Attachments Novels & Stories

I wanted it perfect. He didn’t reply right away. I almost used the toy. I stopped myself. I waited. When the message finally came, it was a screenshot. His phone background. My picture. Nothing else. I smiled at the screen. Tuesday he didn’t come to the shop. Didn’t text. By the time I got on the bus home I was sure he’d lost interest. Then I found the box at my door. No postage. A note: Open first, then call. Inside was a small remote vibrator and a webcam.

From: Alexandra —— My full name was in the subject line. Elizabeth Adams. I blinked, staring at it longer than necessary. Should I open it? My thumb hovered over the screen. My throat felt dry suddenly. You wanted proof, I told myself. If this is it, don’t stand in your own way. I tapped it open. The first thing I saw wasn’t text. It was attachments. Multiple. Screenshots. Forwarded threads. Encrypted files. My breath slowed. The first email thread was between Stephanie and someone saved as D. ——

It's called Stories By Menna, hope you join, here is the link:https://www.f******k.com/groups/343882321009167/ sending you love and appreciation.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

It read: "Hey Jules, sorry it's so last minute but it's urgent. Do you by chance know any available desk job vacancies? Highly appreciated. Thank you"

Chapter Forty-Two — Julian Julian stared at the email on his screen until the words lost meaning. Subject: Slide 14 transitions – updated Attachment: one file. No extra commentary. Just the work. He hadn’t replied yet. He couldn’t. His thumb hovered over the play button on the attached preview. He clicked anyway.

she wondered as she opened each message one by one: From: 09******* Hey. From: 09******* Why aren’t you replying? From: 09******* Hi. From: 09******* I just want to return something to you. From: 09******* Are you annoyed with me? Is that why you haven’t replied? From: 09******* Hi. Please text back. From: 09******* I’m not a bad person. From: 09******* I just want to give your notes back :(** From: 09*******

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘’𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰… Then it shows typing and another line of message appears. 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. -𝓩𝔂𝓸𝓷 𝓩𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲

It was a simple black tank top that cut off above the midriff. There was a Spade on the front with a “Q” inside of it, and on the back, black letters spelled out “Certified Black Cock Slut”. It arrived in a plain brown box with a note that read “NO BRA!!!”. The words were underlined several times, and the note was signed “June Maki, CoS Wardrobe Department”. After trying it on in the mirror, sans bra of course, I made a mental note to give June the biggest hug in the world when I finally met her.

The lines around his eyes looked deeper than usual. I almost backed out. Almost. Instead I took a deep breath, adjusted my slightly loosened tie and short blue skirt, and stepped inside. “Mr. White?” He looked up, surprised, then offered that familiar gentle smile. “Ella. You’re still here? It’s late.” “I… finished sorting the notes for next week’s lab. I thought I’d drop them off before heading home.” He nodded, gesturing for me to come closer. I placed the folder on the table, lingering a second longer than necessary. The faint scent of whiskey mixed with his cologne reached me.