The redundant bully

[Strangebuddy]

"Motivation. That's the key to everything. Whether you're working on vertical integration, gaining the trust of shareholders, or even just trying to get your employees to do their job, knowing what motivates you and the people you work with is the key to successful management."

Jake scanned his audience, a few dozen of the nation's brightest high school students. Most were paying rapt attention to him, though not for the reasons he wished. Most of the brats in front of him were hoping to score a scholarship or even one of his company's youth scholar internships...they were too busy preparing to shake his hand and ask their pre-planned questions while dropping their names until they started to sound like political adverts.


"If you know what someone wants, if you know what gets them up in the morning and what they want to do with their paycheck, you can get them to move mountains. All you have to do is tie it back to their work and how doing what you want will benefit them in pursuing that motivation."

Jake stepped out from the podium, letting his 6'3 frame be fully revealed to the students, a few of whom blushed as he shot a bleached smile at them and stretched his toned arms, whose muscles were barely concealed under the sleeves of his $10,000 suit.

"For example..."

"Oh shit!" A mousy voice suddenly squeaked out.

Jake stopped to find the source of the squeal and saw a corpulent young woman reaching fruitlessly for a pen she had just dropped, which bounced and rolled down the stadium seating, until it rolled in front of Stargaze's youngest CEO, who smartly stepped on it to stop it's path.

"Excuse me, dear, would you mind coming down here?"

The girl's eyes couldn't have possibly been wider as she stammered out her answer.

"I-I."

Jake sighed, "Come on, use those things that got you in the door to come down here."

"What?"

"You know, legs?"

The girl's face went beet red, and she bolted down the stairs to the laughs of her peers. She stepped up to Jake and nervously reached out for her pen, which Jake handed back with a sly smile on his face. The girl looked ready to cry and she kept her eyes focused on the ground, as though she might stare a deep enough hole into the floor that she could crawl in there and hide from the jeering.

"So Kassie, what would you say your motivation is right now?"

"I-wait, you know my name?" The girl forced back a wave of snot and tears and looked up at Jake, "I guess...it's to get back to my seat."

Jake let out a polite chuckle, which all of the brown-nosers copied, "that's more of a short-term goal but if it's all right, I'll tell your "colleagues."

He cleared his throat and motioned for the girl to take a seat at the table, next to a middle-aged woman who smiled warmly behind her black dress.

"You see Kassie's motivation is to be a leading force in the pursuit of protein synthesis, one of the pillars of the StarGaze's pharmaceutical business model."

"But isn't this a management conference?" a voice came from the crowd, jeering.

Jake shot a look which silenced the speaker immediately, "Yes...but let me explain for her." He crossed over to Kassie, who was practically devouring her bottom lip as she nibbled on it, "Companies like StarGaze throw out internships and opportunities for business majors and people interested in becoming business majors like they're tootsie rolls at a parade but we fail to promote or even encourage potential scientists until they've already graduated...and that's a mistake."

He then did something no one expected. The CEO knelt in front of the high schooler and bowed his head, "I'm sorry. That ends today."

He then took the girl's hand in his, "I read your paper and it's brilliant. We'll have to work on its cost-effectiveness of course and work on the distribution and resource allocation but your theoretical device is feasible and I'd love for you to work with us on developing it."

"Thank you" The girl said, beaming, "I thought nobody was reading it."

"Only dumbasses aren't. I always read through the fringe science papers in hopes of finding something interesting and your work is revolutionary. I was wondering though, have you considered using an amniotic evaporator to improve absorption?"

The girl smiled, "I actually was just thinking about it last night. I also thought of a new gel based growth area to speed up production."

"That's incredible!" Jake crowed, his enhusiasm growing, "Now, what about the issue you noted about.."

"Umm, what's going on?" A boy said, standing up.

Jake sighed, "short version: the only reason I bothered doing this panel was because I knew Kassie would be here. I knew none of you were really paying attention and just wanted to kiss my ass so I would invite you to one of our internships. Kassie, who I might add worked her ass off to learn enough about business management in just a few months to get selected, was here so she could present her paper to me personally, since she hadn't gotten any response. Now unless any of you have any information on how to safely produce specific chain sequences on anywhere near the scale Kassie her e is proposing, you can piss off."


#######

"Piss off?" The woman from the panel said, after Jake had finished talking to Kassie an bid her goodbye, "That'll tick some people off."

Jake shrugged and ran his fingers through his sandy-blonde hair, "Fuck em. I played nice with the other groups because they had some drive...those fuckers had silver spoons wedged so far up their ass that I'm surprised they didn't die of metal toxicity. Besides, I know their type. They wanted me to humiliate that poor girl and probably were doing so before I even came in the room."

"Personal experience?" The woman said, smoothing her dress out. She giggled at his frown, "no need to answer, you've told me stories about the "mega douchebags," and the "Ultra-bitches" you had to deal with."

Jake sighed, "Not 'bitches'...bitch. I don't even think those little bastards are that bad."

"I don't know, it sounds like you're exagerrating whenever you tell me about...Jess was it?"

Jake turned to her, "She was a monster, Jan." He began to visually shake in anger as he remembered a long series of abuse, "If I ever even saw her again, I don't know what I'd do."

Jan smiled and reached into her purse, withdrawing her smart phone. She unlocked it and put the screen up to Jake's face, "Well, then, let's find out, shall we?"

Jake looked at the scanned paper, which was a CV for one Jess Knightley. At first, Jake didn't want to believe it but all of the details matched. She had even included the honors award that only their high school gave out.

Jan watched her boss with a look of fascination, her answer ready for for his obvious yet unspoken question.

"I added an algorithm to the selection process which would hotline an applicant if she shared a common background with any member of management...you know, to weed out people who were "old friends" or family members. If you like, I can send her rejection letter on some stationary that has the words "fuck you" around its borders."

Jake didn't say anything for a while, just letting his thoughts merge, "No, is it an important job? Is she qualified for it?"

Jan shot back a wary look, "It's a lower mid-level job in our investments and Acquisitions department, not essential but it does offer the opportunity to advance in a few years. Like most of the applicants, I'd argue she's actually overqualified...though it's pretty clear she's desperate for it, based on the sweat that was all over the corners of her CV, then again, our New York Office is where she applied. If she's jobless in NYC, she's pretty much screwed without this."


"Tell you what, have her come in for an interview on Friday, 9'oclock...no wait, have her meet us at the penthouse office on 11th, I think we should make her interview memorable, don't you?

"Memorable?" Jan said, her tongue moving over her bottom lip, "this wouldn't be like that time we made those embezzling secretaries have a memorable...disciplinary staffing, would it?"

"Oh no." Jake said, smiling fiendishly, his dark green eyes igniting with thoughts of what Friday would bring, "this will be much more prolonged...and severe."

