In The Air Tonight

SHANICE

Still watching the building.

Still watching it.

Nothing.

Nada.

El nothingo.

Nothingburger.

Fucking pointless.

But hey, at least I'm getting paid.

...

This really was more Reagan's kinda thing.

But the bitch wanted to go off the grid for a full week.

And she wouldn't tell me why, no matter how nicely I asked.

Now I had to spend all this time being worried about her. I mean of course she was more than capable of looking after herself, but...

She was my sensei. Or whatever the japs called it. Sunsei?

No, definitely sensei.

Of course I was worried about her. Her voice made me feel safe.

Not hearing it for this long... It was getting sorta painful.

Well now... What was this? Finally something?

Somebody was definitely getting closer to the building.

Let's see... Short white hair, dynamite body...

Let's check the file...

Oh yeah. This was Gretchen. The new boss.

Well... the interim boss, I guess.

Entering the building, dragging a... what was that? A large... travel suitcase behind her?

Wait... Why would she be doing that in the middle of the night?

I mean... Should I call it in? Was this significant enough?

...Ah, fuck it. Better not.

My employer seemed like the type of person who didn't like to be interrupted over small things.

GRETCHEN

I entered the stairway with the suitcase rolling behind me.

...It was probably a good time to let her free. I mean... I guess I could drag the thing down the stairs, making her feel each and every bump on the way...

Or perhaps I just push it down? I bet that would make a fun sound.

...haha, yeah, no... no, I can't do that.

...rgh... No, I need to stop thinking like that. There was enough bad blood between us already. In fact, I should do everything in my power to stop things from getting worse.

At this point... I just wanted this night to be over with and forgotten for the rest of my life.

I had always been a fighter... but even I had my limits. Right now I just wanted to get home, cry, sleep and start fixing everything that was wrong with me. Everything... that made him pick her... over me.

When the next opportunity eventually comes... I'd be ready.

This... This was nothing but a setback.

I had to believe that.

I breathed in deep... and pulled the long zipper open.

Lana, in all her luscious nudity, stood up quickly.

She was nearly out of breath, her red body looking very sweaty and feverish.

She had a hole she could breath out of... But this was something more than that. She was the exact same way when I brought her over to master's house.

And, obviously I couldn't help but see how... wet her pussy was. The bottom of the case was probably coated in her juices, again.

If it didn't sound so stupid... I'd say she was getting turned on from being in this tiny, tight suitcase.

And was all of this really necessary?

This amount of security... To get her in and out of the building...

Jack was really afraid something might happen to her. But perhaps he had good reason to think so. I knew about Maria. I understood the type of person she truly was. And I knew she now had an axe to grind with Lana and Anna-Marie. But still...

Okay, yeah, maybe this was warranted. I still hated dragging her around like that. She wasn't the lightest thing in the world.

Her blatant horniness was hard to take. It wasn't just the breathing, but the moaning too. She sounded like she was masturbating without actually masturbating, as she stood there leaning against the wall.

I could have just left... But I couldn't leave things between us like this.

For a while, I just stood there silently, waiting for her to settle down. As she began returning back to normal... She was clearly having trouble understanding why I was still here.

I needed to say... something.

But... What was there to say? We hated each other. We've had sex multiple times now, even though we were both straight. I was her boss in the workplace, and she was... urgh... she now had command over me. And we both a shared master, who we loved and would do anything for. And if we never saw each other again... we could live happily ever after.

At least her body, nor mine, was no longer coated with dried-up cum. Master allowed us a super short trip to the shower to make us a bit more... presentable. We weren't even allowed to wear our ****-collars outside, so her neck was as naked as mine.

And that shower... I just wished he hadn't... ordered us to soap... and sponge each other's... "messy cunts".

I didn't need a fucking reminder that I hadn't been allowed to cum all night, and making her do that... It didn't help. Each brush of that damn sponge on my g-spot... It felt like my whole body was on fire. I'm sure she did it as sensually as she could just to tease me.

Of course I retaliated. I nearly shoved the fluffy thing inside her, when it was my turn. Her need for release was way worse. I couldn't even do it for long, she began humping my hand and letting out orgasmic, painful screeches. The master hadn't allowed her to cum for a really fucking long time, and it showed. Not even when... Master... breeded her...

