Tell Me Carter

“You have to come out!” Savannah said in a hushed voice! “You can’t possibly think you can stay in there forever! It’s not that bad! Come out of there!” “No! It is that bad! No way it’s not that bad! I just embarrassed myself in front of the entire company!!” “No one even knows who you are…” said Toni. “Liar! My name is on the presentation and listed as one of the presenters in the program! Who would do such a thing??!” “Well…” she hesitated, “maybe they won’t realize it was you???” “I think that chance was lost when she ran off the stage like Usain Bolt!” Savannah laughed. “I didn’t know you could move that fast—AND you’re wearing heels!” Toni laughed, “We can now add track star to Miss Perfect’s resume!” “Are you two seriously laughing at me right now?” I slammed through the tiny stall of the bathroom—almost taking the door with me! “This is the worst day of my life! And my two former best friends are laughing at me!!” “Get a grip!” said Toni! “ I said track star, not porn star!” “At least you’re out of the stall….” Savannah smiled sheepishly. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My mascara had run down my cheeks and stained the front of my dazzling, blush pink Dior floor-length gown—The first designer anything I’d ever owned…AND. IT. WAS. RUINED. I had saved for months to pay for this gown—refusing just to rent one as Savannah had suggested. I had paired my gown with Louboutin shoes in a neutral tan. Savannah insisted that--since I wouldn’t rent—I at least buy a pair that would match a few outfits in my closet. The shoes lengthened my toned legs, and the pink material of the dress accented my tanned skin and made it glow. Tonight was supposed to be special. Tonight was supposed to be the night that everyone would know that K. Carter could hold her own with the big boys. Earlier, I had stood on that stage in a dress that hugged every glorious inch of my derrière and showed just enough of my cleavage to be tasteful. Just before it was time for me to go on, James—my ex and the witch he cheated with—had extended me their good luck and well wishes. Everyone in our department knew that he felt he deserved to make tonight’s presentation. Our slot was just before the keynote address by our CFO, Jack Elliot. As I discussed the upgrades to the software that would improve the lag time in an internal system to manage employees’ productivity and increase our bonuses, it happened. The screen flickered, and a video of James and me—or should I say only me and James’ c**k—the video had been conveniently cropped so that his face never appeared—flashed across the screen. There was no sound—I should be grateful. He always wanted me to say the weirdest s**t to him! But my breasts were on full display as he gripped them while I sucked him off. I didn’t know if I would sh!t or go blind, as Grandma Annie used to say, so I ran straight to the bathroom of this swanky hotel where I’ve been too mortified to leave.