7. Week 2 Part 1

Week 2
Written By Laristopa .

“WAKE UP, MR. EVANS!!”

Chris flung himself from his bed, having been ripped out of a deep slumber. He landed in a heap on the floor with a pounding heart. His bleary eyes focused on Miss Valentine, who was staring down at him with wide, crazy eyes from the middle of his dark bedroom.

She shouted down at him angrily, “I stood on your porch for almost an hour! You give one week of effort and think you can get lazy!?”

Chris struggled to his knees, trying to get his heart and breathing under control. Miss Valentine surged towards him until he was staring at her muscled thighs.

He looked up at her in a daze and muttered, “My—my phone broke, so I didn’t have my alarm…”

She growled and shoved him by the shoulders as she mimicked him in a high-pitched, mocking tone, “My phone broke; it’s not my fault.”

Chris landed hard on his back, and an arc of fear shot up his spine. She was unhinged! He jumped to his feet, prepared to defend himself, but the morning dizziness hit hard, and he collapsed back onto his knees. Miss Valentine pressed towards him, and he was once again face to face with her thighs. Chris caught a quick whiff of Miss Valentine’s musk, and a surge of blood rushed into his boxers.

He weakly explained, “I—I got mad and broke it by accident. I’m sorry! I was going to get a new one, but I didn’t have time yesterday!”

Miss Valentine’s breaths were coming in heavy—she was so angry!

She spat, “So, your typical male aggression took over and negatively impacted my training regiment, huh? Pathetic! Oh, I’ll get you a new phone, Mr. Evans; don’t you worry about that! Get your ass in that bathroom and get ready!”

Miss Valentine shoved Chris towards the bathroom, and he groaned as his shoulder impacted the floor. He was no stranger to rough treatment as he did a lot of his own stunts, but this felt so much different. This was scarier and somehow felt more dangerous.

She turned to yell as she stomped out of the bedroom, “I better not see you downstairs without Sylvie’s nail polish! You don’t get to eat until you have it on!”

When she was gone, Chris winced and used the nearby bed to slowly raise to his feet. He was shaking, and his heart was pounding. Whether it was from the lingering surprise of being awoken from a dead sleep, his empty stomach, or his body's natural response to Miss Valentine’s sudden physicality, Chris was unsure.

He tried to think of his next move, but his stomach demanded food, and his brain was fuzzy. A combination of fear, hunger, fatigue, arousal, and a distant, quiet voice in the back of his mind ordering him to obey led him to the bathroom. How did Miss Valentine know about the nail polish? Sylvie must have told her he didn’t want to keep it on! He should have just kept it on while she was there. He cursed at himself under his breath for multiple stupid mistakes.

He considered shaving but decided against it. His stubble was sparser and shorter than normal, probably due to the weight loss. He brushed his teeth, combed his longer hair, and washed his face. All the while, Chris was trying to make sense of the whole ordeal. That little voice way in the back of his brain was working overtime to assuage his concerns. He knew he’d messed up, but Miss Valentine’s response was over-the-top! She couldn’t just barge into his room—into his house—and assault him!

Chris opened the ‘forgotten drawer’ and retrieved the black polish. If wearing some nail polish got him breakfast and a chance to talk to Miss Valentine calmly, it was worth it. He could always take it off anyway. He followed Sylvie’s training and soon had his fingers and toes painted.

Once the polish was applied and drying, Chris found a red compression shirt and some black basketball shorts. He carefully slipped them on to avoid smudging the paint. He carried his socks down the stairs to let his drying feet air out while gently blowing on his fingers just like Sylvie showed him. Miss Valentine was waiting for him with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. Chris felt a twitch of fear strike in his chest when her dark eyes fixated on him.

She spoke harshly, “You will ensure your fingernails and toenails are painted every day, no ifs, ands, or buts. If you want to waste your time and take it off after I leave and reapply it in the morning, that’s your choice. I trust Sylvie’s training plan, and you should too. I also need your house key to make a copy. I don’t want to keep having to find unlocked windows around your house when you don’t feel like being up on time.”

Chris blew on his fingers and rolled his eyes. He prepared to say something snarky but stopped when his gaze found hers. She was staring daggers into him. That little twitch of fear blossomed in his chest, and his eyes shot to the floor nervously. His stomach growled deeply as the wheels in his dizzy brain turned. It made sense. She shouldn’t have to worry about whether he’d be up or not. And, if she was already coming over every day, it wasn’t like he was worried she was going to steal from him or anything like that.

Chris nodded before giving a little pushback, “I’m sorry I didn’t wake up on time, Miss Valentine, but could you please not push me like that? I really didn’t like it, and I would hate to push back on accident and hurt you.”

