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  Puppy Girls

  By Sara Tyr

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  Copyright 2012 Sara Tyr and Pink Leash Publishing

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  Learning Her Place

  Sara Tyr

  Aggravation and exasperation ate through my patience as I sat at my desk and clicked through the different progress reports. Not a single one mentioned his contributions to any group projects. So by the time I got to Nick’s report, I could feel the frustration all the way from my ribcage down to my fingertips.

  What did he send me?

  I got stuff done.

  I blinked several times, suddenly furious.

  Jerk! Idiot! A slow, boiling rage spread through me. I was not going to tolerate this kind of insubordination from one of my employees. When I hired someone, I demanded the best. I also demanded complete obedience. If I told him to write a report, then he had better do it or heads would start to roll. I didn’t care why he messed up like this. He could have been going for funny. Maybe he was stressed out or had some kind of medical issue. Screw it. I didn’t care because he didn’t obey my orders.

  He was about to learn what happened to people who messed with me.

  Granted, I worked my employees very hard. They called me bad names when they thought I couldn’t overhear. Just because I wouldn’t cow to every vacation request or sick leave application, they figured I was some slave driver. Frankly, I didn’t care.

  So long as they did their jobs and made me money, they could say whatever they wanted. On the flip side, I had absolutely no problem terminating any position that became unnecessary. Considering the sorts of contracts I might negotiate overseas, that happened pretty frequently.

  But then there was Nick.

  Simply thinking his name set my teeth on edge. Don't get me wrong. He was smart and charismatic and could have been my Star employee. When he interviewed for his position as an electrical engineer in my company, I thought I hit the jackpot. Seriously, this guy had incredible credentials, and when I quizzed him about some of our field’s more complicated equations and controversies, Nick defended himself and his approaches with grace and a clever wit.

  In fact, the only reason I might have hesitated to hire this man was because he was pretty attractive. But as his boss, I put those thoughts out of my mind.

  Besides, that got a lot easier as his attitude started to come through. Despite his natural abilities, Nick and I quickly butted heads. On his first day, I gave him a simple assignment and he turned in something entirely different. The design schematics were brilliant but not what I wanted, nor what I needed. Clearly, he didn't know how to work in organizations like mine. He didn't know how to obey me and do what he was told without question.

  When I hire someone, I expect loyalty and I expect obedience. Sure, this might make me sound like an ogre or slave driver, but I don't care. My principal goal as owner of my company was simple. I wanted to make money.

  After all, that's what all companies are for.

  As I stared at the screen and his progress report, I blinked several times, unable to truly understand what he had just done. Another manager might have seen his comments as some kind of cry for help. Nick had so much intelligence and creativity. He could've been an incredible asset. Yet right then, I knew he had to go.

  I have all the documentation I needed. This last progress report simply clinched it.

  Other employers might have waited until the end of the day. I didn’t care that it was early morning or that everyone would guess what was about to happen. I printed up his report, gathered it together with a few other standard documents, and headed through our office.

  My firm employed more than a hundred people. Together, my employees and I handled contracts for the military, various corporations, and altogether, it made me a very powerful and very wealthy woman. I saw it in the faces of everyone who worked for me. I was still in my twenties and yet I owned and controlled all of this.

  Whenever someone told me I couldn’t do something, I worked hard to prove them wrong. Whenever someone doubted me, I used that mistake against them. So Nick wasn’t going to be a problem, or so I thought.

  My company occupied the top two floors. I strode the halls as the mistress of my domain. All the while, I wondered how Nick was going to react. Would he grovel? Would he begged me for the chance to earn back my trust and respect? Those images made me grin.

  But when I got to his office, I wiped that smirk off of my face, smoothed out my blouse and skirt and readied myself for whatever I’d on the other side of the door. Nick actually enjoyed one of the bigger offices in the firm. To be completely honest, I think he won it in a poker game with some of his fellow employees.

  I knocked on the door once, turned the handle, and quickly stepped inside. Nick was at his desk and glanced up at me as though my presence hardly mattered at all.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I put on my most imperious expression, "Nick, we need to talk about your position here. I don't believe it's working out, so you're fired, effective immediately." In spite of myself, I could feel some of the glee leaking into my tone of voice. I couldn't help it, not when the smug bastard had been wasting my time for several months.

