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By Kitty Angel · Posted
I think there's a lot of threads in this story now, and I'm hoping it's not too obvious how they might weave back into the main plot 109. My Time To Relax I couldn’t get in touch with Ffrances. I left messages for her, but there wasn’t any kind of response. I couldn’t sign in to my computer at home. I tried sending messages to Tess instead, asking if the wifi was working at home, but she didn’t answer. It was early afternoon by that point, so I didn’t know if Spike would already be there. He was coming over some time this afternoon, they had said, to study with Tess. I knew that wasn’t true; I was pretty sure that he was going to try playing Daddy for her, even if he’d not had the courage to get my approval. He’d asked a couple of questions that I was sure were trying to get a better feel for Tess’s desires without actually asking; and I’d mentored him as best I could. Would today be the day he actually tried it? I’d been hoping so, but now that I couldn’t watch them, I wondered if it might be better to hope that the boy was too nervous to try anything just yet. After a lot of introspection, I was drawn back to my work. There was a lot more of it than I would have hoped for. I didn’t like to micro-manage, but there were so many things that could have gone wrong at a conference like this, and whenever something unexpected came up, I would be the one to make sure it went smoothly. After a couple of incidents, I got the impression that some of the creatives – movie directors whose names I would probably have recognised had I paid more attention to those parts of the news – were really appreciative of my contribution; maybe even liking me as much as the first few people I’d spoken to at Claughton Innovative. There was a certain thrill with being able to make things work in a way that made so many people happy. I was rushed off my feet for most of the day, and when I got a chance to relax in the evening I was sure that things wouldn’t stay quiet for long enough to risk going home. I decided that it would be better to show my face in any case, so I hurried to one of the restaurants which had pretty much been taken over by movie people this week. A waitress bustled up and down between tables that were occupied by a whole host of famous faces. The people working today were supposed to be the older and more reliable among the staff; those who could be relied on not to ask for autographs, or to report on who was here. That was one part of the organisation that I still wasn’t entirely satisfied with, but I knew there wasn’t really a better option. I got myself chicken in a basket. That would make it easier for me to dash off if there was something else that demanded my attention. I just hoped that I would get a few minutes to myself, with my laptop out on the table so that I could try to figure out what was wrong with my computers at home. But I kept my radio on the desk beside me, to remind myself that I needed to be able to dash off at a moment’s notice. Everything I tried led to the same results as before. Perhaps I could take a quick break instead, checking up on new chapters of Mommy’s Little Devil. I pulled up FetishLibrary, and was immediately distracted by a new chapter of The Baby Button instead. That surprised me because I hadn’t been expecting the story to progress so quickly, so perhaps today was my lucky day. “Hi folks,” I read out the author’s note under my breath. “I’ll be working more than usual the next few days, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to finish another chapter. Maybe I won’t even be online to check messages, and I didn’t want you all to worry, but I know how disappointing it can be when you see an update and it’s nothing but apology for absence. So here’s the next chapter early; and I hope you’ll agree that it’s a really good one. And I’m on my break now, so I’m just going to see if I can get some help with organising our little meetup. Wish me luck!” I smiled. The Author’s Little Sister was always so professional when it came to keeping people updated on the events in her life. There were several people in my office who weren’t so courteous and hardworking; which made her behaviour even more impressive considering that this was just a hobby for her. And I was already excited to see what was going to happen next in this particular story. “Mind if I sit here?” a voice interrupted. I grunted, and nodded to the empty seats around the table. I didn’t really mind anybody sitting anywhere they wanted, so long as they didn’t bother me. I suspected that it would be the same for many of the celebs in here; they would be used to people bugging them for autographs. I hoped that I wasn’t about to be mistaken for somebody famous by a stray autograph hunter who’d sneaked in. I tried composing witty responses in my head, making them a little more assertive as I grew certain that some guy was looking at me and waiting for me to look up from my computer. I took a deep breath and looked up, only to see the last person I had expected to speak to again. Tyler Walthamstone, equally famous for being the bad boy teen girls obsess over, the star of a cheesy vampire movie, and for temporarily dropping out of Hollywood life with the intention of becoming a flight instructor, until he found out just how much work was involved and returned with his tail between his legs. “You wanted something?” “Yeah, I… What you saw before…” “You want me to keep your secrets?” “Yeah, I… Look, it wasn’t what it looks like. Image is everything for people like me. I could lose my job if anybody sees those pictures. You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would you? I’m just trying to do the best I can, and what I get up to in my own room doesn’t affect anyone else. Can’t you just–” “Mister Walthamstone,” I said sternly. “What happens in your own trailer is nobody else’s business, and I’m sure there is nobody at all who would be interested in hearing about an inflatable unicorn and a roll of electrical tape. What is my business is when your tardiness interferes with the organisation of my conference. Doing my job well is very important to me. See how that works? You want an opportunity to continue showing off in front of impressionable young girls, I want to get everyone where they’re supposed to be. So let’s stick to our own jobs. If you manage to turn up to all of the week’s meetings on time and sober, then there’s no reason for me to spread anything to the rest of the world. Understand?” “Yes Miss,” he mumbled, and then appeared to