"Lose something...?" (Closed, but feel free to read along)

[NiceRPGuy]

"Lose Something...?"​

Nolan fell back onto his bed, his body ready to collapse after a twenty-second straight work day of at least fourteen hours. You're gonna love your future, he reassured himself, if you can only survive your present.

For the past sixteen months, he'd been working at his father's distribution warehouse, performing each and every position until he gained a proficiency at it. When his father retired at the end of this decade, Nolan would take over the business, and each of them felt he should truly know each and every job performed within it before he stepped into the role of boss...



Nolan had passed out and now awoke to the harsh light of a huge, full moon shining down through his bedroom's skylight. He grimaced as he tried to move; his feet, still bearing their steel toed work boots, were totally asleep and coming back to life with the feel of a thousand needles poking into them.

Once up, he stripped, showered, slipped on a pair of sweats, and made his way downstairs for a beer and a sandwich. Back upstairs, he saw the android tablet sitting on his night stand. Two days earlier, he'd let the battery die on his car and had walked home through the local woods called The Glen. He'd found a tablet sitting atop a rock next to the artesian well-fed water fountain. The battery was dead so he couldn't search it for the owner's name, the goal being, of course, to get the device back to him or her. Instead, Nolan brought it home, plugged his own charger into it ... then forgot about it.

He powered it up now, found the settings and manage accounts icons, and found the account owner's email address, which was a woman's name followed by @gmail.com

Well, THAT was easier than I'd expected, Nolan thought. He set the tablet aside, planning on trying to contact the woman the following day, and turned on a rerun of "The Big Bang Theory". The episode was all about privacy ... and, as he glanced toward the tablet nearby, it made Nolan think. Nolan wasn't typically the type to invade someone's privacy, but something inside him made him want to know more about the tablet's owner.

He tapped the screen into action and looked at the various icons; his attention set upon the one for Photo Gallery, and he tapped it without hesitation.

When the folder opened up, he was looking at a beautiful, young woman. Nolan guessed her at about 19 or 20, but for all he knew, she would be 15 or 25, too. She was very attractive -- cute was the word that first came to him -- and he took a long moment to simply stare at her image.

Then, he touched a finger to the screen and panned to the next pic ... and quickly, his dick began to tent the front of his sweat pants. This young woman wasn't just cute; she was erotically beautiful, with a flawless face and shapely body. He panned to the next picture, and then another.

The pictures -- apparently taken at different locations on different days -- were progressively more suggestive, but nothing particularly erotic or inappropriate ... nor anything to be embarrassed about should you, for example, leave them lying on a rock in a public park.

Then, Nolan scrolled to the ... last ... four ... pics ... with his gaze fixating on the firm, bared features the girl was so eagerly offering for review.

Each pic made Nolan's heart beat a bit harder ... and his dick twitch a bit more eagerly. There was one last pic in the folder, and when he panned to it ...

Nolan began to truly realize that somewhere in town, a young woman was having a panic attack over not just losing her expensive tablet but of what was stored in its memory. He spent a long moment staring at the picture, fantasizing ... and yearning for more ... much, much more!

He used the back button to return to the gallery and there, as he'd hoped, he found another pic folder ... with 66 images! He drew a deep breath ... thought to himself Get ready! This is gonna be good! ... and tapped the icon--

Only to have a request for a password appear instead of dozens of hopefully erotic pictures! He called out without thinking, "No...!"

He frantically tapped in password after password, hoping to get lucky with some of the more common codes. But it was to no avail; Nolan simply couldn't get into the folder. I HAVE to figure out who this girl is! he told himself. If she allowed THESE pics in an unguarded folder, can you imagine what is in one with a password?

Nolan couldn't know who this young woman was, what she was like, whether she was dating someone, whether she fucked at all, or if she did, whether she even liked men! For all Nolan knew, the pictures were taken by a female lover ... or maybe she was holding out for an absent army boyfriend and was using a tripod and timer with the intent of sending him some photos from the home front. Hell, for all Nolan knew, she might be a porn star and any guy could look at these pictures any time any where ... for just $9.99 a month, unlimited access!

Something occurred to Nolan, and he went back into the folder again. He scrolled to another one of the pictures. When he'd looked at it earlier, all he'd seen was that playful smile ... and those impressive breasts. But now, looking past the young beauty, Nolan realized that the building behind her was the Albert Apartments, across from the Greenham Mall ... here in town. This woman was, in fact, a local!

Nolan snatched up his smart phone and sent a text to a buddy: CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY. NEED YOUR COMPUTER EXPERTISE.

Nolan was sure that Brett could get him past the password and into the remaining picture folders.

In the mean time, though, Nolan stripped again, laid back on his bed, pumped some lotion into his open palm, and panned the tablet to the last image in the folder ...

