Post 207: Let's Go Get Him, p1

“So are we done vandalizing my beautiful new website?” Marisela Vazquez asked, a typical turn on her typically long-suffering smile as she sat at her Office Manager’s desk early that Saturday evening. She’d just had her Tito’s-and-cranberry topped off once again by her new blonde friend, Amelia, and was now drinking what was basically pinkly-tinted vodka over melted ice. Amelia strutted over to the couch, a tipsy sway to her broad hips.

They definitely shouldn’t be doing this, altering the “Meet our Staff” page of the practice website while drinking, but Marisela had to admit it was kinda fun. Josie and Lakshmi? “Babygirl” and “Boom Boom”? Herself as the Big Titty Goth GF? Kinda stupid but what the hell, right? Silly, just the vodka talking…but what they’d done to his pic was particularly evil haha. Will he see it? Do I care? EDM poured out of the speakers perched in the corners, and the three had all kicked off their heels.

“No no no, we still have to do that new Katarina girl,” Randi insisted, bouncing up and down on her toes but then sitting down again on Melissa’s desk, turning the widescreen monitor towards herself, “Did you see how much she pumped yesterday at her desk? She even calls herself a cow.”

“Moooooo…” Amelia brayed, tossing her long platinum hair, swaying to the music on her seat on the couch. She’d decided, against her better judgment, to skip her typical Saturday manicure so she could hang out and get drunk with Marisela and Randi after a long afternoon working with Melissa and those girls from Evolution on the construction plans. They’d just hijacked Melissa’s gorgeous new office for their impromptu little party and had - at Randi’s suggestion - taken to jokingly adding nicknames to everyone’s portraits on the company site, replacing the already-inappropriate pictures with new, even racier images. It felt a little like being in high school again, the girls at the cool table laying into the yearbook with a sharpie, but she had to admit it was pretty hilarious. She’d even come up with the “Big Barbie Bimbo Bitch” thing herself.

“Omigod fine…” Marisela huffed, shaking her head and laughing as she laid again into the code. “Mooooo…” she repeated, drunkenly, as Randi searched for the crazy-big boob pic she’d snapped of Katarina yesterday. The girl was good at keeping tons of images on her phone; the photoshopped “MOUTH” one of herself was a particularly good find. Melissa will probably find this all funny, Marisela thought to herself, but of course I’ll have to revert this all back to my archived files by Monday.

“I’m freakin’ plastered,” Amelia offered, marveling at how far they’d made it into the second bottle of vodka, which sat on the low coffee table alongside its empty twin.

“Haha me too…” Marisela agreed, snapping the chest-shot of Katarina that Randi had just emailed her into place, adjusting the new, luridly red text over the old copy. She was drunk, but she felt great. Invigorated.

“Haha omigod this is rich…” Randi snickered, eyes narrowing and pulling up a new text from Melissa, “Missy just told me he’s upstairs, and we’re being too loud for him. We’re making him nervous..!”

“She wants us to stop?” Marisela asked.

“She didn’t say that,” Randi smiled, “she just said he’s trying to sleep haha.”

“Long day alone, jerking off?” Amelia offered, dryly, “Little guy needs a nap?”

“Fuck that,” Randi answered, swiping off her phone to slip it down her top and stand, abruptly, from the desk, “let’s go get him!!”

Marisela’s thighs had started to tingle…