Travis lifted his head, not knowing what had pissed her off.
‘I’m literally standing here with your fucking jizz running down my leg and you’re telling me you regret that it’s happened?’ She was shaking with pure rage. ‘Look at the position you’ve put me in. I’m getting stalked because you can’t keep that dick of yours away from me! And now that I’ve done this again, fuck knows what will happen when the weirdo stalker finds out!’
She shook her head, seething.
Travis’s shoulders dropped. ‘That’s not what I meant, Katy. We can fix all of this,’ he said, his tone more understanding now, reaching out to touch her hair.
She swatted his hand away and stood back, shaking her head.
‘No, I’ve got it, Travis. Just stay away from me, OK?’ She opened the door, ‘You better tidy this shit up. No doubt your wife will start to ask questions!’ Tears filling her eyes, she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Travis surrounded by mess.
Katy stormed out of the kitchenette and headed straight to the toilets to get rid of any evidence that Travis had just pumped her in the snack closet. She sat in a toilet cubicle, running her hands through her hair, making sure all traces of the cereal were gone.
Who could the stalker be? And why the fuck did I do that?
She felt water drip onto her knees and sat up, realising she was crying. As she spotted the tears, she also noticed a white snail trail of semen resting gloopily on her thigh.
‘Ewww,’ she moaned, scooping it up with her finger. She let out a puff of defeat, tugging at some toilet paper to wipe it off.
She heard the bathroom door open and remained rigid in case Travis had decided to follow her in and make a scene. Though she felt sure, he didn’t have the balls to do that.
‘Those fucking girls are taking over, I swear to God.’ It was someone speaking on the phone in the bathroom. Katy’s head tilted, her ears pricking up.
‘Oh, yeah. They want to totally change the PR plan, and now they’ve clicked their little Scottish fingers, everyone is running. And their idea isgood.’ The voice sounded worried, like a solid PR plan wouldn’t benefit everyone at the company. ‘You assured me they wouldn’t pull through. You told me they’d fuck up!’
Katy very slowly and carefully stood up from the toilet, pulling up her knickers as quietly as possible. She turned to the toilet pan and delicately hobbled onto it, peering up over the stall.
‘I’m so sick of it. You have leverage, and we had an agreement.’
Katy, spotting Britney’s pale face, clutching her phone to her ear, covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.
‘Well, you know I don’t have shit on them. The blonde one is so far up Jimmy’s ass,’ Britney tittered. ‘Yeah, well, whatever your plan is, do it quicker! You promised me this would work.’
Katy could taste the salty residue of the cum wipe, her face squirming at the thought. Spitting out the taste, she ducked as Britney turned, as if hearing a noise.
‘I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow.’
Several long seconds of silence passed. Katy remained crouched on top of the toilet. She wondered if Britney was going to boot the cubicle door in, or would she stick her head under the weirdly huge space between the door and the floor.
Finally, she heard the door open and then slam shut.
‘What the fuck!’ she hissed in the quiet of the empty bathroom.
She lowered herself back down to the ground, full of questions. So, Britney was in on it, but with whom?
She allowed a few more minutes to pass before leaving the cubicle in case Britney was lurking outside. Then she washed her hands and power-walked to the tech department to fill Zola in on the crazy fifteen minutes she’d just had.
The technical department was a whole suite filled with giant screens, monitors and partially dismantled computers, which Ethan would occasionally mess around with between projects. Katy walked up to the coding room, where Ethan and Zola sat in silence at their desks.
‘Zola!’ Katy called out from the door.
Ethan pushed his chair back from his desk.
Zola watched his uncomfortable reaction, then turned her gaze to Katy. ‘Babe, you shouldn’t be here. Ethan doesn’t like visitors.’ She cut a look over to Ethan, who was pressing his back against the wall.
‘It’s not that I don’t like visitors, Zola. I don’t like change,’ Ethan replied.
Katy smiled understandingly. ‘Oh, yeah. Sorry, Ethan. I find change annoying too.’