He was so excited ... he could almost taste her...

 

[LovelyLuna]

Sophie grimaced as the front door to her apartment slammed, shaking the walls and the cabinets in the kitchen. She stood at the sink, fingers gripping the edge of it so hard that her knuckles were white. Chuck was leaving again, this time for work, but she was sure he wouldn't come back home until late tonight. He was always out late after the two of them argued... and this argument hadn't been mild.

It had all started when she found the texts on his phone. An ex-girlfriend (a particularly persistent one, at that) had been sending him messages all day long, yesterday while he was at work. She only knew because his alarm had been going off, and he wasn't in the room, and she went to go stop the infernal noise and... well, then "Text from Kelly" had popped up, and it was all over. She had screamed at first, but he was much louder than her, and stronger, too. Sophie had eventually ended up in the corner of the room, cowering as he lay into her for "snooping" through his things and being a "nosy little bitch". It wasn't the first time that their arguments had escalated like this, and Sophie knew it was time to really stand up for herself, but it was so hard.

Staring at the suds in the sink in front of her, she busied herself by plunging her hands back into the soapy water and feeling around for the knife that she had dropped into the abyss a few moments earlier, in anger. Where are you, you little fucker... "Shit!" Pain shot up through her fingers as she located the tip of the knife with one fleshy pointer finger pad. She pulled her hand back quickly, instinctively, and cursed again at the sight of blood running down it. "Fuck fuck fuck..."

Wincing at the slight stinging of soap getting into her new cut, Sophie rushed from the kitchen down the hall to her tiny but cozy bathroom. She quickly turned the faucet on, thrusting her finger under the cold water before rummaging up in the medicine cabinet with her other hand. She located the box of bandaids and the bacitracin ointment, then let the blood finish running off of her skin. When she was sure it was all clean, she applied her ointment and stuck on a bandaid. There. Good as new. Turning to exit the bathroom, finger still a bit sore, Sophie headed for the bedroom. The damn dishes could wait, and he could do them himself if he was so irked by a full sink. She needed to answer a few emails anyway.

Settling herself down into her desk chair, Sophie rummaged around in the top drawer for her tablet. She had a few things to take care of, and this thing was practically her whole life. Groaning, unable to find it, Sophie pulled the drawer out all the way to peer inside. No tablet. No tablet...? What...? Frantically, Sophie went back through the things she had done a few days ago, the last time she remembered using it. She had worked the afternoon shift at the diner for once, at her dead-end waitressing job that paid little to nothing for her hard work. Oh, and she had gone to The Glen for some peace and quiet. She never got anything like that at home... and then... had she set it down on the rock that she had been perching on to go investigate the little brook behind the trees? She had... but she wouldn't have just left it there. Unless.. yes, as soon as she had set it down, she was interrupted by a phone call from her best friend.

"God damn it..." Sophie slammed the drawer shut and picked up her phone, scrolling until she found her friend Lucy's phone number. She sent her a quick text: Lost my fucking tablet, help...?, then hurried to her closet to pick out something to wear. She settled on a lace dress with short sleeves, tight all the way down. The neckline was lowcut, providing a stage for her ample cleavage, and Sophie appreciated the way she looked in the mirror, momentarily forgetting her relationship issues. Then she froze.

She suddenly remembered all the items of a personal nature that she stored on that tablet... pictures... old emails... but the pictures. God, the pictures. If someone were to get their hands on that. Fuck. But no, someone would probably just wipe it clean and sell it to make some quick cash or something. Right? Sophie knew she needed to do something.. make some sort of headway to get her hands on her property. She darted back over to the desk to log on to Chuck's computer, quickly pulling up her email account. All she had to do was email her own address. She figured that the person who had the tablet might see a new email notification and click on it, out of nosiness. That was fine. As long as they hadn't found her private stash.

Dear stranger,
Please give me back my tablet. Please? My life is on that thing, and I'm desperate. If you wanna meet somewhere, or even just mail it to me... I'll do anything.

Sincerely, Sophie

Proud of herself, she sent it and then twiddled her thumbs, waiting for a response. It couldn't be too long now.

 

[NiceRPGuy]

"I can't do it."

Nolan sat back in his chair with a disappointed -- no, crushed -- expression, asking, "What do you mean you can't do it...? Can't do what?"

Fingers Green made a What...? gesture with his hands -- hands that were supposed to be able to accomplish anything having to do with computers -- and clarified, "I can't hack the tablet's security is what I can't do. I can get into the pics gallery ... but it's gonna take time... and much more information."

Nolan was still stuck on the I can't do it portion of his childhood friend's statement ... and the fact that it seemed to imply he wouldn't be seeing anymore erotic pictures of The Blond.

