deep into my brown eyes once again and asked, "So, what's your favorite thing about him?"

"My boss?" I asked as she nodded her head in confirmation. After taking a few seconds to contemplate my entire relationship with Trish, my cheek started to go red, and I began swaying from side to side in a giddy manner. "I guess... my favorite thing about... my boss... is the way I get butterflies in my stomach whenever we're together... even when I'm in trouble..."

While I was having this sentimental moment, Rachel just stared at me with a dead-pan face. "I wasn't talking about this emotional bullshit," she said, bringing me back down to reality. "I meant, physically, what's your favorite part about him?"

After quickly imagining Trish's body... I thought about the way she would let me suck on her nipples... leading me to answer, "Chest... I like my boss's chest..."

Surprisingly enough, my sister's eyes lit right back up, as she exclaimed, "Oh, like his pecs?! I love guys with big pecs too!"

Now, I was the one with an unamused face. "My boss doesn't have a big chest... but I like it the way it is..."

"I guess I just don't understand you, Rebecca..." my sister said, after conceding that we just weren't going to see eye to eye.

I took another big sip of my drink as I thought about my boss and co-workers. "I don't think I understand myself right now..."

***

Oddly enough, outdoing my sister down, albeit with a series of half-truths, proved to be an experience that almost lifted a weight off my shoulders. I don't know why, but shutting Rachel up gave me the clarity to step back and take an introspective look at my life.

Yes, there was plenty of the alcohol in my system, but after getting home from the bar, and staring up at the ceiling from my king-size bed in my luxury condo, I couldn't help but think to myself, I actually have a pretty good life.

Sure, this whole thing with Trish and my co-workers was pretty crazy. I'll admit it wasn't right for me to lie to my sister about it either. However, at the end of the day, I was still a successful career woman who had the chance to achieve all my financial goals before the age of thirty.

The more I thought about it, the more I began to detest my attitude as of late. It wasn't that I was shunning away the confusing feelings I had for Trish or anything. I just needed to realize how immature I'd been acting. A woman who behaved like me didn't even deserve praises from Trish, nor did she deserve to get a promotion.

Before going to bed, I went to my restroom so I could look at myself in the mirror. With a deep breath, I told myself, You can do this, Rebecca.

Feeling more confident than I had in a long time, I continued motivating myself, thinking, Tomorrow, I'm going to be the type of woman I respect. I still have a chance at that promotion. Win or lose, I'm going to conduct myself with dignity.

I arrived at work the next day with a new attitude and two large cups of Starbucks in my hands. "Good morning," I announced to my co-workers as I walked in, leaving them surprised that I had greeted them after the more than awkward Friday we had together.

Quickly, a smug look came over Sally's face as she noticed the drinks I was holding. "Nice try, Rebecca, but you're a little too late because I already got Miss Trish Starbucks."

I nodded my head as I walked over to my short co-worker, who was sitting at her desk. Of course, it felt a little odd facing her after feeling like she cucked me the other day. Still, I simply took a deep breath and explained, "I figured Miss Trish already had coffee... I got this for you."

Sally just sat there with her eyebrows raised, almost like she didn't even believe me. Then, as I handed her the drink, she hesitantly responding, "Thank you..."

I then walked over to Mary and handed her the other large cup I was holding. "This one's for you," I expressed, noticing her equally confused face.

It was even harder to face her than it was Sally, considering how humiliated I was when she spanked me on Friday, but I just took a deep breath and explained, "It's an Irish cream cold brew... Your favorite."

With nothing else to say to them, I started to walk back towards my seat. It was like I had left them stunned, but Mary eventually managed to ask, "Did you not get yourself anything?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned so I could face them. "Eh... I really wasn't in the mood for coffee this morning... I might get some from the break room during lunch, or I may even stop by Starbucks again on my way home. We'll see..."

"But... why did you go out of your way just to get us drinks... when you weren't going there for Trish or yourself?" Sally asked.

Letting out a deep exhale, I shrugged my shoulders before allowing myself to be completely honest with them. "I guess this is sort of my apology for the way I've been acting... So, yeah... I'm sorry for behaving so childishly, lately..."

My co-workers looked back and forth at each other before returning their gazes towards me. "It's okay," they both hesitantly responded.

"Oh, and... um... I still want the promotion, but... I think you both deserve it too... so... I'll be happy no matter who gets it."

Once again, before I could sit down, confusion had gotten the best of them, leading Sally to ask, "Do you really think I deserve a promotion?"

I looked at the smaller brunette, who had been so insecure since working in my office, and nodded my head. "Of course... I think you're very smart and capable. I'm sorry for making you feel otherwise."

Her cheeks immediately became red, and I could tell she was doing everything she could not to smile. "Thank you... for saying that..."

Mary then stepped in to ask her own pressing question. "Wait... so you wouldn't be like super jealous of me if I got the position over you?"

