Chapter Two of Diane's Penis
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the_siobhanHad to take a break to go to the store and buy more tonic.
All fixed now.
How the hell did this thing get into her car?
The doors were definitely locked. She was the only one with a key. She straightened up and looked around the parking lot. It was close to empty with only a few cars dotting the lot. There was a small cluster of vehicles around the door that probably belonged to some of the staff.
She bent over and looked at it again. Whatever it was, it looked real.
Well she couldn’t leave the thing where it was, she had to get home and make dinner. She pulled herself away from the car, squared her shoulders and marched back to the fitness centre. She wasn’t terribly familiar with the desk staff but she knew most of them on sight and it was a regular who was behind the desk tonight. She noted his name tag as she leaned across to speak to him. Johnny.
“Hi Johnny, how are you doing tonight?”
He looked up from his computer and smiled at her. She had been coming her long enough that most of the staff recognized her even if she didn’t know them.
“I’m good, Mrs. Hubbard. What can I help you with?” Holy shit he even knew her name. She couldn’t remember ever even speaking to him before.
“It’s my car…” Diane started and then trailed off. How was she going to explain this? He would think she was nuts.
“You’re having car problems?” His face grew serious and he gave her Concerned Look #3: Medium Strength. He couldn’t have been more than 19, she thought. He still had acne and his Adam’s apple jutted out of his narrow throat in a way that looked almost painful.
“Actually,” she said, “I think… I think I saw somebody sitting in my car. I don’t want to trouble you, but do you think that you could come out and check with me..?”
The expression on his face immediately graduated to Serious Issue v6.0. “Of course Mrs. Hubbard,” he said. He picked up a walkie-talkie that had been resting on the desk next to him. She hadn’t even noticed it. “Anil and Sonja to the front desk,” he said. “Immediate customer service required at the front desk.” He had started pitching his voice even deeper, as if to demonstrate his grasp of the seriousness of her situation. In spite of herself, Diane found that reassuring.
Sonja also turned out to be about 19. She took over the front desk while Johnny and Anil walked her out to the parking lot. Anil was a trim man in what she estimated was his mid-20s with a clipped British accent. Johnny immediately deferred to him and Diane guessed he must be some kind of manager for the fitness centre.
The three of them approached her car. Diane could see the dark shape still in the passenger seat, and she hung back while the two of them leaned over to look in the window.
Johnny straightened up like he’d been stung and startled backwards away from the vehicle. His eyes were huge and glassy in the dim light. He suddenly looked even younger. Anil spun to face her so quickly she jumped. He glared at her.
“What is this?” he spat, “Some kind of a joke?”
“No, of course not,’ she answered, completely flustered. “I was scared; I came to you for help…”
“Is there a camera around here?” He had stepped back and was sweeping his gaze around the parking lot. “What’s the plan? Were we supposed to end up on youtube? Or punk’d? Or what?” Suddenly he jabbed a finger towards her purse. “Is it in there?”
Diane backed away from him, clutching her bag to her chest. This was not what she had expected at all. Anil looked furious. And now Johnny was following him, taking his cues from his boss.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” said Johnny stiffly, “But we are going to have to ask you to leave.”
Diane gaped at him.
“B-bu-but I have that thing in my car,” she stammered.
“You’ll have to remove it.” While Anil’s refuge was rage, Johnny’s seemed to be a stiff formality. “We can’t have you disturbing the other clients.”
“Disturbing the other clients! I came to you for help…”
“If that thing isn’t out of here within the hour,” said Anil “We’re calling the police.” His disdain was palpable as he turned his back and walked away from her towards the centre. Johnny was caught momentarily off guard by Anil’s sudden departure, but only a short sprint later he too was withdrawing from the scene with the appropriate air of offended righteousness.
Diane stared at their retreating backs until they disappeared into the building and then continued to stand and stare at the blank door. This had not been what she had expected to happen at all.
Finally she slowly lowered her bag and turned back to the car.