 

[BarefootNikki]

Jess spent most of the cab journey minutely adjusting her makeup, occasionally glancing worriedly at her watched as they crawled through the traffic on Lexington. She should have taken the subway, of course, given her financial situation, but it wasn't the done thing. Jess didn't want to arrive having imbibed the sweat or smell of the manual workers who shared her line in from Queens. Life was all about external appearances, a fact that Jess had known, had intuitively understood, her whole life. Take the first day at High School. No one knew anything about each other, but everyone wanted to be around Jess, because of her golden blonde hair and her perfect, on-point fashionable outfit.

When they arrived, with five minutes to spare, Jess gave the cab driver the exact fare. She'd spent the entire trip adjusting her tits inside her blouse, she figured that was enough of a tip for the guy. As Jess stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the gleaming StarGaze offices, she tried to relax, tried to avoid acknowledging just how much she needed this. A year since her last firm had collapsed, a year of redundancy and unemployment. She had moved from the Upper West Side to Brooklyn, and then again to Queens. The perfect Manolo Blahniks she wore were the last pair that hadn't gone on Ebay.

Jess knew full well what would happen if she didn't get this job. None of her other CVs had even merited a reply. It would have to be the last option, the friend-of-a-friend who had told her that, sure she was a little older than most of his girls, but no doubt she still had the body for it. Not to mention the fact that the guys in the club would get a real kick out of a former investment banker pole dancing for them.

Jess gathered herself. It would be fine. Men were obsessed with her, and women were dominated by her, so whoever the interviewer or panel were, she'd be just fine. Don't let the trials of the last year show, she thought. Be the real Jess, the one who instilled fear and admiration in others her whole life. Feeling suddenly confident, she stepped inside.

"Jess Knightley, yes, of course." Was Jess imagining it, or did the young receptionist smirk when told her name? "Penthouse suite, just take the elevator to the top floor and sit in the waiting area until Mr Llewellyn calls you in."

Mr Llewellyn, thought Jess, there's a coincidence. She thought back to High School again as she rode the elevator, of the pathetic dork kid she had cheerfully victimized. Jess grinned as the memories came flooding back; the time she'd poured a whole tray of baked beans over his head in the canteen, or when she'd stripped him naked on the school bus, or when they'd briefly had that psycho teacher who used corporal punishment, and Jess had fabricated evidence so he got the cane. There were millions more, but the elevator had pinged, and Jess was a t her destination. The waiting area, like the rest of the building, was lavish and luxurious. Three empty leather seats, a side table with jugs of water and juice, a window giving a beautiful vista of Manhattan. Oh yes, thought Jess: this is exactly where I belong.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Jake adjusted his tie as the clock approached 9. He made a few jokes with the work friends he selected for the panel but behind his perfect teeth and warm smile hid a tempest of emotions. Ten years had passed but the name Jess Knightley still struck right down to his marrow and drew up thoughts and emotions that he thought he had buried long ago.

Even as he reminisced with his fellow panelists over the secretaries they had played with in this office, he could only think back to when he had 70 more pounds of fat, a voice that wouldn't stop stammering, and an awkwardness around women that could most flatteringly be labeled as "pathetic." Of course, who could blame him when the primary girl in his life did things that even made daytime talkshow bullies look restrained.

Though no matter how bad the acts were, the worst part was that she got away with every last one and managed to spin them around so it was her victims faults.

No...the worst part was that, at the time at least, he had been hopelessly obsessed with her. She had the body of a model with seemingly no effort when most of their classmates were struggling to even get used to their adult bodies. She exhumed raw sexual desire from the very pores of her skin and a voice that made you listen...and that was before she decided to break out the threats. Threats which she always carried out, unless she was bored and had one of her clinger-ons do it.

"Yo, Jake," Jan whispered, seeing her boss slip into deep thought, "Earth to Mr. CEO. Ethay itchbay just got here."

"Oh, I see." Jake said, slowly pulling himself out of his funk, "Send her in."

"So, what did this girl do to get the special treatment?" The last member of the panel, Matthew, asked, adjusting his glasses.

Jake eyed Matthew up. He was head of the Seattle office. While he was a pretty handsome individual with his styled raven hair and ocean-blue eyes, all things considered, he was also the stereotypical nerd. He only wore a suit for important meetings and now was wearing a pair of slacks and a cheap button down t-shirt that he had accented with a fairly obvious clip-on tie. The fact was though, that he could maneuver around rival companies like a pro and get the most out of his employees.

Jake had need of a Litmus test for the interview. Jan was his right-hand girl. As long as he didn't go off the handle, she'd let him go full bore. Matthew though, was generally a nice guy and only engaged in the kinkier activities the top executives got into when he felt the person in question deserved it. On the smallest chance that Jess had reformed, he wanted someone there who would hold him back.


"Let's just say that she has some personality issues that might need some working on. You know the plan, right?"

Matthew nodded, "I'm a recent grad who is up for the job. I'm still riding the high of graduating from business school. Otherwise, I'm my normally friendly self, right?"

Jake nodded and then rose from the semi-circular table, which surrounded two leather seats, not unlike the seats out in the waiting room. He took a chance to look at the west wall, which was a peerless, single plate of glass, which gave an exquisite view of the local neighborhood.


Jake walked to the northern wall and opened a door marked "maintenance please leave closed." Inside, he found a covert security station that had several small monitors that streamed video from several pinhole cameras hidden throughout the room. He put on a headset and adjusted the volume.

Jan meanwhile smiled deviously as she set out two large pitchers of water on a small end table that stood between the two chairs. She was wearing a cheap, black and white, contoured dress. She motioned for Matthew to take a seat on the interviewee side of the table.

"You...two aren't really going to have her do that, are you?" Matthew sighed, "That's so gross."

Jan just smiled and picked up a few papers.

"Please sir, if you could just have a seat, I'll bring in the other interviewee."

#######

"H-hi, you must be Ms. Knightley," Jan said, nervously walking out into the waiting room, "I-I hate to be the one to tell you this but Mr. Llewellyn is a bit preoccupied at the moment but he wanted me to make sure you were comfortable and invite you in. I promise he'll be along shortly."

She paused as she looked at Jess, "Jesus Christ!" She thought, "Where the fuck do they grow girls this attractive?" She quickly slipped back into her role of the nervous assistant and reached out to hand her the paperwork and a pen, "If you could just sign these forms first, I'll take you in and you can meet the other applicant."

"Uhm," Jan said, forcing a blush into hr cheeks as she looked at the younger woman, "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look amazing. I don't suppose you'd have any tips for me?"

 

[BarefootNikki]

Jess signed her name on the contract with barely a second glance. These things were always the same, churned out by legal and HR departments and full of contracts and clauses that never applied to anyone. Jess was more interested by the woman in front of her.

She - Jan, was it? - was actually extremely good-looking, but in Jess' world that made no difference. You either looked like Jess Knightley, or you wanted to. Jess had also picked up on the signs of weakness and submission radiating from the woman; stammering, unable to make eye contact, full of bluster and apologies. For a seasoned bully like Jess, used to zeroing in on the minutest sign of weakness, this woman was easy meat.