realise what he’d just said and clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing furiously. I shook my head, and returned to reading my story. Or at least tried to. Because it seemed that Tyler Walthamstone still wanted to make conversation. He tried asking me what I was working on, and what I normally did when the circus wasn’t in town. He asked about my job and my home life, questions I managed to field without actually saying anything. After a few minutes he was acting like we were friends, and he seemed entirely impervious to both subtle and not-so-subtle hints. Perhaps I should have reminded him that I could make an awful lot of trouble for his career if he didn’t let me do my job, but I didn’t want to fall back on blackmail again. Especially not when I started to suspect that was the reason he was talking to me in the first place. Had my harsh rebukes when I caught him in the act somehow made him feel submissive? Was this his ineffectual, awkward way of working out if I might somehow want to be his Mistress? Or was he just reacting to instincts he didn’t really know the name of, oblivious to the way he was acting? Either way, I didn’t want to encourage those feelings by being more assertive or commanding with him. “Excuse me, Miss Noel?” I might have broken out into a smile when I heard my name. Could this be an excuse to get rid of my unexpected celebrity admirer? I could only hope that the newcomer was going to be less annoying with her questions. I glanced up, and realised that I should have recognised Carter’s voice immediately; she had been in my office for quite some time now, and I had spoken to her almost every day. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I know you’ll have to complete the Persons Present report for the conference this evening. And I was wondering, could you show me how to do it? I mean, it’s no problem if you’re busy, but…” “Of course,” I beamed. “Legal paperwork has to take priority over simple fraternising. Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you, Mr Walthamstone. I’m sorry, but I still have my job to do.” “Yeah, thanks,” he said. “See you later.” And he was gone. “I was going to do the persons report in my room before I went to bed,” I turned back to Carter. “But I can do it now. Are you hoping for a promotion some time soon?” I really couldn’t see her being in charge of a whole conference, even one much smaller than this. But I couldn’t fault her work ethic in this case, and I thought that trying to learn new procedures was a sign that she was trying to better herself now. Whether it was something I expected of her or not, I could appreciate that kind of dedication to the job. Not to mention that I was grateful she’d given me an excuse to send my new biggest fan away. “I know,” she said. “I mean, I know you’d normally do it later. I was putting off asking, but that guy seemed a little bit pushy. Wasn’t he the stalker in that… Never mind. You could have said no, but I thought…” “Yeah, he was being a bit too much. Didn’t seem able to take a hint. And I appreciate the excuse to do something else, even if it has to be work. I’ll have to do it sooner or later, so I might as well teach you while I’m here. But do you really think it’s useful to know?” She did, and I wasn’t going to argue. We went through the various forms I needed to fill in related to the number of people who were staying here as a part of the conference, and once I’d explained something she seemed to pick it up very quickly. Carter seemed really driven today, like there was a real reason she was interested in all these things. And even if I didn;t know why, that was an attitude I could respect. I did my best to teach her, and thankfully got all the way through my dinner without having to talk about my personal life again; or anyone else’s for that matter. The intern was eating chicken nuggets with ketchup, a meal I had never expected to see someone her age enjoy, but that was a tiny quirk compared to the last person who’d tried talking to me, and I promised myself that I wasn’t going to say anything about a choice that would have been so easy to mock. And unlike Tyler, Carter was quite capable of walking away to talk to someone she had a more personal connection with – a friend named Vicky in this case, though I wasn’t sure if that was someone on the conference staff or closer to her home – so that I could continue the tasks I had started before. I almost managed to start reading the latest chapter of The Baby Button, before I was distracted by an XV message from Ffrances. She explained that the router was fine, but that she’d switched my computers off as a precaution after spilling a drink near them. Smart and rational, just like I expected from my girlfriend, and I couldn’t say anything bad about that. She offered to turn them on again, but based on my knowledge of the systems I’d been using, I knew that wouldn’t restore my camera feeds until I could manually start them again. It was the worst outcome, but at least I knew what was going on now. I asked her whether Tess’s meeting with her young stalker had gone well, and she said that there had mostly just been small talk over dinner; totally normal, and no hints of romance. I was pretty sure that wasn’t true, but I couldn’t challenge Ffrances on it. I could only hope that it hadn’t gone too far. And I could be confident at least that everything hadn’t completely self-destructed in my absence. I would have to give Spike another push the next time I saw him, so that he would actually broach the baby thing with Tess, and destroy all the unfounded trust she had in him. But that was for the future. There was already a call on my radio about a group of rogue fans who had recognised one of the executive producers, and the security staff needed someone to help make the sensitive decisions. I packed up my laptop and dashed away to do my job, glad that for now everything was almost going to plan. -
By le Hollandais · Posted
If I wore disposable diapers, I don't think I'd know what number to order. European sizes are different than American sizes. I can never be too sure what German size, for example I'd wear. But size Large American seems to work just fine. -
By le Hollandais · Posted
Holy smokes! Yeah, I'd rather wear a diaper, too! -
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
But just as Madison was laying the last card to victory her tummy started to grumble and a need had arrived, a need that she'd been putting off for a bit and now it needed to happen, a need to poop.
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