Story: The Bittys

Lara was uniformly despised by all the women at Lehman’s real estate. They believed she was a flirt and a tease and was setting a bad example. They believed all she did all day was strut about the office tossing her long dark luxurious hair at any man that came through the door. No decent 21st century woman should flaunt themselves before a man and adore his attentions as she did! No woman particularly Lara should receive so much attention either they figured. Not more then they received certainly. Not when she went around shamelessly displaying her body in her tight designer outfits and sky high heels. Had she no decency! None of them ever displayed themselves in such a way. They dressed with modesty and decorum.

Worse still her seductive and charming ways entranced their clients more then they cared to admit and they had all lost clients to her. None of them wished to admit that they could have been nicer to their male clientele, but that was the kind of nasty old bittys they were. 

Then the quarterly figures came out and Lara was at the top for the third quarter in a row. Only during her first quarter had she had lower figures than anyone else. It was clear she was hurting them. Something had to be done.

So they decided to do something about it.

A week later they enacted their plan. Lara was in her office when the lead came in. The Bittys were so clever that although Lara knew they didn't approve of her or particularly like her she didn't suspect they actually meant her harm. So she accepted the lead from Sally and found it to be very promising. Much of the footwork had even been done for her by Sally. The client, a Mr. Leamus, had already been shown around and had found a house he liked, negotiated a price with the seller and gotten financing. All she needed to do was drive over to the client’s house with some paperwork and close the deal. For doing so she would make a healthy sizable commission. More than enough to trade in her flashy Mercedes for a newer model. Needless to say she wasted no more time dawdling around in the office.

As always she made sure her long hair was perfect, her makeup flawless and her tight bottom hugging pantsuit was worn to maximum effect before heading out. Sally had to restrain herself during Lara's primping lest her sharp tongue ruin their plans. It was absolutely necessary after all that Lara go to the closing not expecting trouble. Fortunately Lara was too excited to notice Sally's odd behavior and left in her fancy car without noticing anything other than how excessively friendly Sally seemed that morning.

When she arrived at the large Victorian home on ten acres just outside of town she noticed there were several cars parked in the driveway. That actually relived her a bit as the home was rather isolated, the next house being nearly a quarter of a mile way through the woods. She rang the bell and put on a big smile to greet the client. She was quite surprised when instead of a whale of a client another two of the Bittys, Anne and Clara answered the door. Before she could so much as register her surprise though they grabbed her by the arms and pulled her inside. Phyllis, another of the Bittys then locked the door behind them as Lara was pulled deeper into the house. Lara asked what was going on and why they were there and where the client was and they all just laughed.

They told her the whole thing had been a ruse. The lead was a fake. There was no Mr. Leamus and the papers she had brought with her had never come from a financial organization of any kind. Sally had made them to fool her and after she was finished covering their tracks at the office she would be along to help them deal with her.

Lara was confused by all this. Deal with her? What was going on? Were they mad at her? She asked many questions to which Anne finally just replied that they were sick of her strutting around the office truing every man’s head and stealing their clients. She was going to take a little vacation, they had even already left management a note to that effect, and during this vacation they were going to teach her a lesson about the pecking order and make sure that she never stepped out of line again.

They told her that as the new girl she was at the very bottom of the pecking order. It went in order of seniority they explained. It went Sally, then Phyllis, then Clara and Anne and then finally her. This structure had been in place for years and had served the company well and they weren’t about to let her just disregard it. She was to respect and defer to anyone above her in the order as they routinely did themselves. In this way they had order.

Lara couldn’t believe what they were telling her. They had tricked her and were now going to hold her against her will to teach her some antiquated system of office hierarchy? This was madness! Furious she screamed at them and kicked and clawed until they let go of her. She then made a mad dash for the door.

For a woman in her fifties Phyllis was in surprisingly good shape. When she saw Lara run for the door she charged after her and caught her before she could unlock the deadbolt and escape. She grabbed Lara by one of her ears and painfully pulled her away from the door. Phyllis had been a schoolteacher at one point in her life and new just how to twist the ear so as to totally incapacitate willful brats like Lara.

Escape attempt averted Clara and Anne again took charge of Lara and pulled her into an old living room area, stripped off her tight designer suit, heels and expensive lingerie, threw her over the end of a couch and took turns giving her a bare bottom spanking with a wicked looking leather paddle. The bittys went in order of seniority. Anne first gave her 25 smacks, then Clara gave her 50, then Phyllis gave her 75. Sally had yet to arrive as Phyllis was finishing up and Lara thanked her lucky stars that she would be spared that old broads fury.

To her chagrin Sally finally arrived just as Phyllis was delivering her final smack. They caught Sally up complimented her on her timing. It was her turn to punish Lara for trying to run away from her lesson. Sally agreed that the little tramp deserved it and rolled up her sleeves. And as Lara had feared the most senior of the bittys gave her another 100 smacks. Lara tried to remain strong and not let these old bittys get to her, but it was too much. Between the huge number of blows to her tender perfectly round ass, and the unceasing verbal assault about her being an undignified dirty slutty little tease, she eventually broke down. She cried like a little girl and began kicking her legs in frustration much to the Bittys satisfaction.