"Some tips?" she asked, pretending to consider, looking the woman up and down whilst handing the contract to her.

"OK, first off, slim down a bit, but don't jog, the last thing Manhattan needs is an earthquake; try swimming, yoga and pilates. Then use the money you're saving on burgers to get a haircut and buy some decent products, stop washing your hair in goose fat and buy some decent perfume - I assume that is perfume you're wearing, and you don't voluntarily slather yourself in manure every day?"

"Er," said Jan, but Jess was now in full flow. This was what she'd always loved; if truth be told, what she'd always been best at.

"Now if we're being completely honest, some cases are irretrievable, but at least we can try to tie a ribbon round a turd," she continued, merrily. "There are clothes shops other than the thrift store, you know. Oh, and deportment. I know that's a long word, but don't worry. I'll explain it to you. It basically means, stop walking around like you're about to shit yourself. How's that for starters?"

Jan was staring at her, utterly aghast.

"Now then," said Jess, reaching out and grabbing Jan's chin, turning her head to force her into eye contact, "when someone like me deigns to spend time helping someone like you, it is polite to say thank you. Thank you, Jess."

"Thank you, Jess," echoed an astonished Jan.

"You owe me," said Jess, and she gave Jan a sharp slap across her cheek. "Remember that. Now, let's go and meet this other applicant, shall we?"

Jess was delighted, a submissive ally, a girl, like all the others, who she shattered, only to build back up into a Jess-worshipping lackey. This was going to be a breeze.

 

[Strangebuddy]

While Jan made sure to play the part of submissive dolt with her actions, she was glowing white-hot on the inside.

"Did she just hit me? Did she just HIT ME?!' She thought to herself, opening the door to the interview room, "Her references said she was aggressive a little intimidating, not a sociopath."

"Here is the other applicant, Mr."

"Matt, pleasure to meet you." Matthew said crossing the room with one of his trademark smiles. He extended his hand to Jess, "I'm glad I'm not the only one here today. I was getting kind of lonely."


Jan frowned, "Mr. Leggsbend, please return to your seat. The interview will be starting soon."

"Just trying to be friendly, Jan...Ms. Claremont," He replied, catching himself, "I hope we don't have to wait much longer."

A restrained amount of coldness crept into Jan's words, "No, it will be happening the.moment. Mr. Llewellyn arrives."

Her smile returned and she nervously turned to Jess, "Ms. Knightley, I am sorry about this. If you could just wait a minute in here, I will return in a minute. She walked over and poured her a large glass of water from the pitcher, "Please enjoy the water, it's a gift from our Sweden headquarters, where they're testing out a new filtration system. Completely free of any debris and it's infused with a rich variety of nutrients."

Jan then quickly shuffled out the door. As soon as it closed behind her, Jan raised her right hand and flipped off a potted fern, which held one of the pinhole cameras.

####

Jake watched from his booth. Jess certainly hadn't changed. Not just in her gorgeous demeanor but also in her horrible behavior. He made sure to isolate the clip of Jess slapping Jan and stored it in a covert file.

When he saw Jan come out he chuckled as she made her vote.

"Well that's one."

####

"Wow, I can't believe I'm here, you know?" Matt said, extending his hand, "I'm from Seattle, just moved here since my wife wanted to be closer to her family. I mean, Seattle is nice but this is New york! Everyone here is just so fascinating...I think I eve saw the Naked Cowboy on my way here."

Matt chuckled, "Sorry I'm blabbing. I'm just nervous, I mean, I just got done with college last year and my internship with ING a few months ago and this is this is this is first interview I've gotten. I mean, I know it's not much better than an entry-level job but it's with Stargaze of all places. Have you seen their office? It's amazing!

"Though I guess since you're used to living here, this place must not seem like that big of a deal right?"

 

[BarefootNikki]

This was perfect, thought Jess. Not only was she all over the admin girl or whoever she was, but her only competition was this moron.

Jess had never been west of Chicago, and saw no reason to do so. This kid looked like he'd spent his adolescence fucking hollowed-out potatoes on a ranch in Idaho. As far as she was concerned, the world began and ended on the banks of the Hudson. Still, it wouldn't hurt to remind he competitor just how far out of his depth he was.

"Welcome to the Big Apple," said Jess, extending her hand and lowering her chest to give him a view of her magnificent breasts. She adopted a slow, patronising tone, as though addressing someone mildly retarded. "How's your wife settling in? It's not Seattle, I know, but violence against women is really down these last few years; as long as she stays indoors, she'll be fine."

Mike just stared at her.

"And you shouldn't worry about StarGaze being too big for you, either. You wouldn't be the first kid to crumble under the glare of the city lights. Worst case, you can be back chopping lumber in Oregon and no one will think any the worse of you, sweetie."

Jess ended her advice with a patronisingly gentle hand tap on his knee. Mike continued to stare at her.

Jess took another sip of the water - it was good stuff. She had been to Sweden before, and heartily approved of the place. It was full of immensely healthy people, and pneumatic blondes of such spectacular beauty that Jess was stared at with far less intensity than back home. She'd enjoyed the light diet of fish and spring water, spent time in the oddly rigorous spas, her body sweating with heat, her buttocks heartily beaten with birch twigs to strengthen and tone.

The water was good, but it seemed to be going straight to her bladder. There must be a toilet in here, but she couldn't immediately see one. Best to just hold it in. That simpleton woman would be back soon, and this imbecile wouldn't be much competition. Jess smiled; she would have a contract in the bag in ten minutes flat.

 

[Strangebuddy]

"Washington, actually," Matthew said with a dismissive laugh, trying to play down the annoyance he felt towards her "Seattle, remember?"

Matthew quickly ran through his thoughts on Jess. For whatever reason his work peers were bound and determined to write her off but he was willing to give her as fair of a shake as he could. On the one hand, she was already patronizing someone she had just met and was already making comments that were inappropriate. Really, she had all the maturity of someone half her age.

However, with a little work, her personality could be useful. While StarGaze did want to present itself as professionally, it was necessary to be aggressive with rival corporations or even some of the laboratories and distributors they needed to acquire. Her appearance could be an asset as well. While Matthew had felt himself become aroused when he got his first look at Jess, not to mention the lovely view she had offered of her breasts, he had also noticed the way she carried herself.

Jess carried herself as though having the slightest doubt in herself was a completely alien thought. To Matthew, it seemed as though she'd be willing to stare down and intimidate anyone who got in her way...quite a useful skill. He had also noticed that, like Jake, she put a considerable effort into working out. Combine that fact with her fashion sense and it would allow her to both be presentable at any function they needed, while also allowing her confidence to compliment her appearance and come as a surprise by anyone who would underestimate her.