Miss Valentine smirked, and her tone was warmer, “Apology accepted. Like I said, I’ll make sure you get a new phone so it won’t be a problem again. I’m sorry you didn’t like what I did, but I wouldn’t have to push you like that if you didn’t make such dumb mistakes like breaking your own phone, right?”

Chris shrugged and blew on his fingers a little more before responding, “Yeah, that was pretty dumb.”

Miss Valentine’s smirk turned to a full grin as she motioned to the kitchen, “Let’s get your breakfast and your house key, okay?”

The rest of the day went a lot smoother, and Miss Valentine’s mood improved dramatically. Chris ate his tiny breakfast and swallowed his pills, then gave Miss Valentine his house key, which was on the same ring as his car key. He fiddled with the ring but stopped when Miss Valentine demanded the key right away. Chris felt fear, arousal, and the submissive voice in the back of his head working together to compel him to relinquish his keys. When he reluctantly did so, Miss Valentine assured him she would bring them both back after making a copy of the house key.

With the polish finally dry, Chris put on his socks and expensive black Nikes. He then headed downstairs to begin an intense workout. Miss Valentine had Chris jumping between the treadmill, stationary bike, and stair master with micro breaks in between. She blamed Chris for the difficulty of the day, saying he “gave himself less time by sleeping in.” He was pouring with sweat and struggled to catch his breath. Despite the difficulty, Chris was determined to succeed and pushed himself to the limit. He consistently chugged pink water and noticed he was starting to enjoy the taste. During the workout, he kept getting distracted by his fingers. He just wasn’t used to having color attached to them!

When it was over, a salty chocolate shake slid down Chris' gullet while he cringed. He was never going to get used to these nasty shakes! It was a struggle to finish, but he eventually managed to do it.

He then headed upstairs to take a shower with Miss Valentine’s strange, unknown products. The smell was still unsettling, but at least he felt clean afterwards. Chris settled onto the couch with his flower headphones. He didn’t mind wearing the headphones because it meant he got to relax. There was nary a treadmill in sight!

Miss Valentine clicked on another show that Chris had only ever heard of.

Once again, he started watching the show, and his eyelids felt heavy. He fell asleep shortly after, and his afternoon nap was filled with dreams of a muffled voice droning on about...submitting? The voice was so far away and muffled that he could barely make out what it was saying.

Chris awoke to the sound of canned laughter. It was dark in the room. He looked at the screen and saw Carrie and Samantha reconciling about their latest spat. Miss Valentine shut the television off and threw Chris a towel. He wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead. Why was he always so sweaty when he woke up?

She approached and handed an object down while speaking. It was a cell phone. “Here, I got this from my niece, Madison, while you were napping. I already removed all her pictures, videos, and contacts. I added a few in there for you, but you’ll have to do the rest yourself.”

Chris examined the phone in his hands. It was so girly! His painted nails certainly looked more appropriate when holding the pink monstrosity. It didn’t matter; he’d use the phone for the week and get a new one on Sunday before Sylvie arrived. He opened it to the home screen.

Even the apps were girly-looking! Chris tapped around the screen and saw the contacts contained a few members of the production staff and Sal. Otherwise, the contacts were empty. Chris’ stomach dropped when he realized he didn’t know anybody’s number! He calmed down when he remembered he could just bring his busted phone and transfer the data over. He just had to use this phone for a week. He tried opening Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, and all other manner of apps only to find they were all blocked by parental controls. The only apps that seemed to work were the various dress-up and princess games for young girls.

“Hey!” Chris complained, “This phone won’t let me do anything.”

Miss Valentine responded plainly, “Yeah, I noticed that. She got it when she was ten, and my sister is...protective. I couldn’t figure out how to turn the parental controls off.”

Chris grumbled but pocketed the pink cell phone. At least he could put on an alarm.

Dinner followed alongside more pills. Miss Valentine left, and Chris went up to bed, feeling exhausted. He opted to keep the nail polish on as there was no reason to take it on and off every day. He did his usual teeth and hair brushing before stripping down and jumping into bed wearing only his boxer shorts.

For laughs, he played one of Madison’s downloaded games, 'The Princess Ball.' He mindlessly tapped at the simple puzzles, which involved combining colors. The puzzle somehow coordinated with a princess putting on her makeup, which Chris watched her do in stages. How well he did on the puzzle determined the quality of the makeup application. He went through a few different scenarios with different princesses. It seemed like he ran some sort of salon. On one attempt, he made a mental error and watched as the princess smeared makeup around her lips. He laughed as the cartoon princess got angry at him. He proceeded to mess around and tactfully sabotage the poor cartoon girls. He closed the app and set his alarm while chuckling. It may have been meant for girls to play, but the game was good for a little laugh.

He took a heavy gulp of pink water and drifted to sleep.

Laristopa .
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