Lindsey's Mishap

The clock ticked slowly on the wall. Five couldn’t come soon enough. She hadn’t done any actual work in hours, just pushing numbers around a useless excel sheet to appear busy. Thump, thump, thump, her foot tapped.

“Looking good, Lindsey,” Jacob said, leering over the cubicle divider. The creep wasn’t even hiding his looking at her cleavage.

“Hello, Jacob,” Lindsey said, turning to dig in the drawer blocking his view of her chest.

“You know my birthday is next week, you get me something special?” he raised an eyebrow.

She pushed her glasses up, “I signed a very nice card.”

He chuckled, “I was hoping for something more personal, something that would warm my,” he paused, glancing down his side of the cubicle. Lindsey fought the urge to gag. “Heart,” he finished, skirting his true meaning, skirting reasonable doubt over sexual harassment.

“The card is quite heart warming,” she rolled her eyes and turned back to work, or at least pretending to work.

He was about to speak again, probably to say something even crasser, before Alicia called him into her office. With him out of the way, she was back to unbearable boredom. Thump, thump, thump, her foot tapped once again.

Lindsey caught a glimpse of herself in the desk mirror. Jacob was right, she was ‘looking good.’ A naughty little thought crossed her mind. The thought of Lindsey’s husband Nate opening a message only to be greeted by her tits put a smile on her face. She bit her lip, glancing around the office. With her computer locked, she rushed off to the bathroom.

The stalls were all empty, she faced the mirror, lifted her shirt and bra. She bit her lip staring into the camera, squeezing the ample titflesh on her left side, the nipple poking between her fingers. She heard noise outside, quickly pulling her top back down as the door creaked open. She brushed past Peggy, her cheeks reddened with the thought of how close she was to flashing the older woman.

Lindsey kept the phone close to her body, not wanting any cameras or passerbys seeing the screen. She clicked share on the photo, scrolling down to ‘Hubby,’ and send. She smiled thinking about Nate opening the message. With the phone clutched to her chest she felt the vibrations of Nate’s replies, as she took her seat.

[Stunning Lindsey]

[Feeling the neighborly love.]

Neighborly love? What was he going on about?

[Does Nate know about this?]

She reread the last message. What? Then she saw it, at the top of the chat. Where it should’ve said ‘Hubby’ it instead said ‘Hubert.’ Lindsey’s neighbor. He lived in his mother’s basement next door, that is until she passed last year. The only message before this was asking about allergies before she brought over food after the funeral.

[Please delete that.] She quickly typed out.

[Sure thing.] And her nerves relaxed, crisis averted.

[For $500.] Shit, shit, shit. Nate would see a withdrawal like that on the bank statements. Or maybe it’s better to just tell Nate, it was an honest mistake.

[In FakeCoin.] What is that? Some sort of crypto-thing? How would she even do something like that? [Or I send it to everyone.] But, but…

[That’s ****!] Lindsey couldn’t believe it. Hubert that bastard. [I could just go to the police.]

[True. But that won’t stop everyone from seeing your tits.]

Her stomach tied in knots. [Fine. How do I do it?]

[Click this link —> “URL” and follow the directions.]

Her thumb hesitated over the link, she would figure out explaining this to Nate later. For now, she just needed to make this all go away. She clicked the link, and the browser opened. The phone screen flickered, and a white headed bird appeared on the screen winking. What was going on?

Her messenger opened itself, and the phone stopped reacting to her touch. Hubert’s messages self-deleted, quickly being replaced by alternative exchanges. The timestamps dating back, it looked like they’d been exchanging messages since his mother passed. Pictures from her camera roll, pictures meant only for Nate, trickled between the words.

The phone didn’t react as she tried to exit, hitting home, trying to lock, nothing worked. Until the messages finally stopped with the most recent photo.

[Why don’t you come see me before Nate gets home?] Hubert sent as a final message.

“Lindsey, you’re still here?” Alicia asked walking by Lindsey’s cubicle.

“Oh, I lost track of time,” she quickly moved to close everything on the computer and log out for the day. What was she going to do about Hubert? Traffic was fortunately light so she didn’t have to sit and stew in her thoughts.

Maybe she should just get ahead of it, tell Nate everything. He’d believe her, right? No, because she wouldn’t believe it if Nate’s phone was flooded with texts between him and some guy. Especially the kind of texts that Hubert filled the chat with, they looked so real and convincing.