Yet, based on the way Jan had almost let her facade slip and Jess had almost immediately slipped into patronizing him, she would be poison in a work environment. No matter what benefits she would bring, it wouldn't be worth the hassle of having employees quit or losing investors if Jess decided to try and intimidate the wrong ones.

Then again...some "hands-on" training might help the situation.

All these thoughts occurred in less than a minute and passed without even the slightest change on Matthew's face. He was starting to agree with Jake and Jan's proposal but he wanted to give Jess one last chance.

"So what got you interested in this job? I always wanted to be part of a pharmaceutical company myself. I just love all the tech you get to see in this type of work. Not to mention, I hear they have really good health benefits. With the way I go through glasses, I can use all the help I can get. Not to mention, I got to hear Mr. Llewellyn speak at my college, he seems like a pretty cool guy. Since this is his home base, you ever get to meet him?"

 

[BarefootNikki]

God, this guy liked his questions, thought Jess. Still, she had nothing better to do whilst they waited, and chatting might take her mind off the nagging ache that was slowly developing in her bladder.

"Look, I know blue chip firms aren't exactly littered across the plains back home in Wyoming," she said, "but now you're in New York, you'll find that StarGaze are just on of many. I used to work for Byrne and McLean, ever heard of them? We specialized in aggressive, hostile takeovers. Grab a firm, pick the bones, rape and pillage and asset strip, and sling the carcass in the trash. We were damn good at it, till a legal fuck up got us hit with a lawsuit, just at the height of the financial crisis. The firm sank - but I fully intend to swim."

The guy seemed interested, so Jess decided to press on.

"Mr Llewellyn, funny, I used to know a guy with the same name. Completely different of course; they tell me the Stargaze boss is all shrewd and dominant and actually pretty hot. This guy was weedy and insignificant - a bit like you, now I think about it. I assume that once we start working together, he'll use me as his attack dog. Too many tech firms do business by one bunch of skinny geeks negotiating with another. Send me in, and they will be begging me to fuck them up the ass, in business as well as in person."

Jess allowed her mind to make the connection, thinking back to a Senior year trip away. The female dorm, Jake Llewellyn tied face down to a bed, naked. The whole dorm cheering and taking pictures as Jess carefully fastened the strap-on dildo around her waist, and began........

"Where the hell are they?" Jess demanded, her thoughts snapping back to the present. "I need to pee."

 

[Strangebuddy]

Byrne and McLean. Now the picture was coming together. Matthew's facade slipped, allowing a grimace to briefly cross. his face. Jake just grunted in his booth.

"That makes sense." He thought.

Byrne and McLean had been a bane on the entire financial sector and had damaged practically every field. The way Jess had described them made them sound like vikings but to Matthew and Jake, the firm were more like wild dogs. They stripped and sold companies without even knowing what they had gotten their hands on. Technology companies were hit the worst. Projects that could have revolutionized every field of study and business were scrapped and sold for the lesser resources that made them up, with patents being handed off to people that hoarded them like rolls of toilet paper on a desert island.

That was to say nothing of the firm's "casualties." Stargaze's HR had to become amateur counselor's when former employee's of the companies Byrne and McLean shredded would break down in tears during interviews. They took the term "hostile takeover" literally and did things that the term "unethical" didn't even start to cover.

Matthew and Jake were happy to have a had a hand in its downfall. It had been easy: get a few lawyers to switch from Byrne and McLean retainers to smaller, more lucrative jobs while former employees and bullied businessmen suddenly found high paid legal experts who were willing to help them pro-bono.

Now they were dealing with one of the leftover monsters from that company. A monster who was reliving one of Jake's greatest humiliations and gaining a sense of pleasure from it.

Not that Matthew needed to hear anything more.

"You can pee later," He said coldly, "the interview starts right now."

He raised his right hand, balled it into a fist, and outstretched his thumb. He twisted his arm, bringing the fateful finger down like a curved guillotine.

####

In his booth, Jake moved a video file to a projector folder. He tapped his headset and called into Jan, letting her know to come in. He straightened his tie and rose, exiting the room with a plastered smile, and a small duffle bag.

#####

"Greetings Ms. Knighley, sorry for the delay." Jake said, his eyes not even looking at Jess as he made his way to the head of the table where he dropped his duffel bag, "I like to get my hands dirty from time to time.so I was working in the little cubby hole over there. I-Matthew what are you up to?"

Matthew smiled and rose, shooting a dismissive look at Jess. He didn't answer Jake's question and merely circled around to sit on Jake's left.

Jake chuckled, "Sorry about that Ms. Knightley, Matthew here's the head of our Seattle office and he loves pulling pranks like this. Oh, and here comes Jan, I'm assuming you two got to meet outside?"

Jan walked in, making a point to rub the cheek that Jess had struck.

"We did," Jan said, her faked nervousness completely evaporated, "Jess, don't tell me you've only had one glass of water. You need to drink far more than that to get the full benefits."

Jake let Jan take her seat before he released his PR approved forced laughter, "Jan, do try to remember that you're the head of HR, not our pitchwoman."

Jan smiled like she had been trained to do for every public appearance, though she bared her canines briefly, like a lioness who was waiting for a wounded gazelle to collapse.

Jake finally let his eyes fall on Jess directly but for the first time in years. He had skipped many opportunities to see her again, even avoiding alumni invitations at his oldschool and visits home to his parents...he had been to therapy and even ridiculed by the very people who were supposed to treat him with kindness. Yet, when their eyes met, he had a mere placid look that just barely veiled his hunger.

This time he held the cards.

"So Ms. Knightley, before we begin, is there anything you'd like to say to us?"

 

[BarefootNikki]

Okay, thought Jess. Reassess, and reassess quick.

The dork of a competitor, the half witted floozy of a receptionist, seemed to be some kind of panel, some kind of test. But Jess was flexible, mentally as well as physically, and she wouldn't let a small mishap detail her ambition.

"Well," she said. "I guess this is kind of unethical as interview procedures go. I could really sue, if I were in the mood. But don't worry, I'm not that kind of girl. So this one runs the Seattle office, huh? No disrespect, but this is New York City, that's like asking an Amish guy to demonstrate the new iphone. How's about he goes back to Utah and we talk like business people?"

Jess revelled in the shocked, silent reaction. She needed to prove, as at her previous company, that nothing, no-one, intimidated her. Though this Jake looked awfully familiar. Jake Llewellyn? Surely too much of a coincidence. Besides, the Jake Llewellyn she knew was a hundred pounds soaking wet, not this, frankly, hot muscular guy in front of her.

"So you got on the board despite that dress sense, huh?" Jess continued, addressing Jan. "Mr Llewellyn, people buy people, and trust me, no-one is buying her. I've had more expensive pedicures than her whole damn outfit. And by the way, what the hell is this water? Is there a bathroom in here?"

Again, no reply. Perhaps, in their minds, this was some stupid kind of test. Such frivolities didn't bother Jess.

