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By wetdiaper55 · Posted
I really liked the chapter .I love the highchair . -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Working out the chapter order here is proving to be more work than I expected. But… there's a line of casual dialogue which is in MCK chapter 140 and TLNS chapter 141, so I know that I need to alternate between them in a pattern that makes those two land on consecutive days. Anyone suggest which chapter I can post on which day to make that happen? Yeah… it might take a while, though. I wonder if there's anyone else around them who already knows, and is waiting with bated breath to watch the ensuing drama. Spike? I don't think Spike's much of a swordsman. Oooh, a nice round 2400 words today 😛 (I always check before posting, because chapters under 2k make it a two-story-update day) 139. My Bargaining Chip I glanced around me nervously as I left the building. I knew there was no point being paranoid; there were technological solutions to track the location of my employee badge anyway, so there would be a computer somewhere that always knew exactly how long I actually spent in my office, and when I was elsewhere in the building. My job gave me an incredible amount of latitude, and the company was happy to let me work remotely or do personal stuff on the office computers whenever I wanted, so long as all my work was completed. But I still felt guilty when I left the office for something that wasn’t technically work-related. Even if I was meeting with someone I knew through work, who was technically employed by one of my clients. This was the third time I’d left the office to meet Tyler Walthamstone in the last two weeks. He seemed to have something of a talent for being called away, or not being where he had expected to be. I could only hope that this time I would actually be able to see the guy, and get this DVD off him. Somehow, telling myself that I was allowed to leave the office whenever I wanted didn’t settle my nerves. But looking around me and seeing that there was nobody there except one of the interns on the front desk was reassuring. They were people I didn’t need to work with directly unless I was giving them a bunch of papers to copy before a meeting or something, so they wouldn’t even question what I was doing. But Bracewell would. Just as I was walking towards the door, it slid open and my boss’s boss’s boss walked in. Or something like that; I didn’t know if she was actually in the chain of command, but she was in charge of the whole Upper Ashfields project; our person on the town council, as well as the head of the personnel department for all SYL staff on site. If there was anybody who could cause me trouble for shirking my duties, it was her. I didn’t want to talk to Bracewell. I didn’t want her to know where I was going. I certainly didn’t want to explain to her that a popular movie star thought I was blackmailing him. And whatever I thought about her policy of allowing staff to treat this place like a social club so long as their work was done, there were still a lot of things that I didn’t want her to know about me. Just from seeing her, my heart was racing. Everybody was scared of Bracewell, and running into her at the exact moment I was doing something I shouldn’t was cause for pure terror. I could only hope that she wasn’t here to talk to me, because if she was I knew that she’d see right through me. She was the kind of person who knew exactly what you were thinking, and always had to know everything that was going on around her. The kind of manager who would make sure everything was done right because she needed everything to be under her control, but also had the skills to make sure it was done right. She walked over to the reception desk and raised a hand to greet somebody. Not me, thankfully. She wasn’t talking to me. I tried to get my pulse to calm down, but it was a lot tougher than I had imagined it could be. Just having the big boss here was the stuff of nightmares, and I couldn’t shake the irrational fear that she would want to talk to me about something, or that she would have discovered the kind of stories that I’d been reading. I turned to see who she was actually talking to; hoping for any confirmation that it wasn’t somebody in my office, or that there was no way I would be drawn into whatever crisis had drawn the elder dragon out from her lair. I’ll admit that I was surprised when I saw who was coming through the door. Carter might spend a lot of time chatting with her friends online, but she also did all the work that was assigned to her without question. I couldn’t imagine her doing anything that would hurt the company enough to get Bracewell involved. Or could Carter have a problem with someone? Maybe she needed help because she was being bullied in the office, but I’d not seen any sign of that. And going straight to Bracewell wasn’t exactly the normal procedure. Couldn’t she have come to me first? I was functionally the office manager now, unless Jessop was on site. The Claughton contract had steamrollered most of our regular work, and my team had expanded to include everyone in sight. Could it be that Carter still didn’t trust me, or didn’t think I could deal with problems in my own office? I’d been about to leave, but now I knew I had to hang around a minute longer, and see if I could overhear anything that would set my mind at rest. If it involved someone on my team, I had to be interested. “Well, fancy seeing you here,” Carter said, and she didn’t seem nervous at all. She said it almost like she was joking, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Did she even know that this woman was our ultimate superior? “Hey Belle,” Bracewell answered, and I almost did a double-take when I heard her address one of the temps by her first name. But then I realised that she’d often called me by my first name as well; maybe as the boss she didn’t feel the need to be formal with her subordinates. “Just wanted to check in. Everything going to plan?” “Yeah, it’s…” Carter started, and then glanced over at me. I realised that I was starting to stare, and I immediately hoped that I hadn’t upset them. Carter might be in my office, but I gave any kind of inappropriate impression… I didn’t know what I could say. “Oh, hi Gabby,” Bracewell waved at me. I couldn’t escape now. I’d been trying to figure out what they were talking about, wondering if it was something that would affect my team. But I had no idea if that was something I could explain. Was I going to get in trouble now for paying too much attention, when the dragon came to discipline the people around me? “Oh, yes,” I mumbled, wondering if I could leave and pretend that I hadn’t been paying them so much attention. I didn’t want to get called up on confidentiality issues. Not after Bracewell had been so clear about privacy before. “Don’t worry, Belle,” she said. “Gabby’s not going to be upset about anything