Published: October 22nd 2020, 2:01:00 pm
The start of a new story, commissioned by Elizabeth.
It was always a little risky, heading into the lion's den directly like that, but sometimes that was exactly what Elizabeth had to do. She knew where her target worked, of course, had even figured out which of the windows on the outside of the building were attached to his office. Unfortunately, he closed all the blinds right before the meeting time she'd found in the cryptic e-mail in his account's recycling bin after hacking his password, so instead of using her zoom lens to get a few pictures from the building across the street, she was going to have to improvise.
It was far from ideal... The easiest window for her to use without raising too many suspicions had been in the stairwell, and she'd rightly guessed it would be pretty hot and stuffy in there, so she'd dressed accordingly. It was getting hot enough outside that nobody was likely to take the stairs rather than the elevator if they didn't have to, which meant nobody would see her, and find that strange...
Until she made her way into the office building. It was a rookie mistake, not having something else to change into waiting in her car, although, to be fair, even if she had, she wasn't sure she'd have had time. The blinds had shut mere minutes before the appointed time, giving her very little opportunity to come up with an alternate plan, much less hoof it to the parking garage and back.
Thankfully, she knew she ought to be able to get in; she hadn't done so yet, but she'd called the front desk to see what their visitor policy was, just in case. It had looked like she wasn't going to have to use it, which suited her perfectly fine... Littles didn't tend to blend in too well in places like that.
She didn't want to have to sign in, to leave any trace, even under a fake name. Besides, facing security could end quite badly for her, if they thought she was an escapee from the on-site daycare she knew they had, or just a troublesome little who had wandered in. All they needed was the faintest suspicion she was up to no good, and she could find herself in a diaper, up for adoption, by the end of the day.
So, even though she knew she didn't have long to wait, she stayed outside the building, peering in through the windows, ducked down beneath the sill, until she saw someone go up to the security station and start talking. Quickly, she darted inside, sneaking across the lobby, past them, heading right for the bank of elevators.
It was a strange paradox; when it came to Amazons, most of them found it easy to overlook littles, both literally and figuratively, since they were so much smaller than them. If they wanted to get them into diapers, however, they always had a million reasons why, bringing up the tiniest mistakes that should have gone unnoticed. Sneaking around under their noses wasn't too hard... But, if they did happen to spot her, she knew it wouldn't end well.
She'd made it all the way to the elevators, and thought she'd pulled it off, when she heard one of the officers ask, "Did you have a little check in?" Frantically, she punched the button for the floor she needed, heart pounding, watching the doors start to close, agonizingly slow, making her wonder if she should make a break for the stairs instead.
"I'll call the daycare," the other one replied. "See if they have a runaway. You go catch her."
"Come on," she whispered, pressing the button again, and again, seeing the security officer get up, striding towards her. She might be able to outrun him to the stairwell... His legs were much longer than hers, though, and he'd definitely be able to catch up to her on the stairs. She whimpered, feeling a slight warm spot growing in her panties, knowing that was only going to make things worse for her if they took her to the daycare, no matter how small it was, making her all the more determined for the doors to close before the officer could reach her...
Finally, they did, lurching shut the last few inches as he reached out his hand to block them. She was certain she could hear the click of the button on the other side of the wall, but, luckily, the elevator began to climb upwards, taking her away from him.
This wasn't over yet, however; all he'd have to do was watch the numbers to see which floor she stopped on. Everyone was hard at work when she stepped out, paying her no mind, although that would only last so long. She knew there was a secretary posted outside his office, and she'd have to deal with her to get close enough to do anything.
She really wished she'd had the time, and opportunity, to change into another outfit now; she didn't know much about the secretary, but there was a chance she'd have a little in the daycare. Her rapidly developing plan was to tell her that she'd been sent up from there to fetch her, because her little was feeling a bit sick... Not perfect, since, if the woman thought about it too long, she might wonder why they'd have sent another little, instead of a worker, or simply calling. Hopefully, she'd be so worked up she'd be to the elevator before she questioned it.
If Elizabeth was wrong, she could say she'd made a mistake, and it was the secretary's boss's little. She knew for a fact he had a little girl... The secretary might fetch him in that case, though. Maybe Elizabeth would be able to get her camera out, snap a picture, before he figured out what was going on... She'd prefer not to take the risk of him seeing her at all.
As she approached his office, however, she had a stroke of good luck, at last. She saw him, standing in the doorway, and ducked behind the nearest desk, peeking out. "Why don't you go ahead and take off early today?" he was suggesting. "I don't have anything scheduled for the rest of the day, right? I can handle the phones myself."