What was she going to do now?
All fixed now.
How the hell did this thing get into her car?
The doors were definitely locked. She was the only one with a key. She straightened up and looked around the parking lot. It was close to empty with only a few cars dotting the lot. There was a small cluster of vehicles around the door that probably belonged to some of the staff.
She bent over and looked at it again. Whatever it was, it looked real.
Well she couldn’t leave the thing where it was, she had to get home and make dinner. She pulled herself away from the car, squared her shoulders and marched back to the fitness centre. She wasn’t terribly familiar with the desk staff but she knew most of them on sight and it was a regular who was behind the desk tonight. She noted his name tag as she leaned across to speak to him. Johnny.
“Hi Johnny, how are you doing tonight?”
He looked up from his computer and smiled at her. She had been coming her long enough that most of the staff recognized her even if she didn’t know them.
“I’m good, Mrs. Hubbard. What can I help you with?” Holy shit he even knew her name. She couldn’t remember ever even speaking to him before.
“It’s my car…” Diane started and then trailed off. How was she going to explain this? He would think she was nuts.
“You’re having car problems?” His face grew serious and he gave her Concerned Look #3: Medium Strength. He couldn’t have been more than 19, she thought. He still had acne and his Adam’s apple jutted out of his narrow throat in a way that looked almost painful.
“Actually,” she said, “I think… I think I saw somebody sitting in my car. I don’t want to trouble you, but do you think that you could come out and check with me..?”
The expression on his face immediately graduated to Serious Issue v6.0. “Of course Mrs. Hubbard,” he said. He picked up a walkie-talkie that had been resting on the desk next to him. She hadn’t even noticed it. “Anil and Sonja to the front desk,” he said. “Immediate customer service required at the front desk.” He had started pitching his voice even deeper, as if to demonstrate his grasp of the seriousness of her situation. In spite of herself, Diane found that reassuring.
Sonja also turned out to be about 19. She took over the front desk while Johnny and Anil walked her out to the parking lot. Anil was a trim man in what she estimated was his mid-20s with a clipped British accent. Johnny immediately deferred to him and Diane guessed he must be some kind of manager for the fitness centre.
The three of them approached her car. Diane could see the dark shape still in the passenger seat, and she hung back while the two of them leaned over to look in the window.
Johnny straightened up like he’d been stung and startled backwards away from the vehicle. His eyes were huge and glassy in the dim light. He suddenly looked even younger. Anil spun to face her so quickly she jumped. He glared at her.
“What is this?” he spat, “Some kind of a joke?”
“No, of course not,’ she answered, completely flustered. “I was scared; I came to you for help…”
“Is there a camera around here?” He had stepped back and was sweeping his gaze around the parking lot. “What’s the plan? Were we supposed to end up on youtube? Or punk’d? Or what?” Suddenly he jabbed a finger towards her purse. “Is it in there?”
Diane backed away from him, clutching her bag to her chest. This was not what she had expected at all. Anil looked furious. And now Johnny was following him, taking his cues from his boss.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” said Johnny stiffly, “But we are going to have to ask you to leave.”
Diane gaped at him.
“B-bu-but I have that thing in my car,” she stammered.
“You’ll have to remove it.” While Anil’s refuge was rage, Johnny’s seemed to be a stiff formality. “We can’t have you disturbing the other clients.”
“Disturbing the other clients! I came to you for help…”
“If that thing isn’t out of here within the hour,” said Anil “We’re calling the police.” His disdain was palpable as he turned his back and walked away from her towards the centre. Johnny was caught momentarily off guard by Anil’s sudden departure, but only a short sprint later he too was withdrawing from the scene with the appropriate air of offended righteousness.
Diane stared at their retreating backs until they disappeared into the building and then continued to stand and stare at the blank door. This had not been what she had expected to happen at all.
Finally she slowly lowered her bag and turned back to the car.
What was she going to do now?
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Date: 2007-11-04 04:50 am (UTC)