"Mr Llewellyn," she went on, "I can see that you have a certain - aura. But look at someone like Abraham Lincoln. His greatest wisdom was to surround himself with the strongest team he could. You need better than this pair. When you go into battle in business, you need Jess Knightley."

Jess very carefully uncrossed her legs, and crossed them the other way. For the tiniest moment, Mr Llewellyn would have glimpsed her scarlet panties. Men had soiled themselves at such a view before.

"If you like, we can discuss matters in private," said Jess, pointing a toe at him, "There's not many things I suck at, and I can promise that I'd eagerly swallow any advice you may give me."

Jess saw three stony faces looking back at her. Could she have misjudged the room? And where the hell was the goddamn bathroom??

 

[Strangebuddy]

Jake had been afraid that he would't be able to handle the interview. He was afraid that one of two things would happen: First, he was afraid that all of the old anxieties would come back, that he would return to being the helpless weakling who spent half of his life sobbing and the other half terrified. Second, he was afraid that the perverse cravings he once had would come back. The cravings that turned him into a quivering husk that would obey his tormentor's every whim, no matter how much it hurt. No matter how many times her promises of an intimate affair or an erotic delicacy turned out to be lies or, worse, a trap, he would do anything to bask in her body's sensual glory.

Yet now, as he watched Jess spew out insult and bold claims of bravado, he didn't see his old, invincible tormentor or his goddess of unrequited love: he instead saw a chihuahua that was lost in the woods, a yapping bitch who didn't know how unwise it was to bark at wolves. Yet, he allowed her to continue, allowing her to smother him and his friends with her unbridled ego and arrogance.

Then she decided to try and entice him with all the subtlety of a train crash. Jake allowed his eyes to follow her planned view. He appreciated the sight of her panties but more for how quick it was for her to toss out that tactic.

Jake played as though he was seriously considering her offer, slowly looking from side to side, as though he was going to dismiss Jan and Matthew. He looked back to Jess and smiled slyly.

"If you can hold your trip to the bathroom for just a little longer, Ms. Knightley, I think this won't take up much more time. In fact, with your bold statements it's pretty clear that you would leave quite the mark on Stargaze." Jake let his eyebrows spring up and snapped his fingers, as though he had just been struck with inspiration, "Hey, that's not a bad first question, is it Jan?"

Jan just looked forward, like a Rottweiler waiting on the order to "get her."

Jake rose up and walked around the table to take the seat next to Jess, putting his hands on the rests while his eyes none-too-subtly looked over her thigh, "Tell you what Jess, I'll ask a few questions, we'll watch a little film, and then we'll give you our decision...which I think you already know. By the way, no reason to make Jan and Matthew leave. We all are impressed by your body of work and you don't seem like the type of girl who can't handle the attention. Besides, I'm sure we have plenty of advice we'd like to share with you."


Jake smiled, leaning in till he was only a foot away from her face "First question, What sort of mark do you think you'll be leaving when you work with Stargaze?"

He then turned his left leg so it was touching her right one, nuzzling his muscular leg against her toned knee.

"Second, why this job? It's pretty clear you're aiming for the top and the position isn't the most glamorous. Though it does allow plenty of one-on-one time with upper executives." He emphasized the point, slicking his hair back in a way that allowed him to show off his toned, muscular arms.

 

[BarefootNikki]

Jess smiled contentedly to herself. Yet another fly caught in her web, and this one promised to be the biggest, juiciest fly of them all. Just look at him! All over her like a bad smell, although, to be fair, he was hardly unpleasant to look at. She'd have quite freely sucked his cock to get this job, but that could wait. This guy was into her; she could be on the board just by letting him squeeze her tits.

"What mark would I leave on StarGaze?" Jess pondered, stretching her leg out so that he could see just how long and slender it was. "Well, for starters, I'd want to excise some of the dead wood that has clearly floated its way to key positions, and make sure that any contact with clients is done in a much more, presentable, manner.

She stared nastily at Matthew and Jan. Tickle Jake's balls, and these two would be on welfare by the end of the week. No, she'd let Jan stay on. Maybe as her personal cleaner or something. A bathroom and a toothbrush for minimum wage, teach the haughty cow a lesson for looking at Jess Knightley like that. Speaking of bathrooms, Christ, she needed to pee!

"Second mark, I guess I'd sort out your corporate strategy. It's all well and good trying this touchy-feely, advancement of science crap, but in the end, it's all about money, right? Let Matty here go back to Oklahoma and split the atom, we'll stay in the city and make some actual money."

Jess smiled at Jake. There was something a little familiar about him noe that they were up close, but she couldn't pin it down. His strong muscles were still brushing her arms, and it was no unpleasant sensation. Maybe she'd let him fuck her anyway; so few men came up to her exacting standards that she hadn't had sex in a month, since her hockey playing fuckbuddy had been traded by the Rangers to Colorado.

"Why StarGaze? Yeah, I get it, you have an inferiority complex, and that's understandable, but you're not that bad, really. You guys actually have a whole lot of upside if someone shows you how to use it. Put simply, you guys just need a few months of being sprinkled with the Jess Knightley magic dust, and you'll be strutting down Wall Street like you own the damn place."

Jess smiled happily - there ended her pitch. Surely this guy would give her the job now, before his cock dropped off with excitement?

 

[Strangebuddy]

Jake allowed Jess to continue digging her hole. Jake was hit with a wave of disgust and even a small amount of pity. Most people would try to study up on the company they were applying to, try to see what kind of environment that organization tried to infuse themselves with, and then alter their behaviors or at least put on a good performance during the interview, so their employer would think that they would fit in. Jess though...it was as though she thought her brief taste of power at Byrne and McLean was an all-you-can-eat buffet that she had never had to leave.

So as Jess finished her pitch and made it clear in no uncertain circumstances that the bitch she had been was alive and well, Jake paused. He had reached the threshold of what he would put up with when it came to dealing with anyone and he had reached the point of no return for his plot. This was his last chance to back out...but as he looked at her smug face, those full lips which had insulted his friends and crushed countless men and women with her barbs, he knew he wouldn't.

"I see." Jake said, his reptilian smile curling upwards, "That old Knightley magic, huh? I will admit your approach would have quite the impact on us. I can see it now, canning our upper management, selling off our assets, and then the two of us turning Stargaze into a high-class corporate raider, grinding all opposition under us while the two of us..."Jake leaned in until his face was barely two inches away from hers, while his right hand took her left and interlocked their fingers. He let his breath fall over her, "Spend plenty of alone time together, working hard into the night...sounds pretty good."

He then pulled his head back and spat right on Jess' forehead, smiling as the liquid slipped down to the bridge of her nose.