"Huh," Elizabeth chuckled. "I'll take it."
"Hello, there!" Elizabeth jumped, hearing a voice. "What are you doing here? Did you get lost, sweetie?"
"Y-Yeah," Elizabeth thought quickly. "I-I'm the new girl in the mail room, and I got mixed up on my way back after lunch, I think..."
"Aww," the woman smiled down at her. "I didn't know they hired littles for anything here, but I suppose if they're going to put you anywhere, the mail room is the best place. It's right by the daycare, in case you act up." She winked playfully, though Elizabeth had no doubt that was actually what would happen to any little who took a job there, eventually. "They're both down on floor two. Do you need me to take you back to the elevators?"
"No, I think I remember where they are," Elizabeth told her. "Thank you!"
She scurried away, glancing back and cursing under her breath to see the woman still watching, forcing her to walk far further than she would have liked before she could safely turn, looping back around to approach her target's office from the other end, just in time to see the secretary gather up the last of her things and walk away. In a flash, Elizabeth had swooped in, slipping beneath the woman's desk, hidden away.
She'd tried working at a desk like this once, although she'd only made it a few days before realizing her boss had hired her so that she could slowly regress her into a baby; she'd already felt like one from the start, to be honest, with a chair so tall she almost needed help to get into it, and a desk that she could barely reach all the way across. The phone had been on the far corner, forcing her to crawl up the rest of the way into the chair to answer it.
It hadn't been all that long ago, really, but she still looked back at it in disbelief at how naive she'd been. Her boss kept calling her, making her go up and down until she was frustrated with it, then, when Elizabeth was annoyed enough to possibly say yes, the Amazon had suggested a booster seat. Elizabeth had, of course, said no.... Only for one to show up in the chair the next day anyway.
"It'll help with your efficiency," her boss had told her.
But Elizabeth knew the truth; the woman had assumed she was going to say yes, had already had the booster ready to go, and decided not to take no for an answer. Elizabeth hadn't dared walk out right then, terrified her boss would call security if she noticed she was gone for too long, to detain her at the entrance, so, instead she waited for her lunch break, and simply never returned.
Even 'tweeners had problems with the desks. Elizabeth's feet had never stood a chance of reaching the floor, barely making it off the seat of her chair, but she'd seen plenty of Betweeners whose legs were just a hair too short, swinging free by a few inches. That had to be embarrassing in its own way, feeling like you were so much bigger than a little, only to find you weren't quite big enough yourself for a desk designed for an Amazon. Those few inches between their feet and the floor weren't much, yet it was enough to remind them they weren't the top of the food chain.
The huge size of them made them perfect for hiding underneath, however, Elizabeth able to sit comfortably there, not even having to duck her head. It was almost like they were designed for that... And, in a way, they might have been, since she'd seen some littles tucked away there when they were sick, or had gotten into trouble at daycare, and the Amazons who had claimed them weren't able to find a babysitter in time. That did put a bit of a damper on how fun it was to have her own, private, cave, knowing that, if she got caught, she could wind up there more often, very possibly while in diapers.
She dug through her bag, trying to decide what she was going to do, now that she was here. There were blinds on the office door, too, and they were also closed from the inside, so she wasn't going to be getting any pictures without opening the door. There was a good chance it was going to be locked, but, even if it wasn't, she'd have to either hope that her subject was so engrossed in the meeting that he didn't notice, or that she could outrun him back out of the building, something that was feeling less and less likely the further she got into this adventure.
Thankfully, she saw something else she'd almost forgotten about as she searched for inspiration. She'd bought it to bug someone's office, but when it arrived, she realized it had no ability to actually save anything it heard, and had to be in range of her phone for her to listen in. It was more of a microphone than a recording device, which hadn't done her any good then. She hadn't felt like going through the hassle of returning it, however, and ultimately forgot about it... Now, it was exactly what she needed.
It could connect through Bluetooth, but she wasn't certain she'd ever charged the battery - and, if she had, it had been months ago - so, rather than risking it dying on her partway through the meeting, she kept shuffling through her purse until she found the cable that would connect it directly to her phone, and allow it to draw power from there. As she was trying to remember how to hook it up, she heard a set of footsteps approaching and froze.
The office door opened, and the footsteps continued past her hiding spot, inside. Hurriedly, she plugged everything together, pushing the tiny microphone through the crack under the door, pulling up her voice recorder app and starting it up. She couldn't hear anything, and didn't dare turn the speaker on to see if she could monitor what was being picked up, but she could see the waveform moving, telling her something was happening.