No... No he didn't. He didn't... breed her. There was no proof the slut was actually... pregnant. He just came in her pussy. Yeah... Don't think about that awful scene anymore, Gretchen. Don't.

You know what? Fuck it. I couldn't handle this endless anger between us anymore. I was stuck with her, for worse and... worse.

Besides... I needed to face the fact that our relationship had now changed... a lot. She could make my life exponentially worse if she wanted to. Thanks to master's order, I had to obey her.

At least I could try to be the bigger woman in this situation.

I held out my hand to her... And offered a handshake.

"Lana... I suggest we... Start over. To be truly honest with you, there's no longer any need for us to be enemies. We both love him... and want to serve him. So... let's work together. What do you say?"

I sounded as sweet and gentle as I could. A little smile formed on my face. Sure it was fake, but it was one I had practiced for a long time. I knew how real it looked.

Lana began smiling too.

But her smile... it was... evil.

"Take off your shoes," she said.

I didn't even consider disobeying her. I withdrew my hand, and began taking my high heels off. It was almost like my body had to automatically comply to her demand.

Her demand was master's demand.

...But... Why was she making me do this?

Soon they were off, and I just stood there in confusion, my bare feet on the cold stairway floor.

"Lie down," she ordered.

What... What was this?

Once again... all I could do was swallow nervously, and comply.

I didn't even want to argue back. I knew that look too well by now. Nothing was going to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do to me.

Now I was on the ground, silently hoping that anything she was planning... wasn't going to be awful.

She was putting my high heels on her feet now.

My expensive Loboutins. On her feet.

She was a sadistic bitch. If it wasn't clear to me before... it was after tonight.

Of course she wanted to exert her new power over me. The fucking bitch. Wasn't I humiliated enough for one day?

That arrogant fucking smirk... as she looked down on me.

"So... you want to start over? Make up and stuff?", she suddenly asked.

"Y-yes?" I answered in my scared, girly voice. I hated that I couldn't control that.

"Pull your panties down."

Huh?

Wait... what the fuck was this?

She wasn't a lesbian! At least.... I thought so?

And this wasn't for the benefit of the master, he wasn't even here!

What... What was going on?

Despite the thoughts swirling in my head, I pulled my pants and panties down like... like a good little... girl.

My asscheeks stinged against the cold cement floor, while my pussy was exposed to the buildings chilly air conditioning and her prowling eyes.

She walked near my crotch... lifted her left leg in the air, and stuck one of the ice cold heels right inside my pussy.

I screamed.

The coldness hit me like an electric shock. The pain and the surprise made me nearly jump out of my skin.

The rest of the shoe came down over my mound, stamping me down to the floor.

"OW! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! I'LL FUCKING-" I screamed, but shut my mouth quickly. It was a dumb thing to say, but I couldn't help it. The shock was too great, it momentarily stopped my rational brain from working.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Lana sarcastically asked, her heel inching deeper inside me.

I bit my tongue. I wanted to strangle her, call her every horrible word that I knew... But I knew what the psychopath wanted to hear.

The only thing that could possibly end this.

"I'm sorry... mistress. Please. I'm sorry. Please stop. Please."

I wish was deaf, so I couldn't actually hear myself saying those words.

And to my surprise... Lana did actually lift her shoe a bit and released some of the pressure.

"There you go. You see, I'm not a monster. Listen. I think we can... actually get along. I will have to get along with all... of master's lesser slaves."

Fuck you. Bitch. Fuck you. Fuck you Fuckyou fuckyou.

"The only way this works if you realize that we're not anywhere close to equal anymore. ...Are you capable of doing that?"

She dug in her heel deeper again. Fuck!

"Yes yes yes! Yes I do... mistress!! Yes I do!! You are my boss! I'm... I'm n-nothing!"

"Good. We'll have no problems if you just understand your place. Are you super duper sure, that you do?"

The heel dug even deeper.

She was penetrating me so casually.

With my own shoes.

And I just... I just had to take it.

"Yes I do please I'm sorry please please please! I'll be a good little... ngh..."

"A good little what?"

"A good little bitch for you! Please!"

She... She laughed.

Each note of her casually cruel cackle scratching me somewhere deep inside.

But... she finally removed herself from me.

She violated me. And she wasn't even my master.

And still... It felt like she was doing me... a favor.

Please... I can't...

