Thread: Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

Did she need a break? Had he been listening? Katherine nodded, not saying anything. Then, unbelievably, things got even worse for her. Somehow Michael was describing her plan pretty much exactly the way she'd cooked it up, and had been playing her the whole time she'd been playing him. She hated it but Katherine was pretty sure her cheeks were burning at this point. Her fingers were still knotted in her lap and she was visibly squirming as she felt like he was practically chastising her, a mostly unfamiliar feeling to Katherine as she'd never been sent to the principal's office except to pick up awards. His next words were like rays of sunlight. Followed immediately by a thunder storm. She could have her break, and Katherine let out a soft sighed breath of relief, only to hear him add his own terms now. If she wanted a break, she would have to use one of her stupid challenges! He was sitting there, and she was sure he was feeling very smug even if he somehow kept his face fairly neutral if perhaps a bit on the disapproving side. And he just kept sitting there staring at her, making her more uncomfortable, her body getting more and more tense, her legs jittery in front of her. If she weren't so non-violent by nature Katherine felt like this might be the rare time when she possibly might want to punch someone right in the face. It was when he finally spoke up again, breaking the silence and making it clear he expected her to decide, that she really lost it. Look! Katherine let the anger burn, stoked the fire to let it fuel her, hoping an intense and deeply felt speech would somehow sway him like in the final scene of so many movies. What's with the 'obey' crap? If you're that misogynistic you think that's part of the sexual deal for a woman, well, at least I'll give you credit for being consistent. But 'simple instructions'? Did you really go to the same University as me? I may be angry, and I may frustrate you, but I'm not stupid, and I really am not enjoying your subtle digs. Most important, though, is that I do NOT admit failure. Especially where it comes to defending the weaker girls who need someone strong to stand up for them. It's just not my nature. She found she'd risen from her chair with some instinctive understanding that she needed the high ground over him, to make him look up at her. If it gave her bottom a little break from the chair, so much the better. Katherine stood glaring at him, waiting for him to change his mind, or to declare them both winners the way he must have been taught in University as well. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at him aggressively. Then petulantly. She couldn't help it as her emotions started cycling almost out of control, each one playing out in front of his desk for him to see. It took a minute, a slow circle around the chair with her hand on her chin like she was deep in frustrated thought and trying to stay patient with his inability to understand how he was supposed to behave in a situation like this. But eventually, she had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do and no complaints left to submit, just standing at the front of his desk, both hands on the desk, unable to will him to relent. I... I... if I use one of the challenges... I can't let them down, can't let me Dad down, don't you understand? He didn't understand, or at least didn't say anything about it. Just sat there. How much time did he have? Katherine hung her head, staring at the rich wood of the desk top, hearing only her own rushed breathing, her anxiety all too clear. Still looking down, I'll do what you want, but today better be short. Just the, what, the examination, for the exercise thing? Ok, I'll do that, no safe word. But you're on thin ice right now. It sounded ridiculous even to her, but her heart needed to say it, needed to compensate for what she was going to do. Right here? Right now? Yeah, of course. Her tone like a kid being sent to her room when she just knows she doesn't deserve it. She unbuttoned the blouse, one button at a time and then shrugged her shoulders out of it, set it down on the wooden chair behind her like it was a priceless possession. She stood now with her slender shoulders and tight tummy exposed, still in her white sports bra. She waited for a moment but of course there was no sign it was enough, so she unzipped the business skirt and slipped it down her hips and stepped out of that as well. Katherine crossed her arms defiantly over her chest again, standing right up against the desk which hid most of her legs and white cotton panties from him. But he could still see so much more of her than he deserved. Ok, so you can see, I'm in shape. All the crunches should be pretty obvious, my legs are toned, my arms maybe not so muscular but they're in shape. So? Do I pass?