Post 280: Angie's Figuring it Out

“Uh, I think we may have a problem with your friend Angie,” Marisela Vazquez said to her new co-worker Randi, as the two fixed their coffee in the office’s breakroom early that Friday morning. “I got an alert last night,” the ebony-haired young woman continued, “somehow she broke into the surveillance app. Looks like she looked back at some of the recordings from his apartment, when Missy took him back to his place yesterday.”

“For real? How’d she do that?” Randi asked.

“I dunno,” Marisela replied, “I guess I should probably tighten security on it. I didn’t think it’d be a problem, this whole place being just us girls.” Numbers, lines of code were already streaming through her mind, potential fixes. She knew she could ask that IT girl Laura from Evolution for help, but she didn’t necessarily want to get Angie in trouble. “Anyway, she looked through a few things and then she sent him these texts…

“Hm yeah that is a problem,” Randi agreed. Fuck. She’d taken this job because she figured it’d be easy money. She never thought she’d be doing this, having all this responsibility, wondering what to do about these crazy bitches. First the big girl Cynthia, and now Angie…

Ugh.

“And just wait it gets worse…” Marisela continued, swiping to the next set of pages she’d captured from the mirrored text conversation she’d gleaned from his phone, between him and Angie last night.

“And, uh…” Marisela added, as she stirred another packet of sweetener into her coffee, “you don’t even want to know where she put that little lego guy in the next picture she sent him…”

“She put it in her panties didn’t she?” Randi dryly answered as she swiped to the next, lewder photo.

“yup.”

Randi considered it, thought on it. Hearing Shanette and Missy explain it, in high school Angie had been that weird, too-smart theater geek with a big rack and big ambitions. She had somehow latched onto their friend group later when they all worked at Hooters, but had never really been one of “them”, the girls. She tried hard, too hard, to be cool and hot, but was never really…right. The group had tolerated her, put up with her ego and aspirations and too-eager attempts to ingratiate herself. But here she was, now, making moves on their boss, Missy’s…boyfriend? Having apparently figured out something about his secret fixations and fetishes, she knew how submissive and tiny he wanted to be, and was apparently offering to fulfill his fantasies. She’d shoved a Lego guy that looked like him down her panties, for god’s sake. It took Randi surprisingly aback, to be honest. “I mean, that’s kinda hot but…”

“yeah…” answered Marisela, obviously considering the same thing. The idea of a man being so utterly dominated was secretly, weirdly thrilling to them both. But there were obvious issues.

”yeah…” Randi repeated, swiping to the next picture. Yikes. “So do we, uh, tell Missy about this?”

“Hm I don’t know…” Marisela considered, “do you think she might get angry?”

“And, what? Hulk out on her or something?” Randi answered. “Speaking of…” she continued, “Want to catch a movie this weekend?”

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