  He didn't blanch or go white. Nick didn't seem freaked out at all. As I glowered at him, he leaned back
in his chair. He even had the gall to stick his shoes up on his desk before blithely asking, "Really? I’m fired. You know I’m the most qualified person you have.”

  "Which isn't relevant if you refuse to do your job. And this is not doing your job," I said and pulled out his report. Slamming it down on the desk, I braced my weight on both hands and stared at him, daring Nick to defy me again.

  "But I have been doing my job. In fact, I just ran the last model, and a very certain you will be interested to see what I've accomplished. It'll change your whole world," he told me without a trace of irony.

  Somehow, I didn't believe him. Because even if he had stumbled onto something useful, I had no doubt still remain a total pain in the ass. And frankly, I didn't want to deal with that anymore. My employees needed to know their place. They needed to understand that they belonged to me.

  "You know what? I don't really care, Nick. You've already wasted enough of my time." I leaned a little bit closer and stared at him with all of my fury. I wanted him to understand that he couldn't talk his way out of this situation. No matter how smart or funny or handsome he happened to be, Nick was going to be fired. He was going to put all of his little knickknacks in a cardboard box and leave my building in disgrace. "You messed with me. You failed. Now leave or do I have to call security."

  Nick nodded as though he finally made a good decision. He stood up and even though he was taller than me, I kept glaring at him. "Finally, a good decision. I expect you to be gone by lunchtime.” With that, I turned around and headed back for the door.

  Behind me, I could hear him moving around. I heard him open a drawer. But I had no idea what he was about to do.

  Nick rushed up to me. In one fractioned second, I thought he was going to beg or do something else embarrassing. But no, he came up behind me and wrapped something around my neck. In a blur of movement, it came down around my front. Then he pulled tight and I heard something click, then something beep.

  "Override: stop."

  Those words didn't mean anything to me. They just didn't make sense, especially because it sounded like Nick was giving a command to a computer. He carefully enunciated each word. That made me think he might have completely lost it.

  What did he think was going to happen? Did he think he could tell me to stop, to refrain from calling security and have his butt kicked out of my building? It would have been absurd except for one thing.

  I stopped.

  Because I’m strong, I didn’t panic. At first, I thought I must have stepped into something because my feet felt rooted to the floor. Other bizarre theories darted through my head. Maybe there were magnets in the floor. Perhaps I had caught on some kind of groove. None of those explanations really made sense, but they seemed even less likely than the truth.

  I tried to rip my feet from the floor. Thinking that it was just a question of strength, I yanked hard. Or I tried to. Within a second or two, I realized that my legs simply weren’t responding. It wasn’t that I was stuck. My body really wasn’t doing what I wanted.

  Nick sauntered around me. He was grinning. “It works,” he said, perhaps impressed with his own creation. We stared at each other for several seconds, neither of us entirely sure what was going to happen next. He regained some kind of composure first and started to laugh. “It works! Dude, it really works! I mean, I’m good but who thought I could be this awesome?”

  Finally catching up, my hands went to the device he had placed around my neck. I tried to touch it, but the instant my fingertips came into contact with its surface, I felt a jolt of electricity. The spark burned through my nerves, forcing me to jerk my hands back.

  “What is this?”

  Nick had sounded positively giddy before, but now his face turned serious as though he remembered something important. “This, my dear boss, is a technological marvel, and I built it myself.” He shook his head, clearly impressed with his own brilliance. I wanted to smack him, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to glance down again. I kept expecting to see something physically binding my legs.

  I couldn’t actually believe that this device somehow managed to hold me in place.

  “This is a training collar. It can be used to influence any portion of your nervous system. And the best part? It’s voice controlled. Whoever wears this becomes completely dependent on the people around them.”

  “Fine. Then how do I get it off?” I said and poked the collar again. Collar. I hated those two syllables. Collars were for dogs and pets. No, no way this could be appropriate for someone like me.

  Nick leaned in closer and smiled, “You don’t. You’re going to wear it until I’m convinced your training is complete.”

  A cold chill settled across my cheeks and moved down my neck as I processed what he just told me. He couldn’t be serious. Again, my hands flew up to the collar. I thought that I could simply tear it off or maybe work the connecting mechanism. This time, I knew the shock of electricity was coming, so maybe I could hold out against it long enough to free myself.