When he didn't say anything more, Hugh -- the birth name his mother regretfully reminded him was his far too often -- continued, "I can't hack the security, but if you can get more information about this girl, I might be able to figure out what her password is. Most people use something that is either easy to remember, something that is of a common pattern, or something that is related to their life. What have you tried already?"

"Every ... thing," Nolan said, slumping even further back in the raggedy old chair that Hugh called his Thinking Chair but which, by the smell of it, Nolan was beginning to think was his Masturbating to the Internet Porn chair. He stood and moved over to lean against a cluttered desk as he began running through the multitude of passwords he attempted and the logic behind the choices. When Hugh asked if Nolan had tried each of them backwards, his mouth dropped open. "Backwards. Are you fucking serious."

Hugh shrugged as he picked the tablet up and scrolled through some more pics. He said with no apparent interest in the model, "Good pics ... professional quality, most of them. A couple of them are amateurish. She's either an amateur or professional photographer herself, knows someone who--"

"Really...? Really?" Nolan cut in. "We've got a tablet full of porn pics ... and you're critiquing the quality of the workmanship...?"

They bickered back and forth for a few minutes about what course to take. Nolan felt that Hugh should continue applying his hacking skills, which Fingers told him was a dead end; and Hugh felt that Nolan should go home and try to figure out the password himself and stop bothering him with what he called Horny ass, never gonna have her, go jerk on your own dick bull shit!

Nolan was about to make a smart crack about his 23 year old friend's vow of celibacy and, to Nolan's best knowledge, continuing state of virginity, when the Tablet let out a musical ring tone that caused both of the young men to flinch. They stared at the device for a long moment, until finally Hugh looked up to his friend and said, "They ain't texting me, buddy."

"They ain't texting me either, Thumbs!"

"Hey!" Hugh snapped, "That's uncalled for."

As Nolan grabbed up the tablet, he reminded Hugh, "Well, you seem to be all thumbs when it comes to..." He had been tapping at the icons at the screen until he was at the email index. He looked up to Hugh with a horrified look. "It's from her email ... to her email."

Hugh smiled broadly. "She's gotcha, bud. She knows it's missing finally ... and she wants it back. You know what that means don't you?"

Nolan didn't hesitate to open the email; he read the email ... then read it again ... then, at his urging, read it to Hugh.

"You have to contact her, Nolan," Hugh said without hesitation. "You have to reply to the email ... you have to let her know you found the tablet. Don't tell her you looked at the pics, for Christ's sake! The only way -- and I emphasize ONLY way ... we are going to get into this gallery ... is if you can gather more information on her. Ya gotta give me more to work with!"

"Done!" Nolan agreed, tapping at the screen to open an email reply. "But ... how do I let her know I have the Tablet without giving it back to her. If we meet ... isn't she going to expect me to have it...?"

Hugh considered the question for a moment, then smiled broadly. "Send this. It'll let you keep it a few days -- long enough for me to get into it, hopefully -- and it'll make her think no one's been eying her..."

Hugh hesitated, then made several gestures that were obviously his silent attempt to indicate tits and stuff.

Nolan interrupted his friend several times during the email's composition -- questioning the logic and choosing different words -- but ultimately it seemed as though they had created a message that would -- hopefully -- comfort the woman in the knowledge that the only person seeing her personals these days were whomever she was sleeping with -- if there was such a person, which Nolan hoped there wasn't -- and herself while staring in the mirror ... or, as it seems, touching herself in her teddy bear populated bed:

Hi Sophie! My name is Ruth. I found your computer thingy in the park while on vacation at my son's home. Sorry, I don't know much about them, except how to email. My grandson taught me how; he's so sweet. He is a wonderful 19 year old college student, and if you are his age or have daughters his age, you couldn't go wrong with meeting him. He said you would likely send a message, wanting your computer. I was going to leave it with him, but accidentally put it in my checked luggage when I returned to Tuscon this morning. Please send me your name and address, and I will FedEx your computer to you. Don't worry about the cost; I have a granddaughter who works there and gets a great discount.​

 

[LovelyLuna]

Sophie sat in her desk chair for an hour, randomly surfing the web on Chuck's computer and checking back every few minutes to see if she had received any emails. It didn't come quickly... which deeply worried her... but eventually a response popped up in her inbox.

"What...? An old woman?" Sophie was pretty surprised, admittedly, but she wouldn't put the possibility of all this being true past any universe. Stranger things had happened to her before. In an attempt to be as sweet and short as possible, Sophie quickly typed up a reply.