This might be even better than her original plan, she thought. Having pictures of her subject having a meeting was one thing; having a recording of that meeting was something else entirely. Assuming the sound quality was halfway decent, it should prove to her client if their suspicions were correct, or if they were just being paranoid. It was almost too good... She might have been able to keep this job going another couple weeks otherwise.
She was working for a 'tweener, however, and that was always risky. In a way, it was worse than working for Amazons... Betweeners had something to prove, to show they weren't as immature as a little like Elizabeth. She was always worried, with them, that it was a trap of some kind, that she was being led into a situation where she was going to end up diapered, regressed, and helpless. The same could happen with an Amazonian client, of course, though typically they didn't bother with subtlety... She'd heard plenty of horror stories about other little private investigators who had shown up to their first meeting with one of them, and ended up straight in a nursery.
That was part of why she hadn't met this client in person; she only knew she was a 'tweener because she'd checked out her social network presence after the woman had contacted her about the job. Elizabeth had tried once to set up her own fake profiles, to pretend she was an Amazon running her business, but if she ever had to call her clients on the phone, they knew right away she was lying, and pretending to be her own secretary would only get her so far... And, now and then, it was necessary to meet up with her clients, no matter how much she did her best to avoid it.
The woman was probably here in this building now; Elizabeth could play the recording for her right away, if she wanted, which she definitely didn't. She was up for the same promotion as this Amazon, but was convinced that he was a corporate spy for another company, or perhaps offering to sell secrets to get hired there. The 'tweener had seen him meeting with someone who she thought worked for their rival company, though she hadn't been to get Elizabeth any good pictures so she could confirm.
That had been what Elizabeth was going to do from the stairwell, get a few shots, then track the other man down, see where he worked, and go from there... Even if he did work for that other company, that didn't necessarily mean he was scheming with her target. They might simply be friends... If it did turn out to be who her client thought he was, she probably would have ended up here eventually, anyway... She'd just cut a few steps out of the process.
She stared down at her phone, watching the soundwaves bounce up and down boredly. If she'd known this was what she was going to be doing today, she would have set it up properly so she could have the microphone and some earbuds hooked up at the same time, so she could listen in, know what was happening, find out if this was a waste of her time... And, more importantly, when the meeting was winding down.
She had to guess about that last part, hoping that a calm in the wave meant that was what was happening, and not simply a lull in the conversation. She was actually glad she had to have the microphone hooked to her phone, since it meant she could pull it back in without crawling out from under the desk, risking being out in the open and exposed when the door opened... And that she could get it back at all. If she'd pushed it through without a cable, it might have been more convenient at first, but it would have been far harder for her to find it again, much less before the two men in the office got close to the door and potentially saw it sitting there.
She sat still, phone flipped upside down to make sure the screen didn't accidentally turn on, not wanting to move a muscle and risk being spotted in the shadows under the desk. For a long few moments, nothing happened, and she was debating whether or not she should set everything back up to catch whatever was left of the meeting. Finally, the door opened, and she saw one pair of feet walking away, while the other stayed in the office, closing the door.
She put everything into her bag, crawling out from under the desk and heading back for the elevators. The stairs might have been a safer bet, but all of this excitement was starting to get to her. She was going to need a good, long nap this afternoon to recharge, but hopefully she'd at least be able to make it home first, maybe listen to enough of her recording to see if it was worth sending off to her client. If she walked all the way down the stairs, she'd almost certainly not have the energy for even that.
Her chronic fatigue syndrome was never convenient, but most of the time, if she was just taking pictures of potentially cheating spouses, or tracking people down online, it wasn't too hard to manage... It was times like these, when she had to make a last minute change that involved something much more physical, especially that she wasn't prepared for, that it was at its worst.
She made it to the elevators, chose an empty one, and pushed the button for the ground floor, leaning against the wall with a sigh. Sitting in the dark under the desk, she hadn't realized how bad it was... She was really going to be in trouble if the guards were still looking for her, if she wasn't able to slip past them somehow. Even at full energy, outrunning them would be difficult; now, it was impossible.
She glanced up, feeling the elevator lurch to a stop, surprised that she'd reached the lobby so quickly. When the door slid open, however, it was onto another floor that looked much the same as the one she'd started on, a beautiful Amazon woman stepping into the car with her, Elizabeth's cheeks going pink at the sight of her, immediately struck by how gorgeous she was. She knew it was an Amazon, that she was dangerous, especially to someone like her, that she couldn't trust her... But, in that moment, despite all of that, she felt a weakness in her knees that had nothing to do with her illness.
