Meanwhile, Billy’s still stuck as Karen’s slave

Billy arrived at Karen’s house on Friday, fifteen minutes early, and very thankful for the day of reprieve she had given him the day before. Truth be told, he was still a little wobbly. And he FELT fucking woozy. But yesterday had been so much worse. He’d spent almost all of it staying home and lying down.

Billy was an athlete. A star athlete, actually. He recovered fast. But anyone would be fucked up by the day he’d had on Wednesday. A day which he had already started off exhausted and worn out, thanks to the work he was doing for Karen. It only got worse after that.

Billy had gotten his arms and face pounded by an invigorated Carly, who he hadn’t seen for years, almost to a full knockout, in front of everyone at his club… Then he’d suffered an ACTUAL knockout, from his own coach, the very woman who had saved him from Carly’s vengeance in the nick of time… Then he was told in detail how weak he had become, and Lucy went on to ban him from sparring anyone for a while… Then he’d taken a few brain-rattling slaps from Karen herself, that had driven him to the floor where he got his arm twisted… Then Karen her daughter Selena humiliated him together, like he was nothing but a little bug to crush… Then there was Carly’s humiliating text exchange, that had left him feeling disrespected and horny… Then an impromptu, ambush wrestling match with his weak, nerdy little sister, just as he was trying to get some sleep - a wrestling match he fucking LOST, as her clever tactics drained the stamina and strength from his powerful body until he was weak as a kitten, defeated by her intelligent mind… Then Anna had knocked him unconscious with her bare fucking hands… And THEN Anna had smothered him the fuck to sleep in her nerd ass, leaving him crumpled on the floor of his own bedroom, just trying to recover.

Five different women had defeated him that day. His incredible stamina had been drained to zero several times. He’d been cleanly knocked out three DIFFERENT times. He’d been battered, and bruised, and mocked, and humiliated. He felt like everyone had teamed up on him to just… EVAPORATE his legacy, and laugh in the face of his skill.

Yes, Wednesday had been a difficult day. A low point in his history as a respected and feared champion. But now it was Friday. And that meant he had to come work for Karen again.

His recovery day had been… Fine. Anna wasn’t around the house. She’d said she was going to meet up with some friends, and hadn’t come back until very late. That worked for Billy. The last thing he wanted was more of her teasing, or ambushes.

The one thing that annoyed him, rather than embarrassed or aroused him, was his phone. He hadn’t been able to find it after waking up on the floor. He was sure he had left it on his bedside counter, but it must have gotten knocked down in the scuffle with Anna. But where it could have gone to, he wasn’t sure.

The place in his bed Anna had sneakily tucked the phone into, after consulting with “Better Than Billy” Carly, impersonating him and tearing down his legend just that little bit more, had yet to be discovered.

Billy swore under his breath as he approached Karen’s large, dark wood front door, walking down her long driveway and past her well-maintained and gorgeous garden. She was so wealthy, it was actually ridiculous.

Karen greeted at the door, once again looking like she’d just recently stepped out of the shower. She wore only a loose bathrobe, clean and bright red soft fabric, with nothing underneath. Karen’s sleek tanned skin was still wet from the shower, just the same as her hair was.

A hint of her gorgeous cleavage was visible, the swell of her breasts clear in the loose and deep ‘V’ of her red robe. Her pristine, shining skin glimmered under the light of the sun. The rich bitch had a lot of time for health, leisure, and beauty. And she did love having Billy, perfect Heather’s perfect son BILLY, as her slave. That kind of satisfaction did wonders for the skin.

“Well? How’s my little worker bee?” Karen smiled at him, looking at him with mockery but sounding a bit more cheerful than usual.

She seemed in a good mood, especially compared to last time. It seemed that Karen’s irritation could disappear just as suddenly as it could burst out of her without warning.

Billy nodded, avoiding looking directly at those peering, smug, dominant eyes. He didn’t want to be melted under her gaze just yet. Or maybe he just wanted to watch that cleavage catch the light a bit longer.

“Good,” he said quietly, answering her question.

“And is that brain fog of yours clearing?” she asked, smugly tilting her head. Some of her still-drying hair hang down off of her beautiful face.

“I guess,” Billy said.

Billy had made up the whole brain fog thing when he told Karen about it, a play to her ego so she’d let him go to the boxing club again. But Wednesday had made it real. Today his heavy mental fog had mostly cleared up again, but it still came over him in waves from here and there. But Billy was nothing if not resilient. His brain could bounce back from anything, given enough time.

Karen laughed at his answer, then turned and walked inside. She didn’t bother beckoning. She knew he would follow her.

“The windows need cleaning,” Karen said. “There’s a large stepladder, with a spray bottle and washcloth, in the backyard already out for you.”

Billy nodded. Sounded simple enough.

“Once you’re done with that I need you to pick up some things from the store. There’s money on the counter. I’ll text you a shopping list.”

“I-I lost my phone,” Billy admitted lamely.

Karen stopped and turned, looking at him with disappointment and disgust. After a moment, her expression slowly turned into an amused, cruel smile. A dreadful imitation of sympathy, dripping with dark amusement.

“Oh, Billy…” she sighed, shaking her head. “That brain fog I gave you just won’t clear, will it?”

Billy shuddered as Karen approached him, stalking him down with smooth, elegant steps. She looked dangerous. But Billy didn’t dare move. He just… Froze up.

When she was close enough, Karen pressed a fingertip against the center of his forehead.

“You’re just so STUPID now,” Karen sneered. “You can’t even remember where you left your phone. Is that it? Did I make you STUPID, Billy?”

Billy blushed under Karen’s amused leer, and shook his head.

“N-No… I’m not stupid…”

He didn’t sound convincing.

Karen’s smile widened, her eyes lighting up with joy. She pushed her finger against his head with more force, and Billy shrank.

“I think you ARE,” she said. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

With each “stupid”, she twisted her finger to one side and pressed into him a little more. After the third and final “stupid”, Billy’s mouth fell open and he let out a low, shuddering, involuntary moan, his knees briefly dipping down low for some unexplainable reason. It was as if Karen’s finger was a key, shifting some mechanism in his brain and turning it into place.

“O-Ohhh-hhh-hhhh…” his eyes crossed.

Karen grinned. “There you are,” she said with satisfaction. “Stupid as fuck.”

Karen withdrew her finger and placed her hands on her wide hips, looking smug and triumphant, watching Billy’s eyes slowly refocus and his knees regain their strength. Billy shook his head and cleared the last of the cobwebs, then looked to Karen with an innocent, hopeless expression.

Karen turned and walked to the kitchen, this time beckoning him to follow her without bothering to look back. Billy did as she commanded, his eyes squarely focused on the sultry sway of Karen’s ass as she walked with grace and purpose. Her body was so fit and slim, with generous helpings of softness given in just the right places… Fuck, why did this bitch have to be so damn hot?

Once they reached the kitchen, Karen slid the money on the counter over towards him. After writing the shopping list down on a piece of paper, she gave that to him too.

“Since you’ve been having trouble remembering things, I’ll give you a little reward once you get back with the groceries. You’ll only be working a half-day today. The rest will be spent with me.”

Billy shuddered. He wasn’t sure if the idea terrified him or excited him. He just nodded.

He took the cash and the list, trying not to melt under Karen’s smug leer, and left for her backyard to begin cleaning the windows of the large house. Two hours later, he walked out to his car and drove to the grocery store. The whole time, he never stopped thinking about Karen. Her gorgeous, sneering face. Her finger on his head as she called him “stupid”, and put him in his place. The smug smile on her incredible lips.

What the fuck was she planning?