Oh, of course, no problem. I'm so glad someone like you found it! If it had fallen into the wrong hands, I might have never seen it again. It seems like you really respect the privacy of other people, too, which makes me breathe a lot easier.
Actually, though, it'd be great to get the tablet back as soon as possible. Is there any way you could send it in the mail to your son later today so I could meet up with him to retrieve it by tomorrow or the next day? I'm sorry to press, it's just that everything on my tablet is incredibly important to me. I'm a waitress (and 20, actually, not 19), so you can imagine that my tablet is the most expensive thing I've bought for myself in a long time. I hate to be without it!

Let me know!
Sophie

Satisfied, Sophie hit send and then pushed back from the chair she was sitting in. If she couldn't get the tablet back today, the least she could do is get up and go somewhere... sitting by the computer and waiting for emails from an 80 year old woman wasn't high on Sophie's list of preferred activities on a Thursday afternoon. She had a shift late tonight at the local diner, cleverly named the Greenham Diner, after the town she lived in. The rest of the afternoon, however, was hers.

Sophie had dropped out of college two years in, after meeting Chuck. He worked at a local distribution warehouse, full time. He didn't make much money, but that hadn't stopped him from wooing Sophie into putting the rest of her saved-up college tuition money into an apartment for the two of them. He had made her a slew of pretty promises when they started dating, telling her just how lucky he was to have her, just how well he wanted to treat her... making her feel like anything would be possible if they were together. And she believed him, much to the dismay of her parents. They barely spoke to her now, unless it was to berate her for her lack of "responsiblity" and her "complete disregard for her future".

But here she was, stuck in a situation she couldn't get out of, with a guy she was rapidly beginning to grow tired of. Just thinking about all the men she could be out there meeting (future doctors and lawyers and CEOs, if she had stayed in school), made Sophie sick to her stomach. The only thing to do now was to busy herself with other hobbies... other people, when she could. Glancing down at her phone, Sophie saw that she had received 4 frantic messages from her best friend, Lucy. They read, in order: What the fuck are you talking about, lost your tablet?; Soph... answer me...; Are you sure Chuck didn't take it????; Sophie, where the fuck are you?.

Chuckling Sophie typed back a quick response (Meet me at the Greenham mall, we can get coffee...) and then tossed her phone into her purse along with her wallet and car keys. Standing, she straightened out the hem of her dress and headed straight for the door. She had a little bit of money to work with left over from her last paycheck. The best part was that Chuck wasn't aware of its existence, and would therefore not be breathing down her neck to buy him cigarettes and beer. This money was for her. A sort of therapy, if you would.

35 minutes later, Sophie sat at a table in the food court with Lucy, rehashing the events of the past few days to her. She skipped over the arguments she had been having with Chuck, ranging from the mundane (who had last had the remote) to the outrageous (whose responsibility it was to make the bed in the morning) to the scary (earlier this morning, with him towering over her like a beast). Lucy hated Chuck, and she made this fact known every time she was in a room with him. The tension and icy chill in the air made it obvious to everyone, which made for an interesting time at each one of Sophie's birthday celebrations or holiday get-togethers.

Now, however, Lucy was rapt with attention, chewing nervously on her bottom lip and twirling a strand of frizzy red hair around her pinky finger. "So, it's some old lady named Ruth? I guess that could explain why you hadn't heard anything before today. Although... it seems odd that her son would have left the tablet in her care..."

Sophie was barely listening; these were all thoughts that she had previously mulled over. The most important thing to her, now, was to get the tablet back, whatever it took. She could only think of one thing: the singular locked album containing 66 very sensitive, very personal items. It just wasn't feasible for Sophie to expect that an average person would refrain from snooping through someone else's stuff... even if that person was a forgetful, old woman. Who knows who had gotten their hands on it beside her? Her son was young, he surely would have rummaged through the contents of the folder. And all the things inside it were so personal... they were for Sophie's eyes only (and Chuck's eyes, on very rare occasions).

Taking sensual pictures had become a certain pastime of Sophie's, ever since the moment she turned 18. She had never been very confident in her own body or sexuality, but taking pictures had been a way for her to become more comfortable in her own skin. Of course, at the beginning, she posted them online on various sites for that sort of thing... the attention from men, the boost of confidence that she derived from their compliments... it was all surreal. Then, after Chuck came into the picture, he demanded that she take the pictures down. He would still let her take them, of course... but they weren't to be seen by anyone but him (and some of his buddies on their drunken Fridays, she suspected). Sophie was more than willing to agree at first... he was her boyfriend after all. But when things started to become rough between the two of them, Sophie wondered if Chuck's insistence that she keep her body to herself was an act of jealousy or simply a way for him to control her life further.

She was jolted out of this deep thought suddenly by the sound of Lucy's fingers snapping directly in front of her face. "Oh... sorry, Luce... I'm in my own little world today... you were saying?"

 

[NiceRPGuy]

"Get ... over ... here ... now...!"

