And just like in high school, suddenly, we had an audience. People peered over cubicle walls, putting calls on hold to eavesdrop on our conversation. Eavesdrop wasn’t even the right word. They were watching overtly, whispering behind lifted hands.
My bravado left me just as suddenly as it had appeared. Did they all know? Maybe everyone knew about Jake being fake. But it was fine. It was all fine because I had three men now. Holding my head high, my voice rang clear and true.
“Jake and I broke up last week,” I stated matter of factly. “I’m seeing someone new now.” People rolled their eyes discreetly, like I was lying all over again.
And Mary laughed a high-pitched hyena laugh.
“Is your new guy long distance too?” she thrummed throatily. “Let me guess, this one works in Borneo or somewhere so far away that the only time you guys see each other is over Skype right? This is a Skype relationship?” she sneered.
My fingers itched to slap that witchy grin from her face.
“Actually, if you must know, we just started dating,” I replied stiffly. “We met this weekend at my best friend’s wedding.”
If Mary rolled her eyes any harder they probably would roll right out of her head and out the door. Her laugh this time was laced with malice and venom as she eyed me up and down before speaking.
“Seriously, Katie,” she said condescendingly. “You should just stop telling lies. Just stop. This isn’t seventh grade. Everyone knows that Jake was a figment of your imagination. Everyone in the office feels sorry for you but doesn’t want to call you out. So just stop with this boyfriend shit, okay?”
Was that true?
Did everyone know?
But the thing is, there was truth to my words this time.
But before I could respond, Mary’s words came again.
“Now maybe you’ll stop with all your ridiculous lies. No one would ever be interested in a fat girl like you. Please. We work at a women’s magazine. We know what men want, and it’s definitely not you.”
She stood there preening like a peacock, venom dripping from her lips. I wanted to shoot back with a sharp retort, act smart and sassy, and yet all I could do was stand there with my mouth open, willing the waterworks not to start.
“But … but ….” came my stammer.
Mary twirled a platinum lock around her fingers, already bored.
“Please Katie,” she sighed like a lady in waiting. “Don’t waste our time, okay? You don’t belong here. You only got hired because we needed diversity, and you were the “fat” component. Haven’t you noticed? The rest of us are thin, you’re the only one who’s out of shape.”
And I couldn’t take it anymore. Was there some kind of diversity initiative that included bodies of all types? I’ve heard of gender diversity, racial diversity, even sexual orientation as a guideline. But body shapes? Was I the magazine’s nod to curvy girls?
It was too much. Letting out a choked cry, I ran for the bathroom, slamming the door and burrowing into a stall. And then the waterworks came like a flood. Why were some girls so cruel? Whatever happened to sisterhood? I know we’re not a perfect team, but still, this?
Tearing big gobs of tissue from the toilet paper roll I blotted my face, make-up coming off in smudges. Oh god, oh god. Why was this happening?
But there were no answers. After sobbing some more, I sat limply on the toilet seat. Why had I been humiliated again? Why me? I was twenty-two, and scenes like this were throwbacks to junior high. But not for me.
Snuffling hard, I pulled down my panties with the urge to go. But a weird sticky feeling overcame me then. Oh my god, there was a string of cum connecting my puss to the thin silk, and seeing the wetness made me feel better. It was like Kane, Mason and Tyler were in the stall with me, their big forms reassuring, concrete proof of my desirability.
And in a trance, I did something dirty then. Slowly probing one of the globs with my finger, I raised the digit to my lips to sample their combined spunk, the unique salty-sweet flavor flooding my senses.
Reassurance overcame over my form then, like a warm liquid shoring up my soul. This is real. They are real. I didn’t make this up. I, Katie Evans, have three alpha billionaires interested in me. Kane, Tyler and Mason think I’m sexy and beautiful, full stop. We’ve done crazy things, all because they find me irresistible.
So yeah, the cum in my panties was concrete proof. Despite how Mary wanted to make me feel, she couldn’t take that away. She couldn’t take away what I’d shared with them, the loving so hot and strong. Every word, every touch from the men made me feel cherished. Being around them was like soaring to a higher plane, my senses magnified, the world in a rainbow of color instead of gray and black.