"Well, what I should say is that it sounds pretty good if I'd like to watch my own company end the same way as your previous employer. I'm sorry Ms. Knightley but I have to ask, are you ignorant or just stupid?" Jake pointed towards his two friends, "These people who you have spent the last half-hour insulting have made more of an impact on the market while taking a shit than you have in your whole career. "

His finger pointed to Matthew while his other hand grabbed under her chin and forced her to face his friend, "Our Seattle office is our secret weapon. They have obtained us almost two trillion dollars of profit over the past five years by getting us essential patents and acquisitions at a fraction of what we should have been paying. You know how we did that? Treating people with respect. Matthew once helped us acquire an Athens based pharmaceutical company that had designs on a drug that can slow down dementia's progression by months, even years. You know how he did it? He helped the CEO of that company through his grieving when his grandmother died of the very illness his company was trying to cure. He got another patent a German scientist had for a synthetic amino acid chain that wold help stabilize...sorry, I forgot who I was speaking to.

He spoke in his most patronizing voice, as though he was talking to a child, "He got the nice science lady to give us the rights to her big magic science thingy by getting her a reservation for her dream wedding when it should have been impossible."

He then jerked her head over to face Jan, "And Jan here, while she normally does cover herself in much nicer clothes, her appearance doesn't matter because she gets shit done. Over the past five years, she has created hiring practices which are becoming standard in every corporate field. She has taken on quality improvement initiatives and Six Sigma reviews which have made our processes more efficient than even our competitors at Pfizer."

"Sorry...she found ways to make us work weally weally hawd, " Jake spoke, making his baby voice go up to 11, "which lets us compete with the other magic medicine business."

Jake then retrieved his pointing finger and withdrew the remote from his pocket. he pressed the first button, which dropped the projector screen down from the ceiling. The second button wared up the projector and the third...

"Some tips?"

Jake moved up his hand to squeeze Jess's mouth shut as the scene played out. Jan's smile grew as she watched while Matthew grit his teeth as he watched Jess slap his friend.

"Now then," said Jess, reaching out and grabbing Jan's chin, turning her head to force her into eye contact, "when someone like me deigns to spend time helping someone like you, it is polite to say thank you. Thank you, Jess."

Jake pressed pause and then lowered his hand back to under her chin.

"Now class...what is this called?"

He operated her jaw like a reluctant muppet, "Assawt and Battewy."

"And is that how we want employees handling each other?"

"Nooooo," he said, jostling her head from side to side. He spat on her again and released her.

"Ms. Knightley the company you came from and the type of people you represent are a cancer on the financial sector. You don't create or produce, you don't benefit anyone outside of your investors...and even that's dubious, you just take perfectly good resources and destroy them for a quick buck, killing what could have been perfectly good organizations."

"And in case you haven't been paying attention, we try to kill cancer." Jake sighed, "Let me be frank, this interview isn't being done because you are the best at what you do and we need an arrogant bitch...it's an act of pity. If you're wondering why you didn't get a new job right out of the gate, it's because no one would touch you or any of your former associates. Your last company pissed of so many places that there are entire sectors that have made deals to keep you all from getting your hands on a single penny. Whatever power you once got to play with is gone and you'll never have it again. If you even tried to get a job as a bank teller in any major city, you'd be rejected."

"We wanted to throw you a lifeline because we figured it was unfair to let everybody from that sinking ship drown...and how do you repay us? Insulting the staff that make Stargaze an infinitely more successful corporation than the flash-in-the-pan swindlers you take such pride in and slapping the very woman who brought you to our attention...I guess we were wrong to even offer you a chance."

Jake sighed and pulled his wallet out, withdrawing ten crisp hundred dollar bills, "Look, I'd hate for your trip to be wasted. Tell you what: bend over the table, we'll each take a turn fucking you in the ass and then you can go back to your hovel in queens where you can blow the money drinking until you realize that the only way you'll get any money in this town is if it's crumpled on a stage or shoved in your g-string. Trust me, it will be far less painful than you continuing to fail at every single inteview you will have in the future. Because the only thing you have to offer Wallstreet is your slightly above-average appearance and the few years you have before your tits start to sag. In fact, the closest you'll get to success is when me and Matthew here shoot our loads in your ass and our cum drips down your legs."

Jake let the offer stand for a full minutes of stunned silence.

"Of course...I suppose we could still work with you but you would need to be remade, maybe even broken." Jake looked at Jess with cold, emotionless, eyes, "We'd have to start right now and it will be a trial that I don't think you'll be able to endure. We are going to have to change you into someone who can do business in our world but someone who hasn't lost your fire. If you're going to work here, we're going to make you suffer...but we will also let you taste something that few people get to do, something that you only got an offbrand of at your last job."

Jake leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Power. The type of power that doesn't require flaunting about or making an effort about being queen bitch. The type of power that let's you open doors with a text and have people freely give you what you want that anyone else would have had to work for."

Jake let his warm breath tickle over her neck before he pulled back, "Though that's only if you endure...which I don't think you can."

Jake reached for the pitcher, "First thing you'll have to do if you want to work here," he filled her glass, "drink another glass."

"Or bend over the table and this farce can come to an end and you can at least walk out with a little money." He said, placing the money on the table.

Jake went back to join his friends. pausing briefly, he tapped his finger against his brow. "As for suing us, you're perfectly free to. Though I'm guessing you'd have to go in with a free attorney...or maybe you'd at least find someone who's willing to consider that garbage disposal you call a vagina payment for their services...though as that form you signed outside stated, you'd have to pay for our attorneys and ours have higher standards...and that's to say nothing of the assault charge."

Jake sat down and smiled as he counted out her options on his fingers, "So, continue getting fucked in your job search, get fucked in the ass right here, get fucked in court, or drink the water and take the risk that we'll fuck you over...please be quick with your decision, Ms. Knightley.

 

[BarefootNikki]

He spat at me.

Jess felt the horrid, sticky, slimy mess slither down her face and onto her blouse. This reminded her of that time when that guy from the gym had whipped off the condom at the critical moment, and broken one of her golden rules. The spunk had been vile and humiliating on her face, and the spit was little better. What the hell had happened here? The people were the same, but somehow, the world had twisted bizarrely on its axis, leaving the balance of power entirely different.

I'm fucked, thought Jess. She knew who he was now, of course. The bitterness and the hatred felt suddenly so familiar, after all these years. Fight, Jess. Turn it around again.

"Jake Llewelyn," she said, injecting each word with as much abject contempt as she could muster. "The worm has turned. So, let's see what's actually going on here. Your life had become a crusade, frankly has always been a crusade, to get into my knickers. You pretend you've dreamed my 'options' up on the spot, that is total bullshit. You've wanted to fuck me up the ass ever since we stripped you naked and threw you in the fountain at the Rockefeller Center. Want to do that again, Jake? Want Matty and Miss Piggy to watch your little worm waving around whilst the tourists take photos?"

He was calm. He didn't flinch, just repeated his demand that she give her decision, and quickly. Come on, Jess.