  Nick stepped back and watched, obviously amused by my attempt. Ignoring him, I concentrated on the task at hand. If I could defeat this thing, then I’d show this smug jerk that he wasn’t nearly as smart as he believed. Knocking him down a couple pegs would be even better than firing him.

  First, I gripped the edges and pulled. I thought I could shatter whatever clasp held this thing around my neck. I pulled hard even as a storm of energy simmered through the contact. It hurt, but I gritted my teeth and did my best. I tried not to think how the mild agony racing through my body. Pain was just a sensation, and sensations couldn’t control me. I used to say the same thing about fatigue when I first started my company.

  On and on, I fought to free myself. After a couple of seconds, I realized the collar wouldn’t break. I had to do this smart, so I tried to reach for the nap of my neck where I felt that extra bit of weight.

  I felt the clasp’s release. I tried to press down, but the second my muscles clenched to make the mechanism let go, another blast of pain roared through me. I couldn’t hold it. Despite my best determination, my hands were jerked back. “How do I get this off?” I demanded, staring up at Nick.

  He reached down and stroked my cheek. His hand moved up to my temple and then through my black hair. He gripped me hard and pulled me close, “You don’t. Like I said, you’re going to stay collared until I’m sure you’ve been properly trained.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Enough questions,” he decided. “Override: quiet. No calling for help. Override: don’t move a muscle.”

  Before then, the impulse to slap him or simply scream for some of my employees had been simmering at the back of my mind. Only the fact that I didn’t want to appear weak had kept me from throwing around my full weight as everyone’s boss. He couldn’t do this to me! But he issued that order, the collar beeped, and suddenly I couldn’t control my body.

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything. Somehow, the piece of equipment locked around my neck managed to disrupt any and all control I had over my body. It must have had safeties in place because I could blink and breathe, but that was all. Hell, I couldn’t even move my tongue within the confines of my mouth.

  “Very nice,” he said as Nick circled me, inspecting me. I could feel his eyes move along the length of my body. He paused behind me, and I could picture his gaze on me as he checked out my ass. He had done that as I walked through the office, not that he would have ever admitted. But now? Now Nick admired me and didn’t bother hiding the way he ogled me.

  Before he circled back to face me, he reached around me. My blouse had been tucked into my dark brown skirt. With a white top, that knee-length skirt, and my severe stockings, I probably looked a lot like an aggressive librarian. But he grabbed the silky of my top and yanked it out. I couldn’t respond, but my eyes widened and my breathing turned frantic.

  His fingers crawled along my navel, up my torso, all the way to my sternum before h
e spread out his digits and worked them under my bra cups. He touched my breasts, gripped them in his palms and started to massage me.

  I wanted to ask what he was doing, but then he chuckled as I felt a different sort of heat start to work its way down from my chest. He made my nipples hard with his firm attention. Then he stretched the material of my satin undergarment and pinched my nipples. I would have cried out, but I didn’t get that option, not with that damned collar wrapped around my neck. Instead, I had to settle for a sharp exhalation as he kept teasing me.

  “This is very nice. Yeah, I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you. But wait, what else do we have?” he asked rhetorically since there was no way I could answer. His right hand kept kneading and massaging my breast, but then he moved down with his left. It took me a second to understand where he was going.

  “You’re always such an uptight bitch,” he said without malice. The way Nick talked, it sounded like nothing but a sad and obviously true commentary. Again, I let out a sharp exhalation. It was the only form of protest I had available to me. “But I think I know what’ll help you relax.”

  Nick unsnapped one of my buttons. That loosened my skirt enough for him to press further downward. He stuck his fist into my panties and stroked my pubic hair, “Very cute. You’re trying to fight the collar, aren’t you? Well, you can’t get out. This is how things are going to work now.”

  I didn’t believe him. There was no way this would last more than a few minutes. That’s what I kept repeating to myself anyway. As his fingers worked their way along my flesh, I concentrated on retaking control. There had to be some way. This was such a small piece of equipment. Its battery had to be limited. More specifically, Nick didn’t get a lot of time to put it together. Only seconds before, he admitted I was the first test, which meant that I should have been able to exploit some sort of glitch.