"Maybe I'd be a little jealous," I answered honestly before redirecting the conversation to what I thought was more important. "But I've always thought you'd be a great supervisor, so I can't deny that you deserve a promotion... probably even more than I do..."

Just like Sally, I could see a blush come to Mary's face as she tried to maintain her normally tough demeanor. "Okay... Thanks... I guess..."

Confusing them even further, I simply took a seat at my desk and began working on a few things that I had put off when I had my priorities out of order. I could feel their eyes on me, but I tried to not get distracted. They had every right to be puzzled by my actions, especially with the way I had behaved as of late.

"Are you not going to say good morning to Trish like you normally do?" Mary eventually asked when her curiosity got the best of her.

Without taking my eyes off my computer, I answered, "Probably not... I'm pretty sure she's mad at me anyway. She can call me into her office if she wants to speak to me."

From there, I suppose my co-workers finally understood that I was being dead serious. They eventually took their eyes off me, and just enjoyed their Starbucks, like I hoped they would. I was actually prepared to take a sip from their drinks, so they'd trust that I didn't do anything to their coffee. Fortunately, my point had been made, and they seem satisfied with my new attitude.

A few times, my phone would vibrate and I noticed it was my sister texting me. She seemed excited for more juicy details, now that she knew my past with my boss, but I only responded to her by saying I was busy with work.

Finally, when lunch rolled around, I began wrapping things up so I could go to the break room and get a snack from the vending machine. It wasn't like I was hungry or anything, but the thought of mini donuts to go with a fresh up of coffee sounded intriguing. Also, I felt I deserved a break, since I worked so hard that morning, and Trish was probably about to leave for one of her three-hour lunches.

To my surprise, when my boss stepped out of her office, it wasn't because she was leaving for lunch. Instead, she just stood by the door and called out my name... or at least my nickname...

"Hairy..."

I looked over at her without changing my expression. "Yes, Ma'am?"

"May I speak to you in my office?"

"Okay," I responded before locking the screen of my computer. I then followed her into her office, where we had shared so many embarrassing moments in the past. When took a seat at her desk, I asked, "What would you like to speak to me about?"

Leaning back in her chair, she chewed on her bubble gum obnoxiously as she stared at me with a confused expression. "You seem, like... different today..."

"What do you mean?"

"You just seem... like... different... Like... you haven't come to my office once to, like... say hi to me or anything..."

"I apologize if you were expecting me to, Ma'am," I started as I took a deep breath. "I've just been acting so childish lately that I expected you to be upset with me. I didn't want to bother you, so I figured I'd let you call me into your office if you wanted me to talk to you."

Trish just stared at me for a few seconds, chewing on her bubble gum even harder than before. "Oh, is that right?" she asked, almost glaring at me with her precious blue eyes. "So do you, like... not even care about being my assistant anymore?"

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to throw myself on the ground and kiss her feet like the poor pathetic woman I had become over the past few weeks. Instead, I was able to resist by remembering how I felt as I stared at myself in the mirror the previous night.

This was my opportunity to be the strong woman that I wanted to be. This was my chance to take my life back into my control and be a woman I could be proud of.

Putting on a brave face, I explained, "Of course I still want to be your assistant... but I realize that I've been acting so childishly lately that I didn't even deserve a promotion. What's important to me is that I stay true to myself, and be the kind of woman you would be proud of having by your side. And if I'm being completely honest, you have three really great options amongst us, and as my boss, I want to support you in whoever you select."

Trish's eyes grew big as she stared at me, no longer chewing on her gum. Leaning forward, she clasped her hands together and expressed, "Hairy... I'm confused..."

"Like I said, Ma'am, it's not that I don't want to be your assistant," I started, courageously displaying what a strong employee I could be for her. "It's just, I want to be a hard-working woman that could look at herself proudly..."

"That's not what I'm confused about," Trish interrupted, leaving me quiet and stunned.

She looked me up and down before furrowing her eyebrows. "I'm talking about your outfit... Have you, like... forgotten the rules? You're supposed to take your clothes off when you step into my office."

Immediately, I could feel whatever confidence I had garnered up deteriorating as I began struggling to maintain my composure. "Um... I can... take my clothes off... but I was trying to explain how..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she interrupted once again, not even paying attention to what I had to say. "Rules are rules, so just take your clothes off and then you can, like... keep babbling about whatever you were talking about."

"Okay..." I responded, growing red in the face.

I was feeling kind of dejected, but it was overcome with that old familiar feeling I had whenever she bossed me around. She even rushed me when I got down to my underwear, forcing me to strip my bra and panties off even faster.

There I was, standing naked in front of my boss, just like so many times before. This time, however, I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach so I could continue describing the respectable woman I wanted to be.

"So... like I was saying... Um... where was I?"

"Your bush is looking awfully nice today," Trish expressed, making me completely forget whatever it was I was trying to explain to her. "Why don't you like... come on over here, and let me comb it while you continue your annoying speech?"