Nolan looked at the Caller ID on his phone again, not believing that the deeply emotional voice was from his seldom emotional buddy. He leaned closer to the cell, lying atop his desk on speaker. "What the hell are you talking about, Fingers ... and where is here?"

"I'm at the Mall," Hugh said, still whispering with just a touch of anxious growl in his voice. "She's here."

"Who's there, man?" Nolan quizzed, his mind only half on his friend's ranting as he tapped at the keyboard of Hugh's desk top computer. Hugh had headed to the mall an hour or so earlier -- Nolan really hadn't been watching the time -- for some super chip that was supposed to speed up his computer, upon which they were simultaneously running three different encryption software programs in an effort to prioritize the passwords Nolan was entering into the Tablet ... one ... single ... password ... after ... another ... for ... hours ... it seemed. "Jesus, Fingers, I'm just about to go bonkers here. The tips of my fingers hurt, and--"

"Will you shut up and get over here you idiot!" Hugh cut in, his voice louder and his growl more emotional than it had been even after seeing Disney's disappointing remake of Tron. "She's here...! The blond...! With the boobs and the ass and the ... the ... Oh, god, Nolan, Blondie's right here in front of me!"

Hugh stuck his head out from between the pillars of the Radio Shack, looking across to the coffee shop at the Blondie and another woman, who he assumed was a close friend. After seeing the pics on the Tablet, Hugh couldn't keep his imagination from asking in that familiar Yoda phraseology, Close friend how much, hmmm...? which was immediately followed by another thought, No wonder you're a frickin' virgin at 23 you twit!

"Nolan...? Nolan!" Hugh got no answer, but a moment later he heard a loud bang, followed by the familiar squeal of the gate out in front of his house, and he realized that his friend was hot tailing it to him as fast as he assumed a human could run with the line still open on his cell. He hung up the phone, then immediately texted:

Radio Shack. HURRY.​

Ten minutes later, Nolan was running a pattern through the Mall crowd that would have made an NFL running back proud. He was about to turn the corner toward Radio Shack when he ran smack into Hugh, sending the larger man to his butt with a shocked, "Settle, man! It's too late!"

Nolan could hardly breath, leaning over to put his hands on his knees as he gasped, "Waddaya mean it's too late?

Hugh leaned to the left to pull his cell from his back right pocket, checking it to ensure his slightly excessive weight hadn't destroyed it in the fall. Passersby gave him odd looks, but he simply ignored them, like he ignored most people most of the time, considering them irrelevant to his life. "It's too late, man. She's gone."

Nolan took a deep breath, puffed it out, and stood tall, searching about him with emphasis on the coffee shop across from the electronics store. He donned a tragic expression as he grilled his friend, finding out that he'd turned away from the women to explain to Security that he was waiting for a friend, only to turn back and find them gone.

Nolan headed for the coffee shop, leaving Hugh behind, still sitting on his ass. He searched the crowd in the main passage, then slowed as he entered the coffee shop and -- as inconspicuously as he could -- searched around for the face, and body, that was now emblazoned on the inside of his skull. There was no sign of her, which was needless to say devastating to Nolan.

"What can I get you?" a pimple faced, barista with a Van Dyke asked from behind the counter. "Our special of the day is a Pumpkin Latte ... large for the price of a--"

"There was a blond girl here," Nolan cut in, quickly clarifying, "Blond woman ... young ... maybe 18, 19 ... 20 or so."

The man shrugged, saying, "Sorry. Lot's of blonds in the Mall. Maybe a mocha instead...? We have a--"

"No!" Nolan cut in sharply. He made an apologetic gesture, then added, "I found ... I found her wallet-- her watch!" You idiot! Wallet, driver's license, address ... so what the hell would you need this numbskull for...? "Her watch ... it, um ... the clasp must have broke. It was on the floor next to her ... down at--"

The barista suddenly turned away, obvious not caring a hoot about Nolan's story or feigned concern for the wayward watch, and began his pitch to another customer.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! he growled to himself. She was HERE. She was RIGHT here, and you--

"You probably mean Sophie," a voice said to his right. When Nolan turned, a bit confused but then -- suddenly remembering the name from the email and Tablet -- said that yes, that was her. The woman sitting at the nearby table added, "She works at the Greenham Diner, you know, over on Main and Fifth, kitty corner to Papa's Pizza. You can probably leave it at the--"

Again, Nolan was off like a shot, heading back out into the mall in a search for his friend. He found him, of course, back in the Radio Shack, talking computers with the sales clerk. Nolan grabbed Hugh by the elbow and practically dragged him out of the store saying with obvious excitement, "I frickin' know where she works!"

As the two of them headed out of the mall and back toward Hugh's, they bantered back and forth about what to do with their new found information and, most importantly, what to do with the Tablet that Sophie would be wanting back.

