Mr Yawena

Alexa stopped in her tracks as she saw her boss standing by the booth by the ferris wheel. He was looking at the images as they came up. He hadn’t noticed Alexa yet, but the two slowly approached.

His back straightened. He pulled out his phone and he typed something. Then he paused. He turned away, still not looking at Alexa. Alexa squirmed nervously, wondering what he was doing. She slowly approached the photos, and gazed at them.

Her eyes widened. There she was, making out with Michelle, pants lower than her knees, her diaper on display. And despite Michelle’s body, hiding most of her, her face was still distinguishable. “Come on, Alexa,” Michelle said. “Let’s go home. I don’t think we need a picture.”

Alexa didn’t know what to say as she nodded and joined Michelle. Her phone went off but Alexa didn’t dare answer it. She couldn’t imagine the reaction she would get. Did Yawena notice it was her? Who was she kidding, of course he did.