They then told her to explain the pecking order. Despite the burning in her rear and the stinging tears and hoarseness from all her screaming Lara was able to give them the answer they wanted. It went Sally, Phyllis, Clara, Anne and then her at the bottom. That was good too as they were prepared to begin again and discipline her until she understood who was in charge and what the pecking order was. They reserved the right to give her reminder though and made it clear that canes and whips were not out of the question when dealing with a truculent whore like herself.

They then dragged her by her hair into the kitchen. This set her to crying again which they all enjoyed. Then once tied to an arm chair in the kitchen they produced a variety of haircutting and grooming instruments. Scissors, trimmers, etc... and laid them out on a table before her so she could see them clearly. They told her that now she understood her place in the pecking order she needed to look the part. She asked what that meant and Sally happily explained. As she was at the bottom of their order she shouldn't look like she was too important. People would and had been getting the wrong idea. She had been getting high figures but only because their clients were confused and that wouldn't do.

So to begin with her long fingernails had to go. Sally had very long nails, nearly as fine as Lara's, but Clara and Phyllis had relatively shorter nails and Anne kept her nails almost natural. So they clipped off her fine nails and trimmed them down to the quick and removed every trace of fingernail polish. That way her nails would be plainer than Anne’s.

They found similar issue with her makeup. None of the other women wore as much as she did or as well. So they washed it all off with much vigorous scrubbing and somewhat harsh cleansers. Only when she was returned to her natural state were they satisfied that she was indeed at the bottom of the order.

Her hair was next and Lara was horrified. If the logic of the pecking order continued she reasoned they would cut her hair shorter than the woman just above her in seniority. That was Anne and she wore her hair in a very short businessmen’s fashion combed to one side. It was rather dull and uninspired and did nothing for her. Lara was certain as well that it would do even less for her. As the Bittys discussed and giggled about the next step Lara begged them not to cut her beautiful hair off. She had had it forever. She had never cut it much and she loved it. It was her pride and joy and she didn't think she could go on without it.

The Bittys seemed thoughtful for a moment. They certainly didn't want Lara to be that bad off. So Sally offered her an alternative. They wouldn't cut her hair as short as Anne's if she agreed to sign a new contract with the company. Eager to save her crowning glory Lara quickly signed the thick document and was relieved when they only cut her hair to shoulder length and then put the haircutting tools away. They then wrapped her hair up with rods though and applied chemicals to her hair and gave her a tight perm. They said permed hair would look more respectable and slow her down some. Lara could live with a perm, anything to allow her to keep her hair she reasoned.

Her hair looked awful now, but Lara could live with it if it got these bittys off her back. She told them she had learned her lesson and would no longer step out of line. She said she understood how things worked now and if they let her go she would do her very best to conform from now on. They smiled when they heard this and patted her on the back. Unfortunately they couldn’t let her go just yet; there was still work to do.

Lara didn’t know what more they could do to her. She was contrite and compliant. She had allowed them to punish her, shame her and cut her hair. She looked just like them now more or less. She was just younger and… thinner. They wouldn’t, she suddenly wondered, try and change that would they?

Two weeks later the bittys welcomed back Lara to the office. They were all happy to see her. The men however were more than a little disappointed to say the least. They had been expecting to see the sexy young vivacious Lara who always got their hearts racing when she walked by in her short skirts and low cut blouses. This woman might share the same name, but was nothing like that. She was pale and drab and covered from head to toe in conservative work wear that made her look like a nun. And whatever was under those frumpy clothes was not what they had come to expect from the trim and tone Lara. She looked positively chubby if not fat. Her hair didn’t help. It was awful overly curled and processed bristly mass that made her face look even rounder and pudgier. 

For her part Lara tried to be strong. She had lost almost everything, but still had a job and the way things looked she would need it. She was no beautiful damsel a man would come to the aid of now. The makeover the bittys had given her and the two weeks of forced high calorie feedings and confinement had seen to that. There was now a roll of at around her waist, her thighs and ass were huge and she looked less like a swimsuit model and more like a little linebacker. Even her once perfect breasts were now sagging and needed the help of a heavy duty bra to give them support. It was a mammoth thing so unlike the little lace things she wore just a few weeks ago.

A little dazed she allowed the bittys to reorient her with her duties and responsibilities. Per the new contract she signed she would no longer be seeing new clients and closing deals. That was for the more senior agents. She was to do whatever was needed to facilitate these transactions, the filing, the organizing, the drudgery. When management saw her they were happy with this arrangement. The last thing they wanted now was for Lara to represent them anywhere outside the office. They even moved her desk into a little space in the back of the office that had formerly been a storage closet. It was damp and drafty and if the door shut she was locked in until someone let her out.

That was okay with Lara though. It wasn’t her place to second guess management. She was the low man on the totem pole. That had been made abundantly clear and from now on she was going to do everything she could not to stand out, not to upset the pecking order, not to anger the bittys.