"She doesn't know I have it!" Nolan reminded his very intelligent yet sometimes oblivious friend. Reminding Hugh of the story he himself had concocted, he said, "I can go over there and find her ... and ... and..."

He stopped dead in his tracks, and after Hugh realized he was walking alone, stopped, and turned back, Nolan asked, "And what...? What do I say, or do, or...?"

"You're asking me for advice about what to do with a woman?" he laughed, turning and walking away as he added, "I'm the 23 year old virgin, remember?"

 

[LovelyLuna]

Sophie bustled around in her apartment, hurrying to hop in the shower before work. She was going to be late, again, if she didn't get her ass moving. Chuck wasn't home yet (completely unsurprisingly) and she had the house to herself. She was actually glad for that, sure that Chuck would either come back wanting to argue more or wanting to have make-up sex. She was interested in neither of those options.

Turning on the hot water in her shower, Sophie stepped in and yelped a bit as her skin adjusted to the temperature. The water here was fickle, going from freezing to scalding in a matter of seconds, and frequently. Stepping underneath the water, she quickly shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then applied conditioner. In the midst of soaping up her body, she slipped her fingers over her slick, hardened nipples. Despite not wanting to fuck Chuck tonight, she knew she could use some action. The last time they had sex was only a few days ago, but she hadn't cum. Chuck never really made sure that she did, simply defaulting to a standard missionary position so he could get off as quickly as possible. He enjoyed himself, grunted as he filled her with his load, then rolled off of her and promptly fell asleep. She was almost tempted to finish herself off right then, grab her vibrator from her top drawer and just go at it.

But she hadn't, falling prey to the fatigue that a week of long, grueling shifts at the diner brought on. Today, though? She was wet. Pinching her left nipple, rolling it between her fingertips, Sophie let out a soft whimper. She couldn't remember the last time Chuck had done this to her, played with more erogenous zones than just the entrance to her pussy. Her other hand slipped down the expanse of her flat tummy, to her smooth, waxed mound. She liked to keep her pussy bare, more for upkeep than anything.. and Chuck liked it as well. Fingers parted her wet lips, finding her clit almost instantly. She was already swollen and excited... ready for a climax. Turning and leaning her shoulder blades up against the wall, Sophie brought herself to a rapid orgasm, flicking her clit until she was crying out to the empty, resounding walls of the shower.

No time to even think about it, Sophie quickly resumed her shower, rinsing the conditioner out of her hair. She soaped up her body, paying special attention to her pussy, rinsing away the evidence of her self-pleasure. And then she was out, turning off the water and quickly drying her body and hair. Once she was back in her bedroom, she braided her long, blonde locks into a side plait, letting it hang down over her shoulder. Then she pulled on a black, lace thong and a matching black bra, followed by her standard tight black skirt and white button down shirt. The uniform at Greenham was just like any other diner... boring, and unflattering, unless you knew how to adjust it.

Sophie hiked the skirt up a tiny bit, and made sure to leave the top button of her shirt undone. It was little things like this that made her job a little more exciting (which was completely necessary, in her line of work). Slipping her feet into black tennis shoes, Sophie laced them up, grabbed her things and rushed out to the car.

30 minutes later, Sophie was clocking in for her shift. It was 9 pm now, and the diner was empty, minus a few people sitting up at the bar in the front. She knew the real rush would start around midnight, and she'd be serving college students and older construction guys getting off of work around that time.

An hour later, Sophie had a few customers. A young couple who had insisted on sitting next to each other, instead of across from each other, was perusing the menu slowly, giggling and pointing to things as they decided what to order. An older gentleman, probably about 50, was sipping coffee and watching Sophie determinedly, not even looking away when she caught him staring. A couple of teenagers (probably with new licenses), were eyeing her from their table too, though they were much less quiet about it.

"Yo... yo, waitress...?" Sophie groaned as she heard the enthusiastic call from the teens' table, realizing that she was about to be subjected to a slew of bad pick-up lines and flirtations. "Yes? What can I get you guys?" She put on her best waitress smile and poised her pencil above her pad of paper, ready for whatever it was they were going to throw at her.

The tallest of the four was the first to speak up. He ran a hand over his thickly gelled hair and smirked, licking his front teeth before speaking. "Well... ya know, I think I'd like a tall, vanilla milkshake... throw some whipped cream on that.... and.... hell, why the fuck not, give me a sweet little cherry on top." Sophie watched him as he spoke, unamused and unchanging. She would not let him think she was intimidated.

"All right. A milkshake. Fine. And the rest of you?" They giggled like children, elbowing each other at what they deemed bold behavior from their friend. "Ya know, I think we'd all like to try your milkshake... and cherries...." This one was clearly a follower, and a stupid one at that.