"I'll give you the spit, OK? I'm not gonna sue anyone here. You're not getting your tiny dicks anywhere near my ass, and what will Miss Piggy use? She got a cock too? Would explain the hairy chin. Here's my last offer - I will work for you. You will get the honor of having the gorgeous Jess Knightley work for you. In college you would have jerked your little worm into oblivion at the thought."

He can do it, Jess thought. One word from him, and I'll never work again, at least in a job that lets me keep my clothes on. None of the old tricks are working. Regroup, thought Jess, you didn't get to be Jess Knightley by bending over and getting fucked in the ass. If I've got no other option, then that's all I can do. Wait for my chance, thought Jess. What the hell else can I do?

"Very well," said Jess, head high, eyes blazing. She picked up the water, and drank it in one long gulp.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Things had turned, Jake thought to himself. Whatever fear Jess invoked within him was gone and he could only barely fight back a grin as her acts of self-importance and ego started to wane and lose their impact, like a boxer who had just realized how underclassed she was; still throwing punches but only so her audience didn't realize she'd given up.

Jake then watched as Jess downed the the glass of water. He owed Jan for taking the brunt of Jess' tirade so he figured he should allow her to be the first to get her licks in. He waited until she set her glass down before he spoke.

"Excellent. We would have preferred a little less lip but I suppose we can look that over...for the moment,"Jake said, giving a sly wink to his friends, "Now, you may wonder why you were told to drink that water. There's a few reasons but the first one should be obvious: we want to get Stargaze inside of you as soon as possible, we want to wash out what's left of your old life and clear out the toxins that have accumulated there."

Jake looked at her with a smile, "Refreshing right? Now, the next thing we need to determne is what kind of assets we're gaining from you. Your previous business acumen won't do but what you said a second ago does intrigue me. You clearly know fashion and the little "displays" you put on for me and Matthew were stimulating...but that's just what we can see. For the rest of this interview, I think it would be best if you did it nude."

Jan spoke up, "Make sure to fold your clothes dear, their designer's a friend of mine and every thread is worth more than you right now."

Jake sighed, "Jan, you sound mad, I thought you were going to at least give her a chance...she's drunken the water and I'm sure she'll be willing to do whatever you ask."

Jan smiled, "Well, maybe if Ms. Knightley would apologize to my shoes. I mean I brought a cheap dress on purpose but she didn't even notice my heels and I just bought them," she pouted, "I mean, maybe if she got under the table and, I don't know...kissed them, they might feel better. Of course that's after she got naked. She's taken such pride in her appearance, it would be a shame for her to have been lying this whole time."

Jake turned back to Jess, "Well Jess? Tell you what, do as she says and we'll let you take a bathroom break to compose yourself."

 

[BarefootNikki]

I'm being bullied, thought Jess. It was a revelation to her; something entirely out of her comprehension or experience, as if they'd all started talking in some impenetrable foreign language. So this was what it was all about; a turning of the tables. This whole process was about Jake Llewellyn's revenge. She had bullied him for, what, seven years? She ruined his High School life, his college life, too. Seven years was a whole lot of revenge waiting to be served to her.

Don't panic, Jess kept telling herself. People can change their appearance, even their financial status, but they can't change their deepest nature. Jake Llewellyn, at heart, is a victim, and Jess Knightley, at heart, is a bully. He might be able to play at it for a while, with the backup of his little lieutenants, but when it really came to it, things would revert to type. She'd get a chance to turn the tables right back again, and when she did, God help the three people in front of her.

So what to do, right this minute? The problem still stood - no job for her, other than here. They had asked her to strip naked, right here, in this room. Much as it made her cheeks burn with rage and humiliation, much as every muscle in her body was in spasm against it, she knew that, right now, it was the right thing to do. Because she was Jess Knightley, because she was resourceful, because unlike life's victims, she knew that a few lost battles didn't mean giving up the war. There were three other people in this room. If she walked out, she'd end up working in a strip joint with, what, thirty, forty other people? It made sense to humiliate herself here.

Jess stared them all square in the face, and slipped off her shoes. Standing barefoot on the carpet, she thought of another advantage she had. She knew how bullies' minds worked. They would want her to cry, to plead, to put them on a real show. Well, sod them, she wouldn't. She would do it stoically, without emotion. As though she were the one in control. She took off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, and folded them both carefully across the chair.

"What you gentlemen are seeing," she said, as she lowered her skirt, "is a woman in her underwear. Now, other than on the internet, I imagine that this is a first for both of you. Miss Piggy, I'm sure that this bears very little resemblance to what you see in the mirror every day. These are called breasts, and these things here are called abs. Now, gentlemen, I'm going to take my underwear off, so make sure those little acorns don't shoot messy muck into your underpants, okay?"

Jess unclasped her bra. Her magnificent breasts fell free, though they needed no artificial suspension; despite their size, they were as strong and pert as when she was eighteen. She reached down, and whipped off her knickers.

"Natural blonde, Jake, but you knew that, didn't you? Right, time to lick Miss Piggy's trotters."

It was the worst, most humiliating thing Jess had ever done. Despite her confident words, she was churning with shame as she lowered her naked body beneath the desk. The bitch was right, her heels were expensive. They were also, probably intentionally, very dirty. Jess took a deep breath, steeled herself, and began to lick.

The good thing was that she couldn't really taste the mud. It was a bit yucky, but she'd tasted worse things in her life. The shoes were rough against her tongue, but became smoother as most of the dirt was transferred into her mouth. Jess licked and licked until they were shining, fully aware that they would make her do it again if they weren't satisfied. She stayed below the desk until she had swallowed all the dirt, and had worked some saliva back into her mouth. Then she stood up, drawing her magnificent frame back to its full height.

"So, there we are," said Jess. "I've done as you asked. May I please go to the bathroom now?"

 

[Strangebuddy]

The three board members of Stargaze had to admit they were impressed by Jess's physique. Even though she was still annoyed over Jess' continued insults, Jan had to nod appreciatively as she watched Jess strip and crawl towards her. Matthew meanwhile felt his cock start to fill out his underwear, despite his better judgement.

Jake however just chuckled to himself under his breath. It wasn't that he thought Jess was ugly...far from it, she was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen...but more that her inner thoughts were becoming more obvious. It was clear she was going to try and flaunt her ego as much as possible, to follow the letter of each order while going against the intent. She would keep her pride until he gave up or she broke.

Unfortunately for Jess, Jake had years of abuse to pay back, which gave him far more patience and imagination than Jess would ever give him credit for.

Jan smiled as she watched Jess stand, revealing her gorgeous body to her. She raised her leg up, allowing Matthew and Jake to see her fresh-cleaned shoe.

"Oh, she is a dedicated little girl, isn't she?" Jan said, moving the toe of her shoe like a metronome, "such a mouth on her though," She looked over at Jake, a knowing smile forming on her mouth.

Jake continued to ignore Jess after she made her request and smiled back at his friend, "Yes but you have to admit she put some effort into the task; she's a dedicated bitch, you might say."