"But... but... Miss Trish... I was trying to..."

"Do you want me to comb your pubes or not?" she asked, shutting me down once again.

My arms and legs were shaking, and I was fighting every urge I had to fall victim to my own shame. However, I eventually replied, "Okay..." before walking up to her with the intention of continuing my explanation... while she played with my pubes...

As soon as her fingers combed through my long hairs, I could feel the butterflies swarming throughout my stomach. I tried to talk once again, but she shut me up again by asking, "Don't you want to be my good girl?"

Slowly, I could feel myself slipping back towards the weak woman I no longer wanted to be. My legs began shaking, and I could hardly contain myself any longer. But still, I persisted, saying, "I want to be a great employee for you, Ma'am..."

"That's not what I asked you," Trish said with a smile as her fingers roamed further between my legs, causing me to quiver. "I asked... don't you want to be my good girl?"

Like so many times before, I could feel her precious hand brush against the lips of my pussy as her fingers crept towards the crevice of my ass. I wanted to remain strong, but a little whimper came out of my mouth, showing I was cracking.

"Are you going to, like... answer my question?" she asked, staring at me as I struggled to keep a straight face.

"Miss Trish... I..."

"You what? You don't want to be my good girl?"

"Of course I do!" I accidentally let slip out before attempting to gather myself once again. "I mean... if that's what you want... You're my boss.... so I want to do a good job..."

"A good job of what? Being my good girl?"

"Yes... Miss Trish..."

She then removed her hand from my crotch, causing me to let out a sad moan. My face grew red, and I attempted to play it off by clearing my throat. Unfortunately, I could tell by the sparkle in my boss's eye that it didn't go unnoticed. We both knew I wasn't as strong as I was pretending to be.

Suddenly, my eyes grew big as I realized why she had taken her hand away from me. After removing her coat, she started to pull her top down, showing me her bra. Then, as she slowly exposed her precious breasts, I drooled at the thought of getting my mouth on them once again.

Desperately holding on to whatever dignity I had left, I mumbled, "Miss Trish... what are you doing?"

Now, with her top and her bra pulled all the way down to her stomach, she held her little titties in her precious hands and bounced them for me.

"I know exactly how to motivate you," she started, with a wink. "Don't you want to be my good girl and suck on these titties?"

No longer could I contain myself, as all my remaining strength had been decimated by her tactics. I had spent all weekend turning myself into the person I wanted to be, and in a matter of minutes, Trish had turned me back into the pathetically desperate woman I had always been for her.

Losing all inhibitions, I threw myself to the floor and placed my hands on her lap. "Oh, Miss Trish!" I exclaimed as I started to crawl all over her smaller frame. "I want nothing more than to be your a good girl!"

"That's my good girl," she whispered as she combed her fingers through my hair and pressed me closer to her exposed chest.

With the go-ahead, I opened my mouth and launched myself at her nipple. "I want your titties so badly!" I cried out as I latched on to her and sucked desperately like a baby starving for nutrition.

Surprisingly, Trish let out a loud moan, and I could feel her nipple getting hard inside my mouth. However, I was the one making the loudest noises as the wild animal inside me took over, leaving me clawing at every part of her body while I suckled on her delicate nips.

I could no longer lie to myself and pretend this wasn't what I secretly craved the entire time. "This is who I am now!" I whimpered as I continued tasting every inch of her that she gave me. "I'll never want to be anything else but your good girl!"

As adrenaline rushed through my body, and I was ready to pour everything I had into her, both physically and spiritually, there was a knock at the door, causing a paralyzing fear to come over me. My eyes grew big as I looked up at Trish's precious face, begging she would just shoo them away. However, just like in times before, she simply laughed like it was no big deal before inviting them inside...

"Come in!" my boss yelled, sending me into a frenzied panic. But before I could get away, she did the same as she had done to me before by grabbing the back of my head and forcing my lips onto her tit again... so my co-workers could see how pathetic I truly was...

I closed my eyes and whimpered at the thought of Mary and Sally seeing me like this after I had just presented myself as a respectable woman again. I could only imagine how much of a hypocrite I would be in their eyes as they were about to catch me in my most vulnerable state!

However... while I was too afraid to face my upset co-workers, who I could only assume were standing in the open doorway... there was a different voice that captured my ear, leaving me wide-eyed and paralyzed.

"Rebecca?!" the familiar voice called out.

As I slowly turned my head, my large brown eyes captured a scene much worse than my biggest nightmare. Yes, Mary and Sally were standing there with their arms folded, looking completely pissed... but it was who was standing in the middle of them with a shocked look on her face that really had me shaking in fear...

Unlatching my mouth, from Trish's nipple, I turned my quivering and naked body towards the person that had witnessed me in my most humiliating state... and whimpered...

"What are you doing here... Rachel?"

To be continued...