Sophie, still smiling, simply nodded and turned on her heel, dropping the grin as soon as she could. She headed to the kitchen to put in their stupid, childish orders, sighing. She was not getting paid nearly enough for this job.

"Sal? Can you grab 4 vanilla milkshakes for the douchebags at table 20? I don't care if you make 'em any good... use that ice cream that's been sitting out for an hour, it's nice and soupy...." Exiting the kitchen, after receiving a grunt and a nod from the diner's head chef, Sal, Sophie leaned up against the wall, surveying the restaurant. It was pretty empty, she had time to rest. Then she heard the door open, the bells chiming incessantly... the hostess was in the back parking lot taking her smoke break, and her fellow waitresses were either too old to hear the door or too insolent to care. This left the responsibility of seating and waiting on these new customers to Sophie. "I'm coming! Hold on..."

 

[NiceRPGuy]

Nolan spun back, aiming for the parking lot before he was even fully through the diner's door. "I can't do this."

Hugh snagged him by the collar, giving him the awkward choice of falling over backward or back stepping inside once more. As Nolan turned to him, he said, "You dragged me down her at nine... just to flake out. Bullshit! I should be at home watching the live feed from the Microsoft Development Symposium, but noooooo ...you had to have a side kick for this childish venture of--"

"Childish!. You stared at those pics longer than I did!"

"Yes, Hugh confirmed, turning Nolan forcefully toward the hall leading up to the Hostess'es station. "And that was all I needed. I am not the one who thinks he's gonna get laid by this woman".

Nolan proceeded ahead of his friend, his eyes scanning anxiously for anyone he might know. There were no familiar faces, nor any faces that seemed close enough to his age of 23 that they might know him, without him knowing them!

A woman's voice called out, and Nolan turned, and ...she was there! He recognized that face immediately ...and that shapely form as well. He plopped down into the nearest booth, as if being seated would somehow make him seem just a casual customer.

Beside him, Hugh just laughed, then took the seat across from him. "You're hopeless."

When Sophie stepped up to take their order, Hugh had to do the talking, ordering burger baskets and shakes. Nolan's brain was in seizure, stuck on the image of this lovely stretched out on her bed, with one hand holding a stuffed bear and the holding her clit.

 

[LovelyLuna]

Sophie was unfazed when the two newest customers came in and seated themselves promptly. People did that all the time, it was just a casual diner... but they both looked nervous, as if they were hiding something. Shrugging it off as just a quirk that the two men had, Sophie headed over, pen and pad poised to take their orders.

"What'll it be, boys?" She glanced at the thinner one, a rather attractive guy who looked to be about her age. He seemed the most nervous, tapping his fingers incessantly on the table and blushing every time he looked up at her. She felt uneasy for a moment, wondering what it was that was causing him to act this way. Did she have something on her teeth? Was she accidentally showing some nipple? Whatever it was, she had to ignore it. She could check on her own personal appearance later. Looking to his friend, a fatter guy (and probably one who hadn't been laid in a while, judging from his nerdy appearance), she raised her eyebrows. "Hmm? Should I give you guys some more time?"

The fatter one cleared his throat and spoke up, shooting his friend a condescending look. "We'll get two burgers and fries, and some vanilla shakes. Thanks..." Sophie wrote it all down and nodded at the two of them, then turned on her heel to go grab them some glasses of water. Standard protocol required them to have something to sip on while they waited, and Sophie wasn't going to skimp out on that simply because they were acting a little strange. She bounced her hips a bit to the music playing overhead as she doled out ice and cold water into each glass. Then she strutted back over to the guys and set down their glasses, along with a little bowl of lemon slices. "I'll be back as soon as possible with your food, guys..."

With that, Sophie strolled away to check on her other tables. 20 minutes later, Sophie was standing by the soda fountain again, biding her time until the rush came in. She had already delivered the burgers to the men who had come in, thanked heartily by the fat one but practically ignored by the skinnier one, who merely stammered out a mumbled phrase. She couldn't read him... couldn't understand why it was that he was being so stand-offish with her. She was just a waitress... completely harmless. And she was sure she didn't know him, it wasn't as if they had some tricky past. So... what the fuck?

Catching sight of the large guy's hand in the air, Sophie smoothed out her skirt and headed over to them. "Yes? Do you guys need more water? Napkins?"

 

[NiceRPGuy]

After Sophie went off to get the water, Nolan leaned over the table toward his friend and whispered, "My God! She's so ... so..."

When he couldn't finish what was supposed to be a comment on her erotic beauty, Hugh just shook his head, looked across the diner to the waitress, then said to his buddy, "Jesus, Nolan, what is with you. You already saw her naked--" He leaned in as well, adding, "And fucking playing with herself. How the hell can her taking a food order make you cream your shorts?"

