Well, here we are again. Since your boy last spoke, we have been on a bit of a run. We underestimated the emotion and physical pain this journey would bring us. So, in light of a few bruised ribs and traumatic experience, I've been on a hiatus.
Originally, I set out to complete this by the end of the week. Unfortunately, that did not happen. During that time Abby escaped as I saw her room was vacant online, Brianna got out and Katrina was exposed as the fraud domme she was when the video of her and I made the internet from a Russian page. Revenge was halfway done. Abby, Brianna and Kat were quiet, however.
Weeks had gone by and nothing was said. No arrest warrants, no retribution, nothing, just quiet. Looking back, it was an irrational thing to do, but I couldn't just stop. The humiliation had taken its toll on me but my experience with Abby, Brianna, and Katrina as well as Yui made me question myself and life.
Perhaps I should have thought of all of this but sometimes you act before you think, and the carriage goes before the horse. Now it was time to shoot the horse and set my sights on my next target.
Phoebe had stayed close to where she grew up. She did not keep social media but there was a LinkedIn with her business. Little Miss Phoebe had grown up to be a schoolteacher. Teaching at an Elementary School nearby. In the evenings, however, she worked part time as a librarian downtown. I did not want to involve a school, because that would just be illegal.
Instead, we decided to take care of business downtown.
She was the evening librarian, typically working the closing 4-8 shift. It wasn't a high paying job but Phoebe was always book oriented and more about learning than vibing or partying. In all honesty, this was a hard one for me. She had never truly mistreated me like say Abby, Brianna, Amber or Katrina, but the fact she was there that day and likely was one of the farters, was enough for me to fulfill this. Afterall, no retribution had come so far.
I mean, really, could you imagine reporting that? Making the news as the girl who got farted on? I guess its not as bad as being the farter, but those labels live beyond that moment.
I arrived at 2pm and sat down. I knew I had a plan, but this wasn't my best one. Work had let out early and so I arrived there. Handcuffs were in my cargo pants ready to go, and I had my white briefs sweaty and gassed up. I had planned on getting food at some point, but I wasn't sure when.
My plan was to...well...yeah about that.
Aside from my usual garb, I did not have one.
Creative lows happen sometimes people and if I'm being honest, a library ain't ideal either.
The gear was ready, the uniform was on, but I had nothing to do with it. A lot of it was...I don't know. Perhaps I needed a slow burn. Get to know her and lure her like I did Abby.
But Jesus what the fuck was I thinking? I had to be smarter, more discreet. I decided to head across the street to get a Halloween mask, a cheap little latex that can cover my face. It was the season after all. Perhaps we put it on, get her when she's checking the bathrooms after closing. She will enter the men's room, and I will get her there.
I knew I had to quick, I had to be smart, and I had to be discreet. Failure was not an option.
As I re-entered the library with the mask in my pocket, I turned the corner to walk to my own private little corner away from the front desk when I heard my name called. I turned around and in front of me stood a girl of plenty of size. She was tall-ish at 5'8, thickish all over. I wasn't going to guess her weight, but she filled out her body well. With thick black circular glasses and long brown hair she greeted me with a smile.
"Yes, that is my name, I'm sorry I don't believe I know who you are." I said.
"It's Phoebe." she replied
I couldn't believe it, there she was right there in front of me. I had been exposed before I could even get her. Suddenly I was exposed.
"I don't know if you remember me or not." she followed up.
I immediately changed my expression from shock to friendly when I said, "I am so sorry, I didn't recognize you."
The last time I saw Phoebe, she was a few inches shorter. She was one of the taller girls but nothing that really stood out. Weight wise, she was 3x the size she uses to be. Phoebe was a thinner girl with a thin waist, tiny butt, and small breasts. Now she had grown up to be big, beautiful woman and at that moment I paused, unable to comprehend my former friend in front of me.
"It's okay, I've had some changes." she smiled.
"I noticed. You look great." I said.
"Thank you." she replied with a smile.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked.
"I work here. Well, I am until tonight. Today is my last day." she said.
"Last day?" I asked.
"Yeah, I moved last week but I wanted to finish my obligations here and at my other job before I start work there next week. So, I'm still here but my apartment is just a few things. I'm moving the rest out this weekend." she answered.
"Where are you moving?" I asked.
"Glenwood." she said.
"Wow, that's pretty far away." I replied.
"Yeah, but it has better pay there for my new job and its cheaper to live." she replied.
"But you have always lived here. I remember you said you never wanted to leave." I replied.
"Yeah, but life changes and I've changed my life a lot the last few years." she answered with a sigh but a cheerful glee.
"Well, I'm very glad to see you, it's been a long time." I responded.
"Yes, it has...what are you doing later?" she said reluctantly.
"Nothing, actually." I replied.
"Would you like to meet up after this? We can get dinner." she purposed.
"Where at?" I questioned.
"Let's met up at the Diner." she replied.
"8:30?" I asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"Perfect." I said with a smile.
Change of plans. I returned the mask to Wal-Mart and got my money back. I needed it for dinner. I knew I had to do something, but I wasn't sure what to do. She had caught me before I could even figure out a plan. I was exposed and now here I sat feeling foolish because I planned revenge on this nice girl who wants to just meet up.
I didn't bring my handcuffs, but I did change briefs. Perhaps, just in case. Maybe I could just accidentally fart on her and that's my revenge. She didn't deserve to be stripped, humiliated, and gassed up like the others. She was always nice to me and we were always friendly. This wasn't the same girl but it was. I don't know, this is hard man.
I decided an attire change. This time I'd wear jeans, a black polo and some cologne, after a shower of course. I don't want to stink her out before I stink her up.....if I can stink her up.
Yeah, perhaps I've not grown into being that man but I had to do something.
I walked into the restaurant where I greeted her at the door where she walked in wearing just the clothes, she had one, a white blouse and long black skirt with black heels and her hair down.
"How have you been?" she asked.
"I've been great, got a really nice job and a lot of good future." I replied.
