Post 203: Wonder Why?

“It’s kinda weird, isn’t it? How good it feels?” Marisela posed, as she rolled up the second set of blueprints. They’d been in the office several hours on this Saturday afternoon - she, Randi and Amelia - deciding on a few things they’d been asked by the people at Evolution to consider about the new wing and the upstairs. They’d asked Marisela to be here and grilled her a bit on the IT stuff she’d set up, the current networking in the office. All of it was to be changing, and they explained a little about what they’d be doing now, new tech. Surprising even herself, Marisela was able to follow along; this sort of stuff would normally have been beyond her but these days…she soaked it up like a sponge. Randi and Amelia seemed bored with the computer stuff; they’d rather talk about paint colors in the living quarters and spa. Melissa had been here earlier but had left for the gym. I’ll let the smart girls figure this out, she’d said, after the two pharm company girls had gone. “What d’you mean?” Randi returned, stretching her arms from where she sat, in one of the cheap plastic chairs. They’d set up the breakroom as an ersatz meeting area, so they could spread out a bit. It was starting to get late, and Randi was cranky, impatient, and annoyed. The business they’d needed to accomplish was mostly done, though, thankfully.

“I mean, it’s weird how we all get this thrill from posting these pictures,” Marisela answered, unusually earnest, unusually chatty, “Like, why?”

“Why do we like the idea of dozens of dudes jerking off to us?” Randi replied, plainly, throwing a thick mass of dark hair over her shoulder, “Like, you used to just post your art, and some music stuff on your tumblr. Why did you start posting boobie-pics? Why did I just put that new bra shot on Instagram?”

“Yeah,” Marisela agreed, sliding the rolled-up blueprint of the new second floor into its tube, “exactly….it’s fucking-”

“Thrilling, right? Kinda empowering?” Randi answered, pulling out her phone, “Knowing what we can make guys do, feel, think, just by taking a picture, putting it out there?”

“Speak for yourselves, you little sluts,” retorted Amelia - the lone blonde left in the room, after that Laura girl from Evolution had gone, “I turned my account private years ago, after I got my implants. The creep factor got too high.” Appearing now acutely bored, she was looking at her nails, deciding what color she’d do next. Maybe white.

“But the creeps are fun to play with, aren’t they?” Randi chuckled, checking her texts, “All the little simps?”

“Yeah, but, like, why do I care? I never did before. What’s changed? Is it me?” asked Marisela. She was honestly curious, and a little nervous. Something was up, something was different about her than it was two months ago - and not just in the titty department, or this new focus and concentration that had allowed her to redesign their website so easily.  It wasn’t a bad thing, but it was...it was hard to put in words.

“It’s definitely you,” Randi replied, “But not just you. I mean…like…how do you feel when you think he might be looking at your pictures? Or see that thirst trap you just had us take outside? Maybe goon over all that new cleavage in your skimpy purple top?”

The other girls saw Marisela shiver, her eyes flutter, and she knew it. “Jesus don’t do that to me,” she sniped.

“Yeah, right, exactly,” Amelia said, dryly, “I feel the same fucking thing. It’s ridiculous but it’s just the way it is.” She bit her lip, lamenting the peeling that was going on with her gel-coat. “Hey so either I’m gonna make an appointment with that Vietnamese lady at the mall to fix these claws, or we’re gonna hang out here,” she said, “I’ve got two bottles of Tito‘s in my car.“

“Let’s start drinking,” Randi said, glancing up at the ceiling and considering already where it all might lead…