The next morning, you arrive at the office feeling even more on edge. Yesterday had been a disaster—Jess and Olivia had humiliated you at every turn. But today, you tell yourself, will be different. You’ll keep your head down, focus on the work, and show them what you're capable of. You won’t give them the chance to get the upper hand again.
As you take your seat, you notice Olivia at her desk already. She's crossed one leg over the other, her black heels dangling casually from her toes. You try not to stare, but something about the way she moves is… **intoxicating**. The click of her heels as she adjusts her foot seems louder than it should be, almost hypnotic. You catch yourself glancing over, mesmerized by the shine of the leather, the smooth curve of her ankle, and the subtle flexing of her foot.
The room feels smaller suddenly, like you’re trapped in this bizarre moment where every sound Olivia makes is amplified—her legs crossing, the tap of her heels on the floor, the way she shifts her weight. You try to pull yourself back, remind yourself to focus. But every time you glance at your screen, your eyes drift back to her feet.
She’s toying with you. You can feel it. The way her heel slips on and off her foot, the way she occasionally glances in your direction with a knowing smirk—it’s like she knows the effect she’s having on you. And you hate it. You hate that your mind is betraying you, that your body is reacting when you need to stay focused.
Suddenly, Jess is at your side, her voice breaking your trance. “Tom, you finished with that report yet?”
You blink, snapping out of it. The report. You glance at your screen in a panic. You had been staring at it for the last hour, but nothing had been done. Your fingers hovered over the keys, motionless, as your thoughts had been consumed by Olivia.
“Uh… I’m almost done,” you lie, feeling a wave of heat rush to your face.
Jess raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “Almost done? Looks to me like you haven’t even started.”
You can feel Olivia’s eyes on you now, and you know she’s watching the exchange, probably loving every second of it. You scramble to type something, anything, but it’s too late. Jess is leaning over your shoulder, scanning the screen.
“Wow,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s some real progress there, Tom. Impressive.”
You can hear Olivia giggling softly in the background, the sound filling you with a mixture of shame and anger. You shouldn’t have let yourself get so distracted. You shouldn’t have given them this ammunition. But there’s no way out now.
Jess straightens up, crossing her arms. “You know, Tom, if you can’t keep up with the workload, we might need to find some other tasks for you. Maybe something more… suited to your skill set.”
“Like fetching coffee,” Olivia chimes in, her voice sweet but full of mockery. “Or maybe cleaning up again. You seemed pretty good at that yesterday.”
You grit your teeth, humiliated but unable to defend yourself. You can’t explain why you’ve been so distracted without making things worse. And then it happens. Olivia catches your gaze flicking toward her heels once more. She smirks, her eyes narrowing as she leans back in her chair, deliberately letting the heel dangle from her toes, teasing you.
“Ohhh,” she coos, her voice loud enough for Jess to hear. “I think I know why Tom’s been so distracted.”
Jess follows Olivia’s gaze to her feet, and a wicked smile spreads across her face.
“Really, Tom?” Jess says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. “You’ve been too busy staring at Olivia’s shoes to do your work?”
Your face burns with embarrassment, but you can’t deny it. Jess steps closer, looming over you, while Olivia crosses her legs again, tapping her heel against the leg of the desk—just loud enough to keep your attention.
“You’re pathetic,” Jess says, her voice cold. “I knew you were useless, but this? Getting all flustered over a pair of heels?”
Olivia laughs again, more openly now. “I mean, if he likes them so much, maybe he should do something useful and clean them for me.”
Your stomach drops as you realize what they’re suggesting. You want to protest, to stand up for yourself, but the words die in your throat. You’re outnumbered, outclassed, and every ounce of control you thought you had is slipping away.
Jess smirks down at you. “Well? Are you going to do it, or do I need to find another way to make sure you stay focused?”
The way they’re both staring at you—expecting, daring—you feel a strange mix of fear and arousal. Your pride is screaming at you to say no, but your body betrays you once again. Slowly, shakily, you nod.
Olivia leans back in her chair, slipping off one of her heels and holding it out toward you, her toes wriggling playfully. “Here you go, Tom. Let’s see if you’re as good at this as you were at cleaning the floor yesterday.”
You swallow hard, reaching out to take the shoe. As your fingers brush against the smooth leather, you feel your heart race, both from the humiliation and the strange sense of submission that’s beginning to take root in your mind. You start wiping the heel clean, every second of the task deepening your shame. Olivia watches with a smug grin, clearly enjoying your discomfort.
Jess steps closer, crossing her arms and shaking her head. “This is what happens when you can’t stay focused, Tom. You end up doing the work nobody else wants.”
As you finish with Olivia’s heel, she leans forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Thanks, Tom. You know, maybe you’re not completely useless after all.”
Jess laughs, and the sound feels like a final nail in the coffin of your pride. “I think we’ve found your new role, Tom. From now on, you’re going to make sure both Olivia and I have everything we need. And if you slip up again… well, let’s just say you don’t want to know what happens next.”
Your face burns with shame, but you know you’re trapped. As you look up at Jess and Olivia, their mocking smiles seem to confirm it: you’re no longer their equal, if you ever were. You’re their tool, their plaything, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
And worst of all, some part of you doesn’t want to.
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