Nolan ignored him, concentrating on Sophie as she continued with her duties. She delivered their water and departed once more, then returned a couple of more times, checking on their happiness or delivering some condiment Hugh called for ... and then didn't even use.

"What do I say?"

Hugh finished enough of the huge bite of burger in his mouth to be coherent and asked, "About what?"

"About the Tablet."

Hugh tried to talk, choked on yet another huge bite, spit crumbs onto the table, then leaned in so close and hard that his weight cause the pedestal table to move an inch closer to his friend. He growled, "You say nothing!"

Hugh finished his current bite, signalling Nolan to settle, then -- after ensuring Sophie was out of ear shot -- said, "You can't tell her about the Tablet now. She thinks it's in Tuscon. You tell her now -- either that you have it or are the fictitious old woman's grandson -- and she will know you are a liar ... and then you'll never see her naked except for when you have a good charge on the battery!"

Nolan realized his friend was right, but quizzed him for options. Hugh was actually more interested in his burger and the fries before Nolan that were being ignored. But, after a moment's thought, he said, "You need to learn more about her. I ran a program while you were at home prissing yourself up for ... for what ever this is ... a date ... stalking ... whatever. It ranked the possible passwords by likely percentage, using her name, her age, her city ... stuff like that. But there's still too much we don't know."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"That's simple," Hugh said, suddenly shooting his hand up in the air and waving to Sophie for her presence. Once he saw her coming this way, he looked back to Nolan with a wide smile and said, "Talk to her."

"Oh my god, I can't just--"

But Nolan didn't finish the thought, seeing Sophie near quickly. He glared at his friend, then looked up to Sophie with was supposed to be a smile.

(OOC-- FYI, I want to add more but I am falling asleep at the computer and doing more back spacing than typing. Thank god for spell check.)

 

[NiceRPGuy]

The waitress asked if they needed anything, and Nolan hesitantly replied, "Yes ... Sophie ... I could use--"

Nolan's eyes widened as he realized his mistake: he'd used her name, the name she'd given his supposed-grandmother in an email that he shouldn't know yet. Half of his mind grasped for a reason he would know her name if she called him on it, while the other half simply hoped she didn't notice the stranger knowing her name.

"Name tag," Hugh said. The same thought had been going through his mind, but the current difference between him and his friend was that his blood was in his brain, making it work, while Nolan's was in his crotch swelling his dick. Jeeeez... Fucking horny bastard.

Nolan suddenly realized what Hugh was trying to clue him in on and looked away from Sophie's cleavage to the name tag that was just left of it. He sat back in his seat and literallY puffed out a sigh of relief, not realizing until he'd done it that that, too, was a stupid thing to do. Relax, man, you gotta relax. You're gonna blow this!

"Napkin!" Nolan said bluntly with a Eureka emphasis that made it sound almost as if he'd just discovered napkins. More calmly, he very conspicuously eyed her name tag again and said, "Yes ... Sophie ...I would like a napkin, please."

And then, suddenly, as if the words were still coming from Nolan, Hugh added, "And your phone number. Sophie ...my friend here thinks you're beautiful and wants to know if you'll have coffee with him tomorrow."

Nolan's mouth fell open ...and his face flushed red ... and with his blood already busy in other places, later the two young men would joke that it was lucky Nolan hadn't simply passed out at Hugh's boldness

 

[LovelyLuna]

Sophie's eyes widened as the first man called her by her first name. She wasn't completely shocked... she knew she had on a nametag that was completely visible to any and all customers she served... but no one ever called her by her first name except 40 something year old mothers who were trying to impress their children. Her hand went instinctively to the edge of her metal name tag, fingering it while the two men battled back and forth in front of her. They acknowledged the fact that the first guy had known her name because of the name tag (which shouldn't have been something they needed to acknowledge in the first place) and then moved on to their request. Napkins... napkins were easy enough.

Sophie was nodding, smiling, about to turn away when Mr. Nerves' friend spoke up again. "And your phone number. Sophie... my friend here thinks you're beautiful and wants to know if you'll have coffee with him tomorrow."

At those words, Sophie turned back around, one hand on her hip, watching the two men carefully. She examined their faces, trying to ascertain whether or not this was some pathetic joke. She got hit on at the diner all the time, yeah... but never in so earnest a way. And his flushed cheeks were kinda cute... she had already noticed how attractive he was. Yeah, there was Chuck to contend with, but Chuck worked all the time. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him... it was just coffee, right? Sophie felt butterflies rise up in her stomach, realizing that, for the first time in a long time, a guy was showing interest in her for more than just sex. And he barely knew her...

"I don't know. I don't usually have coffee with guys who I don't even know the first name of..." Sophie pressed one palm against the table, leaning down a little further towards the man in question, listening expectantly.