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Heather wasn't really sure why she felt so nervous, but she couldn't deny that her palms were sweating slightly as she packed her purse for the date. It was always good to be ready for anything, of course; she didn't want the other woman to get worried, or suspicious, however, so she was going with a smaller purse, trying to make everything she would need fit inside.
She wasn't used to this, not anymore. She'd crawled up the ranks at her company, and made a lot of money doing it... She could, typically, get whatever she wanted, with very little trouble. Sometimes it took a bit of scheming, but that was no problem. She knew she could do this, too, make this date go the way she wanted... So why did she feel so anxious about it?
She decided to hit pause on her purse, leaving its potential contents spread across her bed, heading into the shower instead, stripping down and stepping into the warm water, letting it do its best to wash away her doubts. This was it, she reminded herself... She'd been waiting for this moment for a long time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. She couldn't throw this away now!
She couldn't exactly explain how she knew the other woman was right; it had been a feeling, one that struck her right away, as soon as she'd seen her in the elevator. "Do you work here?" she'd asked. "I don't think I've seen you before..."
That was an understatement. Between her long, magenta hair, her nose and navel piercings, and the crop top she was wearing to show the latter off, a fashion nobody outside perhaps the IT department would be able to get away with wearing here, Heather was certain she was, at best, new, if not a visitor, or something like that.
"Oh," the woman had blushed, fidgeting slightly. "S-Sort of?"
"Sort of?" Heather had arched an eyebrow. "How do you sort of work here?"
The woman had eyed her, looking nervous herself for a moment, then drew herself up to her full, petite height. "I'm doing work here," she clarified. "But I don't actually work here."
"How intriguing," Heather had smirked. "Should I be worried? Do I need to call security on you?"
The woman had shaken her head, cheeks turning a little pinker. "I-I'm on my way out," she'd promised.
Heather wasn't really that bothered by it, knew that anything important was behind locked doors, and someone who wandered in wouldn't be able to see anything too sensitive. Even so, she couldn't help herself, leaping into action as soon as the elevator doors slid open, stepping in front of the woman, standing right between the doors, arms folded, legs spread, taking up all the space she could.
"I don't know," she'd said. "Maybe I should call them and see if you checked in properly..."
The other woman's eyes darted around the elevator car, seeing she was trapped, gauging whether or not she could slip out without being grabbed. "I-I'm really not up to anything," she'd promised. "I-I'm just going to be on my way..."
That wasn't what Heather wanted, though. Even then, she'd known there was something about the other woman. She could have had her detained, and known exactly where she was, until she decided for sure what she wanted to do about it; instead, she'd told her, "I suppose I can let you do that... If you have some drinks with me tonight."
The woman had blinked, taken by surprise. "Wh-What?"
"Drinks," Heather had repeated. "Unless you'd like to explain to security what you're up to."
But that hadn't felt right... She did want to have drinks with the woman, to get to know her a little better; she didn't want the woman to feel like she didn't have a choice, however. "I'm sorry," she'd blushed. "I-I didn't... I'm not going to call security. I'd just like to have some drinks with you, if you want."
After the way she'd acted, she hadn't expected the woman to go along with it, yet, to her surprise, she'd said yes. That didn't mean she was going to show up, of course - she could've said that to ensure Heather let her go - but Heather had promised to pay, as an apology, as she walked the other woman out the front door, a bit horrified at her own behavior.
Would it be enough? Or had Heather scared her away already? She knew she'd been too aggressive... She was used to getting what she wanted, however, and seeing her there, in the elevator, Heather had known that this woman was what she wanted. She really wished she'd gotten her phone number, or at least her name, but pushing for that after their encounter might have spooked the woman off.
She'd said she was going to show up, and Heather just had to trust she would. She stepped out of the shower, drying herself off, walking to her closer to decide on what to wear. She had plenty of nice dresses, yet she found her eyes drifting over to her suits, the things she wore to work. That was what the woman had seen her in already... It would help her to identify Heather. And, on top of that, Heather always felt more powerful in them, more in charge...
The time they'd agreed upon was drawing closer, and she was running out of time, so she returned to her purse. Just the essentials, she told herself. She had to bring her ID and her credit cards, obviously, since she was paying, and it was never a bad idea to have some spare lipstick for a touch-up... The sun was going to be setting as she drove over to the bar they'd chosen, so she threw in a pair of sunglasses. That left just enough room for the travel size bottle of baby powder she'd found, and, most importantly of all, the diaper.
She knew she was going to need that; the other woman's crop top and shorts had made it clear that, despite very plainly being a little, the other woman hadn't been in a diaper. Heather had no idea how she'd avoided being snatched up by some Amazon before now, though she was glad for it... That meant that she would have the honor of doing exactly that tonight.