Jake reached into the duffle bag he had brought from the security office and withdrew a folded square of cloth. He rose from the table, walked around to where Jess was and laid the cloth on ground in front of her. Still ignoring the beautiful nude woman, he unfolded the cloth, revealing that the cloth had a blue, tarp-like bottom, and white, cottony surface that had a quilted picture of a smiling dog.

http://www.amazon.com/Four-Wee-Wee-...qid=1426135114&sr=8-1&keywords=four+paws+pads

Jake went back to his seat.



"All right, Ms. Knightley, here's your bathroom. Go right ahead." Jake said with a smug smile. He'd like to see how Jess tried to keep her attitude with this challenge.

 

[BarefootNikki]

"Oh, please," thought Jess, as she took in what the pad meant. "Oh, please, no."

She was shaking. He wanted her to piss herself, to pee on the floor like an animal, to shame and humiliate herself beyond anything she had imagined. From her forehead to her toes, she felt herself glow bright pink with shame. She took a half step forward. Surely if she begged?

No! That is exactly what he wants, she thought. He want me on my knees, in tears, pleading with him. He wants the power of the bully, the power to make me beg, and then make me do it anyway. I won't do it, thought Jess. He's stripped me of my clothes, my dignity, but if he strips away the final vestige of my pride, then I really will be left with nothing.

"I thought," she began, but she could feel her voice shaking with humiliation. Jess stopped, swallowed hard, and started again. "I thought you were a successful company? Multi-million dollar offices, but its all for show, isn't it, Jake? You can't even afford a proper bathroom for your guests. I guess this is how Matty does it, out in his trailer in the Ozarks, huh? I have to inform you, that in New York we generally use a bathroom for this kind of thing, though Miss Piggy looks, and smells, like she goes straight in her knickers."

Three stony faces stared back at her. Time to get on with it, thought Jess. Her bladder was bursting from that damn water. She squatted down above the cloth, not missing the shuffling in the mens' trousers as she adopted the overtly sexual position.

Jess closed her eyes, relaxed her bladder, and tried to ignore the burning shame that prickled every inch of her skin. The spray came out fast, hard, and impossible to control. She gasped in relief as the tension in her bladder was eased as her pee splattered the cloth. Her foot slipped a little, and before she could correct herself, she had splattered pee all over the office carpet'; she corrected herself as quickly as she could, and finished herself off.

Jess stood, her bare feet stepping in her fresh piss, and she sighed with relief. The worst, surely, was over. Then she surveyed the piss-splattered floor, the look on the faces of the gang of three, and she started to feat that the worst had only just begun.....

 

[Strangebuddy]

Matthew kept his stone face, despite his disgust. He had never understood Jan's fascination with urine. He understood why she liked the power games and forcing people to do things but he could never stomach the fact that she delighted in making people, especially attractive young women, pee in front of her. Still, watching Jess finally start to lose her edge was a welcome respite to the bitchy attitude she had been tossing their way all morning.

Jan meanwhile was loving every second of Jess' newest humiliation. She could feel desire grow between her legs, even as Jess stumbled and let her piss hit the carpet. She hoped Jess would throw our a few more mentions of "Ms. Piggy," as she wanted the pleasure of watching the little bitch be completely broken.

Jake meanwhile started to understand the pleasure that bullies like Jess must have felt. The act itself wasn't arousing to him in the least...but the power he felt from being able to make her do it had him rock hard. He felt like all those long dead wishes of retribution he had when he went to school with Jan coming to light...and he could make every.last.one. of those wishes come true.

As he watched his Jess rise, he was reminded of one of his humiliations. He had been clothed for once. Though that was only because they were walking around the school lawn, where teachers were. Jess had asked him to help put up flyers for a function. The stated reward was also believable and highly desirable...that she would leave him alone for a week. The implied reward was to Jake's hormone-ridden mind, was the best offer ever: she would sit across the classroom from him in one of her micro skirts, letting him gaze at her lovely legs and possibly even catch a look at her panties when she uncrossed her legs.

However, there had been a catch: she had printed off 2,000 flyers, far more than necessary and had made Jake carry them...on a blustery March day. While at first Jake had managed to keep the flyers together by pressing his chin on the top of the stack, his arms started to weaken, not helped by the fact that Jess stopped to talk to every one of her bubble headed friends. Right as his arms started to shake and give out, Jess leaned in and whispered,

"Drop even one of those flyers, and I will make your life a living hell for the rest of the semester."

Jake didn't even last a minute. Jess blamed him for the mess when the flyers flew all over the campus and, in addition to having to pay for 2000 copies, Jake had to stay late every day until every last one was found and disposed of...which meant the school was abandoned except for him Jess, and whoever she wanted to invite by the time he was done.

This gave him an idea though. Just like Jess with the flyers, he had an opportunity here. He knew Jess didn't mean to pee on the carpet...but why let that stop him from dealing out some more punishment?

"Ms. Knightley, this is inexcusable. Those pads are meant for stupid puppies who aren't housebroken, not for someone who wants to work with us." He said, rising out of his chair with a look of pure rage on his face. He practically vaulted over the table and ran over to Jess, where he flung out his right hand and grabbed her hair and yanked her over to the table, where he flung her down, right in front of where he was sitting, "You come here, acting like a complete bitch and then you pee on my carpet and get your feet covered in piss. Well, if you're going to act like a bitch, I guess we'll treat you like one...though I think a little corporal punishment is due first.

He held her head against the table while his free hand flew up in the air like a baptist minister who was about to testify. He took a deep breath and then brought his hand down onto the ass of his former tormentor. Jake paused after that first strike. It was only a moment but a million thoughts filled that gap. He had actually laid hands on Jess. The humiliations before this had allowed him to hide behind his little table and an act of bravado. Now he was actively enacting his payback with his own hands.

Jake's hand flew out and then struck again, loudly filling the room with the resounding slap. He repeated this several times, becoming quicker and more confident as he struck her cheeks. He made sure to not grip her butt or linger on its delicious firmness, this was about punishment and retribution, not his own growing arousal. He wouldn't let Jess think he was still the sad little boy who would have given his last drop of blood for even a flash of her panties.

Jake lowered the intensity of the spanking but kept it rapid and continuous as he finally spoke orders for Jess.

"Say you're a dumb bitch."

*slap*

"Say you're sorry for peeing on the carpet"

*Slap*

"Tell Jan you're sorry for slapping her"

*Slap*

"Tell her she's the most gorgeous woman you've seen and you'd be lucky to even look a fraction as good as her."

*Slap*

And for a grand finale, how about you tell Matthew that you think Seattle is a great city?

*Slap*

And that only an idiot would even joke about Seattle being in Wyoming"

*Slap*

"Or Idaho"

*Slap*

"Or..."

Jake continued, slapping after each incorrect geographical region. He listened for Jess' response but kept striking, fully intent upon making her luscious butt as red as her cheeks.