Arriving home

“Thanks for the ride, Jordan,” Max grinned as she shifted the Charger’s gear into park, the engine of the ruby red coupe in the driveway of his aunt’s house.

“Not a problem,” the cheerleader shrugged. “You paid me after all.”

The young man glanced at the brunette, a few streaks of dry cum still clinging to her chin. Right…. Shoving his hand into his pocket, he grabbed the first coin available.

“Take this,” the high school senior offered his classmate a dime, “And drive me wherever I want, whenever I want and however I want until I ‘fire’ you.”

Her light green eyes blinked at him.

“Okay,” she shrugged her broad shoulders, accepting the coin. Her gaze slipped to the dirty FDR in her hand, her brow furrowing. “Do – do I have to wear a uniform?”

“That would be a part of however I want,” Max nodded.

“Oh. Okay,” the young woman chewed at her lower lip. “Will – will you prove me the uniform?”

Do I? The young man though for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Again, that’s part of the ‘however.’ I will give you parameters for your uniform – whenever I feel like it, changing it as I wish – and you will dress accordingly as best you can. If I think your best isn’t good enough….”

The brunette looked up at him sharply. “You’ll fire me?”

“No,” her classmate shook his head. “I’ll punish you.”

Her light green eyes widened. Her jaw trembling, she asked, “H-how?”

“However I want,” Max said firmly. “And, for questioning me –” He watched the cheerleader wince. “– Until I say otherwise, you will wear a headband with cat ears. Not while you’re sleeping of course, or when bathing, swimming or the like.”

“You – you’re kidding, right?” her soft emerald orbs bore into him. “I’ll – I’ll be a laughingstock at school!”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” the young man shrugged. “Maybe you’ll set a trend. Now, if you wore a cat tail with the ears – there would be a good chance a good ribbing from everyone for the last month we have left. Would you like to wear a tail? One with a butt plug?”

“No. No!” she gasped in shock. “I’ll – I’ll be good, Max! The best driver you’ll ever have!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he grinned at the brunette. “Now, unless I call or text you later today or over the weekend, you’ll have some time to get a pair of ears. And a start on your uniform. Let’s say… Black of fishnet stockings, I’ll leave the choice of a garter belt up to you, a short black skirt – a microskirt would be cool, a black blazer – you can decide whether short sleeves or long sleeves look better – but you shouldn’t be able to button it closed, a white blouse with black buttons, sensible shoes that match the look and black driving gloves.”

Her jaw fell. “That – that’s awful specific.”

Max shrugged in response.

“Right,” Jordan swallowed her unease. “I’ll – I’ll to what I can.” She licked her lips nervously. “You, ah, didn’t mention un-underwear.”

“I didn’t,” his brown eyes.

Her gaze searched his for a moment. “Shit,” the brunette winced. “Guess – guess I won’t wear any while – while driving you around.”

“You shouldn’t let it bother you too much,” the young man said. “After all, it’s only when serving as my driver. No reason you can’t wear something else when not.”

“That’s – true,” she nodded, brightening. “Okay. I – I can do this, Max. I – I don’t know if I can get all that together this weekend – especially if you need my services. I’ll – I’ll have to do a lot of running around to get some of the clothes – or pay extra for extremely fast delivery. My, ah, parents will have something to say about spending my money like – like this.”

“It is what it is,” Max shrugged. He opened his car door, stepping out of the Charger. Pausing before closing the door, he looked back inside at his classmate. “I don’t feel the cat ears are enough of a punishment. You will need them before you call it a night. I expect pictures of you wearing them with sexy a sexy bra and panties. And show some life in the pictures. Do not be a stiff. That will – displease me.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Jordan nodded, trembling behind the wheel. “Of – of course, s-sir.”

“Very good,” he smiled, closing the door. Turning away, the young man began to walk to the front door, his shoulders unencumbered, his bag left at school without a worry concerning his homework. Stepping up onto the porch, his classmate pulling out of the drive, the front door opened, his red-haired mother standing in the doorway and frowning at him.

“Holly called,” the older woman growled at him. “She waited an hour outside the high school for you, calling me in fear when you didn’t show. We didn’t know where you were.” Her eyes bore into him. “You should have called, telling us you were spending time with a –” She exhaled sharply, her blue eyes flaring. “You are grounded for at least a week.”

“Uh-huh,” her son blinked. “Right. Well –” He reached into his pocket, snagging a penny. “Take this to accept that you cannot ground me ever, that the only one in our family that can punish anyone is me.”

“I – of course, Max,” his mother accepted the coin, her angry tone dropping to a worried whisper. “Please, I – I –”

“You are in the wrong, speaking to me in that tone,” the young man snapped at her. “I am – displeased. Until I say otherwise, you can only go around in the house crawling on your hands and knees.”

Her blue eyes widened at his discipline. “I – of course, Max” she swallowed, stepping back and to the side before sliding down to her knees.

“Hmmph,” the teenager sniffed sharply, striding into the house. Battling a grin to maintain his stern demeanor, he shook his head. “Be lucky that’s all for now. And don’t worry, I will talk to Holly and apologize. I wasn’t thinking –” His mother surreptitiously rolled her eyes. “– when I left school. I should have called. Now, is Holly home? Or anyone else? No one told me of their afternoon plans this morning?”