Steven Basic

Post 241: The Tale of Queen Angie, p6

Added 2022-02-26 15:00:01 +0000 UTC

The knock came on Angie Wade’s door at about five-thirty that Saturday afternoon. It had only taken him about twenty minutes to get here, but as she opened the door, she still sounded irate.

“You’re late,” she told AJ, her one-time boyfriend, “I said be here in five.” Aside from being her ex-, AJ was also one of the contractors who’d been working on the office construction. He’d lost his own company recently, and was working as hired help by the female-owned outfit that was running things. Still, he’d been entrusted with handling some of the building’s HVAC system, and Angie thought he may know a little bit about what the hell was going on. Yes, with her digging she knew a bit more than most of the girls about the clinical trials that were going to be conducted at the office, how that “Product” was definitely more than what was being presented to the public, on the surface; if what Sheryl and Olivia had said at the party was right, study patients would start coming in this week. But there was something else, and she goddamn it she was going to find out.

So, she eyed AJ, as he stood there, waiting, fidgeting nervously. Something was different about him. He looked beat up, exhausted, like something had happened. But there was something else, too. Whatever. “Get in,” she ordered him, roughly pulling him into her nicely-appointed apartment by his surprisingly thin right arm and directing him to the couch. “Sit,” she commanded, “and stay.”

AJ, as surprised as he was by the mere fact of being here - he thought Angie was done with him - felt a familiar submissive thrill bubble back up into his throat as he dropped down onto the sofa. Did she realize she’d just spoken to him like a dog? It gave him shivers, and he looked up at her expectantly, not even having said a word, yet. She looked great in that red top.

Angie got right down to brass tacks. “So, I’m seeing it all over Instagram, but no one’s telling me anything,” she began, plainly agitated but astute enough to lean over towards him, give him a view of her cleavage. She wanted his mind soft.

“I know you went home with that Cici girl last night. What's up with all this shit, the girls ‘feeling something’? Earlier today? I didn’t feel anything?” She was doing her best to control her temper.

“I…I don’t kn-“ AJ stammered, “sh-she and I went back to the building after the party. She told me to. We were there all night she wanted to, uh-”

"What??” Angie blurted, her voice starting to rise, her mind beginning to race, “Cici had you take her to the office after the party? Why?? And…”

Her voice trailed off as Angie cocked her head, just noticing something as she looked down at him, and in a moment of revelation her eyes bugged. That’s what was different..!

“You have hair?!?” she exclaimed, obviously shocked and confused. Only yesterday AJ had had a clean-shaven scalp; he’d been shaving his head for years.

“Cynthia s-said she doesn’t like b-b-bald guys…” he stammered.

“People don’t just GROW HAIR!!” she yelled, upset as her mind whirled, trying and still failing to make sense of what was happening. Something, she knew, SOMETHING was going on in that place, with all these bitches. Angie Wade was not one to passively let the world change around her, or get left behind. She needed to know, and she needed to know NOW. .

Suddenly leaning in and taking the head of her ex- into her hands, she was determined to get some answers. Her eyes locked, bored into him, and she calmed herself with a deep breath.

“What the fuck is going on?" she asked, her voice now lower, deadly serious, “Tell me, or I’ll break your fucking neck.”

AJ shivered, and felt the thrill of her threat electrify his bones. He’d already begun to harden in his pants, and now the menace of violence at the hands of a woman brought him almost to groan. He’d spent much of the last twenty-four hours wallowing in it, this submissive mud of male obsequiousness, back at the office building, all alone with Cynthia in the HVAC room. She’d had him groveling, alternately under her feet, crushed between her thighs, or hand around his neck, as she seemed to grow more and more aggressive throughout the long night. She’d all but kept him captive there, and he’d come in and out of consciousness, intoxicated by her and the stuff in the HVAC but exhausted and broken, far past sunrise, far into the morning.

He tells her about the moment - was it around noon? There’d been no windows, he’d lost track of time - that …he thought it couldn’t be, he must have been delirious, lack of sleep, all the trauma…that Cynthia grew.

“She GREW??” Angie barked, incredulous, hearing him tell it again, “People don’t just GROW!!”

“A-A-Ang…I swear,” AJ apologized, “I s-saw it…at least I think I did…I saw it with my own eyes. She was…she was o-on t-top of me, and she st-started to shake…”

The thin man, lost again in the memory, began to tremble himself.

“...and she…she, right there, she fucking grew…Like, I could see it, and she could feel it. It was like…like she was having an orgasm, but getting bigger at the same time, a little bit, right on top of me. She grew and she…and she…”

“What??” Angie pressed, holding his head again, “What did she do?” She needed to know what was going on!!

“...she started to laugh,” he concluded, a visible tremor shaking through his body.

Angie Wade, lost in her own thoughts, still worked-up but thinking, analyzing, considering, looked down at this little man, her ex-boyfriend. She needed more from him. Seeing how beat up, how broken from trauma he seemed, she decided on her next course of action. This’ll definitely work…

She took a deep breath, and - haha - watched his gaze fall to chest.

“Oh, sweetie,” she purred, taking his hands, putting them onto the sides of her big breasts…

“...that must have been scary…” This’ll work perfectly…