The Stain

“Put your clothes back on, bitch. We’re at work now. Act like it.”

SPANK!

I gave Anna-Marie’s naked ass a forceful slap. It echoed nicely in the almost-empty floor.

“YAI!” Anna-Marie screeched.

She was so hopped up that she almost sounded Japanese there.

Even Teresa twitched by the loud slapping noise.

She unconsciously moved her hands to protect her own ass.

I don’t think I was getting anymore out of Teresa now. Not like this.

I mean maybe if I blackmailed her by threatening to make Anna-Marie to do something even crazier. But that would immediately destroy the small amount of trust I got from her, by saying I wouldn’t do this again.

Besides… I wanted to make Teresa submit for herself. Not because she was saving a friend or something.

Call it a matter of principle, I don’t care.

I didn’t want my bitches becoming martyrs.

Yeah. It was time to leave.

Teresa stayed quiet the whole time as I entered the elevator. All I got from her were disgusted stares.

I decided to just leave the two work buddies there. In their own silent privacy.

Anna was comically trying to get her “clothes” back on, even though it required the help of Lana last time. It definitely didn’t look easy.

I’m sure that once I left, Teresa would probably help her. And then berate Anna-Marie on her life choices.

Probably a fun conversation.

But now, I needed to hurry.

Gretchen messaged me a minute ago.

She and Maria were going to be in the office hallway in five minutes.

I was leaning against the hallway wall when the elevator finally dinged.

There they were. Gretchen and Maria.

Both probably in the best mood I had seen in weeks.

They were actually giggling about something.

I didn’t even know Maria was physically able to giggle.

They both looked a bit… haggard? Not so well made up?

Like they had spent the whole night drinking and just woke up.

If that’s the case…

Excellent.

That’s what this whole thing was about.

Gretchen and Maria needed to have their relationship solidified.

If all things went as planned, Maria was going to be handing the leadership of the magazine to Gretchen. As early as Friday, perhaps.

They barely glanced at me as they walked by, talking very quietly about something.

To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure why Gretchen informed me about their arrival. Did she need me for something?

“Oh, hey,” Gretchen said as she stopped a few steps away from me.

She turned around. She had a vicious look on her face. Not the cute, submissive one I was more than accustomed to at this point.

No, this was the old Gretchen.

“I’m almost out of coffee,” she signaled to the cup on her hand. “Be a good boy and get some more. Two sugars, no milk.”

…

What?

Did she just say that… To me?

I could see a sly grin form on Maria’s face.

…

Oh yeah, I knew what this was about now.

I ordered Gretchen to make it very clear to Maria that she hates me with a burning passion. Maybe even more than Maria herself. That would make their friendship stronger, since they have a common enemy, and Maria would have no problem leaving the magazine to someone who would make my life Hell. Plus, if there were any lingering doubts about the nature of the relationship between me and Gretchie…

Still, this bit from her was improvised.

As my fucking **** she was taking a huge gamble here.

A huge gamble of pissing me off.

But. I couldn’t deny the fact that this would be effective.

I needed to play my part as well. To make it believable.

“Excuse me? That’s not in my job description,” I protested.

She scoffed, and shared a look with Maria.

Maria gave her an expecting look.

She wanted this to go further.

So… Gretchen stepped closer to me.

I knew she was just playing a role… but her stance somehow oozed sexuality.

She looked me up and down.

Did she get taller or something? Because that’s what it felt like.

Goddamn. Why did she smell so good again? What is this perfume?

“As I understand,” she began slowly, “as of right now… we can’t fire you. For multiple reasons. But. We can demote you. Several levels. Make your job description to be the office helper. Or an intern. Or how about janitor? So if I were you, I’d relish this opportunity to bring me more coffee.”

Fuck. She was convincing.

This is the bitch I remember.

The bitch that made my life Hell.

Maria’s grin was now a full smile.

I hated this, but it had to be working.

Gretchen wasn’t only proving what a powerful leader she could be, but that she would enjoy tearing me down. Daily.

“In fact…” Gretchen continued, “Because of your dawdling, you lost that opportunity.”