I can't... take this... endless... humiliation... I can't...

She stepped in front of my defeated face.

She wanted to see my vaginal juices that were still running down the heel.

Just to let me know... a part of me still found... even this experience... stimulating.

"These are nice, expensive shoes, by the way. I think I'll keep them. I always wanted to have a really nice pair of Loboutins, but my boss didn't pay me nearly the amount I was actually worth. These will make me feel a little bit better about that. Besides, I think master will find these much sexier on me. Don't you agree?"

"Just..." die. Die. Die.

"Just... what?"

"Just... let me... lick them clean for you... mistress..."

It was sort of an out-of-body experience to hear those words coming from my mouth.

It felt even weirder to actually place my tongue on them.

And taste my own bitter, sweet juices.

Willingly.

I didn't even stop when Lana began laughing like an evil witch.

I was probably broken for good now. A cumrag. A slavecunt. A worthless pair of tits and ass. A fucktoy.

Didn't matter. I had given up my pride when master took control of my life. There was no point holding on to the scraps of it, it just made everything more painful.

I'll just lick her new shoes... And be happy when... and if... my master still wants to use these warm holes of mine.

SHANICE

Dum-di-dum-dum-dum...

Still watching it.

So fucking bored.

So fucking tedious.

So fucking done with this.

So fucking... hmm. Over this? Yeah, that works.

So fucking... oh, wait. It's the white hair-bitch again.

Gretchen.

Leaving with that suitcase again.

What was the point? Why didn't she leave it there? Did she just use it to bring something in?

...Okay, I was mildly interested.

Hmm. Maybe I should ask one of the guys that watching the building earlier.

I sent all of them a message, asking if they had seen Gretchen during their shifts.

Apparently... Marlo had. And she had been dragging a suitcase in and out of the building back then as well.

This was... Well, maybe she was redesigning her new office or something?

In the middle of the night, though?

And was a travel suitcase the best thing for something like that?

You couldn't bring a pot of flower in that, for example... Wouldn't people normally use just moving boxes to do that?

Yeah... Something was off.

All my spidey senses were tingling now.

Fuck it. Time to dial the boss.

MARIA

"Okay. How big was the suitcase?"

The ebony woman gave me some rambling answer over the phoneline. It was clear evaluating sizes of things wasn't her strong suit.

"You did take a picture, right?" I asked.

Her next rambling answer was even more concerning. Apparently she didn't have the brains to do even that.

I never would have hired her if Reagan didn't recommend her. Something about the woman exuded stupidity.

Her physique was impressive, though.

"Okay, fine. Just answer me this. Could you fit a person inside the thing?"

"...maybe?", she finally eeked out.

Sigh.

"If this happens again... take a picture."

"Yes, ma-"

I cut her off before she could even finish the word.

I hated to be interrupted like this. I was in the middle of something... very important.

I looked at the woman whimpering and sobbing into the paper bag over her head.

Her nude form tied to the chair in this... undisclosed location.

I loved abandoned warehouses for shit like this.

We had sat together in silence for a full minute.

She tried pleading with me. Her gag made it unintelligible.

I was just about to start speaking before the phone rang.

I put it on silent mode. No more of that shit.

"Let me start by saying this. I'm a woman who likes facts. I like numbers. I like clear, unfucked data. I believe in science. I believe every decision should be made with cold, hard facts. I believe people who rely on their instincts... are stupid. It's how people fall. It's not how you get ahead... It's how you get left behind. So I try my best to not do so."

A small, dramatic silence here...

...

Good.

"Yet... All my life, people have said my instincts are the best. I don't fully agree, but I have to admit, there were a few key moments in my life... If I just invested in a couple of then-unknown companies... Well I'd be rich enough to buy this whole fucking city. But I don't rely on instincts. It's too... risky. I like facts. You can build an empire on facts."

She whimpered again.

"Now... The events of the last few days... Well, last few weeks... They've sort of driven me into a corner. Facts are not fast enough to help me. As much as I hate it... I need to go to my instincts on this one."

I stood up... And pulled the bag from her head.

Poor woman. I had never seen Hayley look this pathetic before.

Tears running down her face, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes I didn't even know she had.

I crouched down, close to her face.

"And my instincts tell me... that you know more than you are telling me. You better hope that my instincts are right... that you have something to share... because I will... get it out of you."