Thread: Comeuppance (crazy)

But where is Tony? Ingrid or maybe it was Agnes, or Elsa, Pepper didnt care to try and tell them apart asked for what must have been the fortieth time, even as Pepper was ushering them out the door. She wasnt sure how many more times she could explain it without going insane. Still, she gave the girls a taut smile, though they mightve noticed how her hands were balled into fists at her sides. Theres a car waiting to take you wherever youd like to go for breakfast, Pepper said, courtesy of Mr. Stark, who expresses his thanks for a wonderful evening. Hes very busy at the moment and shouldnt be disturbed. She didnt even know why she bothered making up excuses for him, but on the plus side, these girls were stupid enough to believe anything. However, theyd still been annoyingly hesitant to leave, as though Tony would come marching down the stairs and greet them warmly and tell them hed ordered a romantic breakfast in. This simply was not the case. If they didnt understand that, then they were even dumber than Pepper had initially thought, and that was saying something. May I escort you out? Pepper offered with the same strained expression, as though it caused her real physical pain to smile at them. She didnt wait for them to answer, just held the door open for them expectantly. Finally, they obeyed, and Pepper walked the three of them to the driveway, helped them into the car, and gave them a little jerky wave of her hand as the vehicle disappeared down the winding drive and through the privacy gates, its passengers never to be seen nor heard from again. This was a small comfort, but Pepper had learned to take even the tiniest victories. Now. She had a few very important phone calls to make. You see, Pepper Potts was a patient woman but shed reached her breaking point today. Or rather, last night. For him to have the audacity to do that in the back of the limo while she was sitting no more than a few feet away from him, well, it was absolutely vile. And then shed had to send bottle after bottle up to his room. Didnt he understand that she had work to do, that her job was more than just facilitating his deviancy? Well, that was her job, sometimes, but still. Being woken up from her pleasant nap on the couch finally, a little sleep, despite the laughter and moans and screams coming from upstairs, but no, she couldnt even have that for very long and made to go out to the store and pick up a carton of ice cream for them at three oclock on the morning was the last straw. Tony clearly took her entirely for granted, but that wasnt even the point. The point was Tony. Just, Tony Stark , who was insufferably lascivious and indulgent. He could pick any woman out of a crowded party and have her, and then dispose of her just as easily and while he slept through his hangover the next morning, his loyal assistant was left to grin and bear it and clean up his mess. Pepper was always the one the girls hated, the one they glared at and spoke down to as though she were personally responsible for Tonys promiscuity and sexism. And it wasnt even that, really. Pepper had been doing this for years. But for some reason, last night, and this morning, shed decided that she was through with it. Tonys careless womanizing had to stop. He needed to be taught that women were more than just play things that he could use for his pleasure and then send on their merry way without a care in the world for their feelings. Pepper was going to make sure he understand the full affect that the Tony Stark treatment had on a person, because, well, today, Tony would be receiving it himself. First, Pepper needed to correct a few scheduling conflicts. That was her job, first and foremost. She pulled out her phone and dialed. Chet Holloways office, please. Thank you. Hello, Mr. Holloway, this is Pepper Potts. Holloways cheerful, booming voice filled her ear a moment later he always sounded rather like everybodys favorite, good-natured uncle who got drunk at Christmas parties and told the most hilarious stories. Good morning! To what do I owe this pleasure? And please, call me Chet. Chet, I apologize, but your meeting with Mr. Stark is going to have to be rescheduled. Hes not feeling very well. Holloway laughed, which was a good sign. Ah, hung over, huh? Well thats fine a few things just came up for this afternoon anyway... When did you have in mind? Pepper gave a little laugh, but neither confirmed nor denied Tonys hangover. Mr. Stark would love to meet you for dinner tonight, his treat. How does Lattanzi, seven oclock, sound? Thatd be wonderful! I hate those big formal meetings anyway, and Lattanzi, thats a good place, theyve got the best costolette di agnello , Holloway replied amiably. Well see you then. And I know nothings set in stone, yet, but well bring the contracts anyway Doesnt hurt to be prepared, you know Yes, of course. Thank you again, Chet. Well talk to you then. Pepper ended the call with the satisfied smirk, made a few quick stops upstairs, which included a change of clothes, and then returned downstairs to make reservations at the restaurant, an extra length of silk rope still swinging idly from her fingers. She was polite and professional as always. The Maitre d never wouldve guessed that she was standing there in her underwear, nor that she had just tied her boss to his own bed, gagged him, and intended to have her wicked way with him very shortly. Pepper made herself some coffee and toast, and sat in the kitchen for a while, reading the days paper and relishing in Tonys suffering. Hed have to be awake by now, and waiting impatiently for her to come find him and help him, but not today. It was on Peppers whim that he was released from his bondage, and it wouldnt be for a good while. Pepper finished her toast, lingered on her second cup of coffee, and finally, once shed finished reading the paper, she cleaned up and went upstairs. She knocked on the door twice, as she always did, before entering. However, Tony wouldnt find her carrying a bottle of water and some aspirin for his headache, and he certainly would be surprised to see that today she had opted for a morerevealing look, as opposed to her usual skirt and blazer. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black lace boyshorts, a nearly see-through white wife beater tank, and a dark green silk robe, which stopped at about mid-thigh, and was tied only loosely. Good morning Tony. Pepper smiled at him, but there was nothing remotely wholesome or kind about it. Or should I say, good afternoon, since youve slept in past noon, like you always do. There was a detectable edge to her voice, a little tremor, like the quake of a dam about to collapse under pressure. Do you know what Ive spent the morning doing? Cleaning up after you. Getting your dry cleaning. Picking out your clothes. Ordering your breakfast just the way you like it. You couldnt even tie your shoes without me, and how do you repay me? Every morning I have to take care of your whores, I have to arrange things for them and see them out and explain to them why you dont want to see them anymore. Im sick of it. If you want to take me for granted, thats fine, you always have, but Im not doing this , she gestured wildly around the room, anymore. Because this is wrong. The endless parade of women its got to stop. Pepper walked around the bed, then toward the wall, to the open bar that Tony had in his room, of all places. Youre no better than the sluts you bring home, so Im gonna treat you like one, she explained. Just saying the words sent an exhilarating shock through her, like adrenalin. She poured herself a glass of scotch, and turned around, smiling slightly. Is this how you like to do it? she asked as she approached the bed again. Get them drunk so they dont know what theyre doing, so they cant say no to you? Not that theyd want to, right, since youre the great Tony Stark , she snarled, throwing back the scotch and grimacing at the taste. She tossed the glass away carelessly, listening to it land on the carpet with a thud, as she climbed on the bed. Or do you like to just get right to it? Pepper yanked his legs apart and settled between them, her hands on her thighs, holding them apart, as though she were about to penetrate him. Im going to teach you how it feels to be used and then thrown away like you mean nothing, she said, running her hands up his chest, and to his face, where she removed the ball gag. No talking, she said immediately, and if he didnt obey, she wasnt afraid to punish him. I dont care what you have to say. All your mouth is good for is licking pussy or sucking dick now. Pepper moved again, this time to remove her panties, and then straddle his chest, shoving her cunt in his face. Do it, she ordered.