She tipped the nearly-empty coffee cup to the floor, making the remaining contents fall out.

It left a coffee stain on the hallway floor.

“Clean that up. Now.”

…

It took me many levels of control not to break up the roleplay here.

The anger on my face was real. Which was probably a good thing.

My reactions did not look fake.

But. I was still angry.

I turned to Maria.

“Maria, I can’t-“

“Listen to your editor,” she quickly answered in an icy, fright-inducing monotone.

I sighed, feigning desperation.

Gretchen dropped a napkin on the floor, next to the stain.

“Come on, cleaner boy. Get to it,” Gretchen smirked.

I gave her a threatening look. She was crossing the line a little too far.

Gretchen removed her smirk. I think she realized it as well.

Thankfully, from this position Maria couldn’t see the change in Gretchen’s expression.

Shit. This needs to happen, right?

So…

I kneeled down on the floor…

Grabbing the napkin with one hand…

And began scrubbing away at the stain.

Yeah. This was… humiliating.

All I could see from this angle was the sexy legs of the two bitches and their ridiculously expensive high heel shoes.

I didn’t even want to see Maria’s expression right now.

“You can go, Maria. I’ll catch up with you. I’ll make sure that cleaner boy here does proper work first,” I heard Gretchen say.

Maria didn’t say anything back, but the way she just kept lingering in place… It was like she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to see this too.

But… after a few more seconds, she finally decided to leave and I watched her big legs disappear into the horizon, and behind the corner…

“Come on! That’s not clean enough!” Gretchen shouted.

Loud enough that she knew Maria could still hear her.

Then…

Mercifully…

I could hear Maria’s office door opening up… and then closing.

I wasn’t wasting one more goddamn second on this floor.

I picked up the napkin, I balled it up and reached for Gretchen’s skirt.

She knew better than to scream or make any noises about it.

I pulled down both her skirt and her panties.

And then I stuffed the balled up napkin in her asshole.

I really shoved it up there. Deep.

“umf!” Gretchen voiced, but she was smart enough to cover her mouth with her hand.

I was still enraged.

I grabbed the scared woman by her hair.

“Lick. It. Clean. Now.”

She nodded vigorously, and lowered herself to the floor as fast as she could.

In just few seconds, the arrogant boss bitch was now a sad little floor-licking whore. Tasting that coffee stain and all the other dirt around it.

This was super dangerous. Maria could come back. Anybody could suddenly come here.

…I didn’t care.

I put my foot on her head, really making her kiss the stain clean.

“You know that you’re going to spend the rest of your life making up for that, right?”

“Yes mafter… I know mafter… I’m forry mafter…” she tried speaking with her mouth glued to the floor.

Sigh… this plan was effective… In theory, she did a perfect job.

It didn’t change the fact that I hated it.

I should’ve probably let her go already.

No, one more minute.

Until the rage passes me.

The smooching and licking sounds coming from the floor were oddly soothing.

…

…Might as well check the app in the meantime.

Well well…

Finally. Teresa’s first trait.

TERESA BOLLING

-WEIRDO-

ROUTE A -FETISH

-FETISH LOTTERY-

The subject will receive a new fetish each day. The fetish can be anything as rare as, for example, “axillism”, where the subject desires to have sex with the user’s armpit, or as common as “foot fetish”. The amount of options is almost unlimited. The user can check the subject’s fetish for each day by checking the app. The fetish updates every day at 00:01 AM. The subject can be then very easily persuaded to act on their fetishes, either by teasing them with it or suggesting them to pursue it.

ROUTE B -AFFECTION

-YANDERE-

The subject will become obsessively interested in the user. Almost to a level of lunacy. The subject will not know why, but will rationalize this for themselves. They will eventually want to prove their devotion to the user in the most **** ways, but not by **** or self-harm. The subject will also become extremely jealous of other people hovering around the user, and might do **** things to prove they themselves are the only one user will ever need (but not with **** or self-harm).

Okay…

So make the weirdo even more weirder?

I’d have to think about this one hard.

I pushed Gretchen off the stain. It was clean enough now.

“Get up. We need to get ready for your sister’s visit.”