The Intern - Chapter 2

Previous part available [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/hF9hdJ1GVy)

Jessica sat in the small, sterile HR office, her hands resting on the table. Across from her was Vanessa, her cousin and HR representative. Vanessa was petite, barely over five feet, with a youthful face that made her look like she could still be in college. Her dark hair was tied back in a neat bun, and her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she flipped through a folder. The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

Vanessa closed the folder and looked up, her lips curving into a small smile. “So, how’s our first test subject?” she asked, her voice calm but with a hint of amusement.

Jessica leaned back in her chair, her expression relaxed. “Alan? He’s... learning,” she said, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “He was walking really gingerly today. He won’t be bothering any interns for a while.”

Vanessa chuckled, glancing at the monitor on her desk. The screen showed a paused frame from the security footage—Alan hunched over, his face a mask of agony, Jessica’s knee buried in his groin. Vanessa tapped a key, and the video played in slow motion, Alan’s face showing a grimace of agony.

“Wow,” Vanessa said, pausing the video again, “you kneed him pretty hard. I mean, I could practically hear his balls flattening through the screen.”

Jessica shrugged, her tone casual. “Half strength. He’ll live. But he’ll definitely think twice before he tries to pull that cocky act again.”

Vanessa laughed, shaking her head. “I love it. Exactly what this program is about. Reeducating these guys without the paperwork. It was about time someone put Alan in his place. He’s been a problem for years.”

Jessica nodded, crossing her legs. “He’s just lucky I didn’t go full strength. Remember when I caught your brother sneaking into my room?”

Vanessa’s eyes lit up, her grin widening. “Oh God, I remember that. You kicked him so hard he couldn’t walk straight for a week. Mom thought he’d fallen off his bike or something.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “You’ve always had a knack for it, Jess. I knew you’d be perfect for this.”

Jessica smirked, her tone dry. “Yeah, well, someone had to keep the boys in line. Your brothers might’ve grown up to be worse than Alan if I hadn’t stepped in.”

Vanessa laughed again, the sound light and warm. “True. You did the family a service.” She leaned back in her chair, her expression turning more serious. “But seriously, Jess, this program could really make a difference here. We’ve got a long list of guys who need... let’s call it a reality check. You’re doing good work.”

Jessica nodded, her gaze steady. “I’ll keep at it. Just point me in the right direction.”

The two women sat in silence for a moment, the clock ticking away. Vanessa glanced at the monitor again, the image of Alan’s pained face frozen on the screen. “You know,” she said, her tone teasing, “we should save this footage. For training purposes, of course.”

Jessica laughed, the sound low and amused. “Of course. For training.”

Vanessa pressed a key, and the screen went dark. She leaned forward, her hands clasped on the desk. “Alright, let’s talk next steps. Alan’s just the beginning. Here's your new target.”

She slid a file across the table, the name *Cole* printed neatly on the tab. Jessica opened it, scanning the details. Cole, mid-thirties, senior analyst, known for his “important work calls” that seemed to happen at the most inconvenient times. He’d earned a reputation for being dismissive, shoving past people in the hallway without so much as a glance, his phone glued to his ear.

Jessica closed the file, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “So, he’s the guy who thinks he’s too important to acknowledge anyone else exists?”

Vanessa nodded, her expression serious but with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Exactly. He’s been on my radar for a while. Always on a call, always in a rush, always treating people like they’re invisible. It’s not just rude—it’s toxic. We need him to understand that his behavior isn’t acceptable.”

Jessica leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed. “Got it. I’ll make sure he gets the message.”

Vanessa smiled, a hint of pride in her expression. “I know you will. Mess up his balls.”

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Jessica waited in the narrow hallway, her arms crossed casually as she leaned against the wall. She knew Cole’s route—he always took this path to his meetings, always on the phone, always in a rush. The office was mostly empty at this late hour. Perfect timing.

She heard his voice before she saw him, his tone sharp and dismissive. “I don’t care what they said. Just get it done. I don’t have time for excuses.” His footsteps were quick, purposeful, and Jessica pushed off the wall, positioning herself directly in his path.

Cole rounded the corner, his phone pressed to his ear, his eyes darting to his watch. He didn’t even look up as he barreled forward. Jessica timed it perfectly, stepping into his path just as he closed the distance. He walked straight into her, his shoulder slamming into her chest, his momentum carrying him forward.

Jessica let out a sharp gasp, her hands flying to her chest as if she’d been winded. “Hey!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air.

Cole finally looked up, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened. He held up a hand, his tone impatient. “Sorry, I’m on a call—” he started, but Jessica didn’t let him finish.

“You just hit my tits, you asshole!” she said, her voice loud enough to echo down the hallway. Cole’s face flushed, his mouth opening to respond, but Jessica didn’t give him the chance.

Her leg snapped up in a blur of motion, her foot connecting with his groin with a sickening *thwack*. The force of the kick was brutal, her muscular leg driving into him like a piston. Cole’s phone clattered to the floor as he doubled over, his hands instinctively flying to his groin.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” he squealed as he dropped to his knees. His face turned a deep shade of red, his mouth open in a silent scream as he finally collapsed in the fetal position, his body trembling. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he writhed on the floor, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Jessica stood over him, her arms crossed, her expression cold. “Too important to watch where you’re going?” she said, her tone sharp. “Maybe next time you’ll pay attention.”

Cole tried to speak, but all that came out was a high-pitched whimper, his body shuddering as he clutched at his groin. His face crumpled in agony, his entire body locked in a fetal position as he gasped for air.

Jessica glanced down at him, her smirk faint but satisfied. “Cry it out,” she said, her tone almost bored. “You’ll live.”

She stepped around him, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked away, leaving Cole whimpering and writhing in a heap on the floor.