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March 11, 2005
Rewind, Replay
It was trippy watching myself on the video monitor at work.
One of my managers was reviewing security tapes.
I saw myself. Doing plenty of work. And some not-work.
Basically, there's nothing I could do on the sales floor that would not be recorded from at least one camera angle.
Which is disquieting.
Anything available on the computerized surveillance system to replay anytime.
Not that I would necessarily do anything wrong.
Inappropriate comments, maybe…
Which reminds me.
I found some long zip-ties on the floor. I assume a customer had left them or had dropped them.
They were about 18 inches long, each. I knew they were long enough to whistle through the air if they moved in just such a way.
I pocketed them.
When Tigger came out on the floor from a break, she ducked down behind some shelves. I assume she wanted to startle me… She found out by mistake that I start easily. Lovely.
But I saw her first. So I began toward her… wielding a zip-tie, of course. Making it slice through the air like a whip.
Naturally she went on and on about me being terrible and trying to hurt her and she was going to tell. Until I asked her if it turned her on.
She didn't say anything. She turned away, embarrassed.
Heh.
Later that night she again launched unto a treatise about how she was going to get me into trouble for being sexually harrassing.
Until I looked her in the eye and told her she had never answered my question.
She turned away embarrassed again.
*So* worth it.
*So* grateful that the cameras don't have microphones. Because that's all on disk.
But I was also grateful Tigger wasn't in the store tonight doing that half-whispered yell that she does. My name. Across the store.
Instead, I worked with Sophie—the woman who wears black. She was wearing charcoal grey tonight. As always in a calf-length skirt and in her black Doc Martin-like shoes.
:: sigh ::
She's more fun than Tigger by half.
Tonight she was obsessed with food. We chatted about gateau chocolat and creme fraiche. She told me she wished to make leg of lamb. She gave me her sixth mint truffle since she thought five in one night was good plenty.
It melted in my mouth.
There are only a few sensations on my tongue that I enjoy more.
[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (March 11, 2005 2:13 AM) by revealing evil. [+]
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