Work

"May I please speak to Miss Alexa Johnson?" A serious voice said through the phone.

"Who you're speaking to now. How might I help you?" Alexa said as she sat on a park bench. Carol had left to grab something from a nearby food truck.

"Miss Johnson, I'm so glad I could reach you. I'm Melissa Alizvon from Tech Focus. I was hoping you could come back to the office today and sign some forms." The woman's voice relaxed after hearing it was Alexa.

"Forms for?" Alexa asked, confused. Carol came back with some snowcones, with Alexa eager to try hers. She made Alexa wait till the phone call was done.

"Oh, my apologies, I should've started with that. Your presentation yesterday was excellent. We'd like to put it on the front page of our company website. Since you don't work for our company, we'd just need a consent form from you." The woman stated.

"Gotcha. When should I come in?" Alexa asked, hoping it wouldn't be today.

"Today works. Actually, I'll be busy tomorrow, so I'd need you to be here today. How's in about a hour sound?" The woman's voice asked.

"Uhm, yes, but well could I have a bit more time...?" Alexa asked.

"You said yes? Sorry, you're breaking up. I'll see you in a hour then." The voice said, with the line going dead.

"Shit." Alexa said, licking her snowcone.

"Work?" Carol questioned, watching a group of young men playing volleyball shirtless. She felt a stirring in her body as she thought about Paul, who's body looked so similar to those men.

"Yes. Damnit. I have to go in to sign a form. Like, now." Alexa said, annoyance very evident.

Carol sighed, sad their day was being cut short like that. But work came first, especially for her friends. Alexa hopped back into the booster seat, watching with eager eyes as Carol's boobs jiggled in the dress. Carol noticed her eyes, and looked down at her chest.

"Are you just always going to gawk at poor old me as I get you in your booster seat?" Carol asked, pulling the one strap just a bit too tight, meaning Alexa had zero chance not to display her diaper cover during the drive. She had to wait to zing back as Carol walked around the car.

"Sorry, I just was having two watermelons shoved in my face. Hard not too stare when I nearly suffocate every time." Alexa said, sticking her tongue out at the laughing Carol.

"Alright, that was a good one." Carol said, and the women enjoyed the nice car ride to the corporate tower.

Getting into the lobby was easy enough, and Alexa saw that dreaded red haired secretary from yesterday, making sure to avoid the bitch. Instead, she walked up to a nicer looking young woman, who seemed just a bit frazzled.

"Ms. Alizvon? Oh certainly, you'll see her on floor 42..." She checked the directory. "Room A3. Elevator is to your right Miss." She got back to typing on her computer. Alexa walked through the metal detector, setting off the alarm. The two guards from yesterday walked over to her.

"You were here yesterday, weren't ya?" Ronnie said, remembering the diaper wearing businesswoman from yesterday. She looked much, much younger today.

"I was. Um, I had to head up the elevator." Alexa said, taking a badge from the men and heading up the elevator.

"Ms. Alizvon is currently getting coffee, could I take a message?" A young male clerk sat at a desk in front of the woman's office.

"I needed to meet with her to sign some consent forms...?" Alexa questioned. Hadn't that woman said she'd be here?

"Oh right, Ms. Johnson. She should be back soon. She asked me to get you your photo taken while we waited." The man said, standing up.

Alexa followed him through the floor, confused why she needed a photo; he explained it would be on the company's front page, so they wanted a photo of who the speaker was. Sitting in a chair, in front of a camera, Alexa prepared herself to have the photo taken. Until....nothing happened.

"Shit. Sorry, language. Shoot. Let me find a new camera." The boy said, walking off. Alexa felt her bladder begin to stir at the worst time, and she fussed with her outfit as she waited. Don't use the bathroom while getting her photo take, she told herself.