After an eternity under the diva's feet,She is closing the meeting. She removes her feet from your face and tries to locate her pumps. I grab her pumps and gently put them on for her, which made Stephanie smirk above the desk. She walks over and says her goodbyes, and the women leave.
I hear her walk over and pull out her chair. "Out."
I crawl out and stay on my hand and knees in front of her. I feel too embarrassed to look straight at the woman who humiliated me so completely.
"You know, I think you'll make a great slave." She leans down and ruffles my hair like a puppy.
She laughed "You know, I bet you won't appreciate how funny this is, but I was actually joking about being my slave forever."
I did not understand at all.
She hopped up on her desk and crossed her legs. I looked up until I was almost looking her in the eye.
"Yeah, I was just going to make you be my bitch for today, so that you would learn to respect me later, but since you were so damn good at it, I figured it would be a shame not to keep you doing what you're good at, being a bitch." She clasped her hands together, and laughed wickedly.
I was overwhelmed. If I hadn't been so enthusiastic under her desk, she would have LET ME GO! Now not only am I hers as long as she wants, I have to be THAT pathetic with her all the time, because that's what she expects from me.
"But don't worry slave boy, I will reward good service. How about a free meal."
I guessed it was better than nothing. "Ok, thank you.
Stephanie jumped off the desk and kicked me in the face "YOU CALL ME MA'AM, YOU LITTLE SHIT, GOT IT?!?!?!?!"
"Yes Ma'am, I groaned, holding my nose. "Good"
She grabbed me by the neck and forced me towards the ground. "Eat that"
I looked in front of me, and there was a piece of gum on the floor. It was one of those pieces that had been there and had been stepped on so long, it had turned gray, and looked like part of the floor.
Without hesitation, I scraped the gum off the floor. It took a minute to get it all. I can't describe how revolting it tasted, I wouldn't try to imagine it if I was you. I made sure to thank Ms. McMahon for my meal.
She laughs "Your welcome, don't expect me to be this nice EVERY day. Now carry my shit to the car, I want to go home."
I grab her bag of extra clothes, her briefcase, her gym gear, a pile of papers, and her pocket book, and walk behind her struggling, while she strutted empty handed ahead of me, looking every bit the bitchy diva she is. I hear some people sniggering around me and turn red, It's what I'm going to have to get used to.
It turns out that my car is right next to hers. My old crappy hunk of metal looked even worse parked next to her brand new Porsche Carrera. "That's fitting" She said. She pulled out her keys and walked towards the end of the car. I opened the back door and put in her things. Then I opened the drivers side door for her.
She walked towards me, scraping her key against the side of my car as she walked. She put her hand on my shoulder and forced me too my knees. "I'll see you tomorrow, wimp." She turned around and waited, her toned behind in my face. I quickly puckered up and kissed her ass.
She got in her car and turned it on. While I was still kneeling, she revved up the car and drove away fast, splashing me and my car with mud.
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