she overhears. She knows how important discretion is, she’s even got her name on the list for a recreational convention here in a few weeks.” “She has?” Carter asked, but she must have seen my eyes go wide. I’d done everything I could to ensure that bookings were completely confidential, even from other members of the company, when I was setting up the conference about the Striker movie. And I’d assumed that the ABDL convention would be just the same. But of course, Bracewell knew everything that was going on in her town. I didn’t know how she’d managed that, but I could only hope she didn’t know any more details of what the convention was actually about. I couldn’t bear what she would be thinking about me if she knew what I was really into. That comment implied that she knew it was some kind of fetish, but I didn’t think she would be so glib if she knew any more. “Oh yes, she has. So you see, it’s not a big deal. We all have our little secrets, and I know we can trust Gabby. Right?” “I… Uhh…” I mumbled. But I knew that she was right. This was my warning, or even a kind of blackmail. Whatever these two were talking about was nothing compared to what she knew about me. “Yes, I don’t want to intrude. I was just surprised to see you here, and I was wondering if there was something going on that I need to know about. I’m not aware of any personnel issues in the team here, so…” “Oh, I see,” Bracewell answered, and actually gave a little chuckle. “No, this is purely a social call. We’ve got many of the same interests, you see. Belle’s partner is exploring in an area which is still new to him, and so Reg offered to give him a few tips. I was just curious to know how they are getting on.” “Oh?” I answered, and then a second later actually comprehended what she was saying. Carter and Bracewell knew each other because they had the same hobbies, or their partners were friends? Or was she implying shared kinks there? And the fact that she was even letting me know that much told me that she really did want me to trust them. Maybe she wasn’t so much warning me what could happen if I shared their secrets, as telling me that I wasn’t alone. Everybody had some little kink, perhaps, and her point was that all was acceptable here. She was trying to prove that I didn’t need to be paranoid, although I was sure that she might act differently if she knew the full story about what I was hiding. “I mean… yeah. I wish you well. And I should be heading out. I’ve got an offsite meeting. One of the actors wants to talk to me about something, I guess we kind of bonded during the conference.” “Good for you,” Bracewell said, and smiled. “Good luck, whatever it turns out to be about.” I muttered my thanks, and hurried out of the building. I had to travel quite some way, to an address that turned out to be a viewpoint on a hiking trail; although only five minutes from the nearest parking area. There were no other vehicles there; most of the people who would want to be scrambling around at the top of a cliff felt that it would be cheating if they didn’t walk there by themselves. And this time, after all the failed attempts, Walthamstone was actually here. “We’re filming in the old mill,” he said, by way of greeting. He even pointed at the place on the map, and I wondered if it would be worth checking it out at some point. Like all the places that became little tourist attractions just because some notable movie was filmed there. “Davis wanted to get some footage from up here to set the scene. I thought it’s a good place to meet, because it’s so quiet.” “Yeah,” I said. “So… you want me to delete these photos?” I held up my phone, but didn’t show him the screen. I didn’t know if I could even bluff this… If I told him there weren’t any pictures, he wouldn’t believe me. But would he believe me if I said there were? “Yes,” he said. “Please.” “Do you want to get some kind of contract drawn up?” “No!” he squeaked, seeming actually scared this time. “Nothing on record. And you can’t keep any copies, right? Never mention it again. I don’t want people to think I’m…” “I know,” I said. “So…” He held up a DVD. I took a deep breath. It was a gamble, but I thought I could pull this off. I tapped into the gallery app on my phone, and scrolled back in the camera roll to the days of the convention. There were a couple of pictures of different teams and their work; things that I would need to bring to the attention of different people involved with organising the event. Even if he didn’t recognise all of the pictures, he would be able to tell that those pictures were taken on the same couple of days. And he would know that any pictures of him and his toys would have been on the screen at that point. I turned the screen towards him so that he could see it, and then tapped the “purge” button. A message appeared on the screen explaining that if I confirmed the action, seventeen deleted photos would be unrecoverable. I paused, and he handed me the DVD. It was in a plain box, and the only hint as to its contents was yesterday’s date, written on with a marker pen. I hesitated for a second, knowing that I couldn’t be sure what was actually on the disc. But then, I knew that if I pushed him it only increased the chance that he would realise I had nothing to trade. I accepted the DVD, and confirmed purging the deleted pictures. Then there was no way he could know one way or the other if any of those pictures had featured him and a PVC unicorn. He mumbled thanks, and I promised that I would never mention the meeting again; and then I could drive away. I couldn’t go back to the office now. I was too excited to find what I’d acquired; if all the footage he’d promised was really there. And also, I didn’t want to go back until Bracewell wasn’t there. I was just too nervous to think clearly. But it was already pretty late, and the drive had taken longer than I had expected. I might as well head home now, I thought. I didn’t know what I was expecting to find at home. I didn’t even consider the possibility that something had been going on for the rest of my family as well. But when I stepped into the lounge and saw three baby girls playing with some of Tess’s toys on the floor, I knew that there was nothing for me to worry about. For once, everything in my life was going perfectly. And when I got around to checking out this DVD, it might turn out to be exactly what I needed to resolve one last argument as well. I was optimistic now; but while Tess, Ffrances, and Spike were all regressed for me, I knew that there was nothing more important than looking after my babies. -
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Yeah, I will. Kind of lost focus on it and forgot, since there was literally no interactions from readers. -
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She is! Keeps busy with everything, always. Will try not to keep you waiting. Same goes for you @DLsaga 😅
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