DiapOut: Chapter 51
“...Cassi?!...Cassi, where the hell are you?!...Get back to the studio now!...”
Cassi rolled her eyes as she listened to Keelee’s shrill voice bursting through her earpiece. “Hold your damn horses,” she muttered under her breath. She’d only be gone for a few minutes at most, and they could always reshoot her insert segments tomorrow if she missed something.
Opening the door to Jackson’s private office as quietly as possible, Cassi immediately sniffed the air; the scent of sex was a difficult one to cover up. Sadly, the stench of stale cigarette smoke made it impossible for her to suss out if Jackson and Ayaya were engaging in a bit of hanky-panky between shooting stints. She’d have to dig a bit deeper if she hoped to find any evidence.
Gazing around the dank office space as she locked the door behind her, Cassi was appalled by Jackson’s filthy offices. Stacks of soda cans and disheveled documents littered the cramped landscape. Not even the couch was spared. Suddenly, the idea of Ayaya and Jackson porking in this room felt increasingly unlikely, though that didn’t mean she was about to give up. With too much clutter to sort through and no inkling of physical evidence to speak of, she pivoted to Jackson’s computer.
To Cassi’s dismay, she was met with a password screen upon awakening the monitor. She tapped her chin, attempting to utilize what little she knew about her director to access his personal device. “Let’s see…he lives alone in West Hollywood…plays squash on the weekends…” she said, rattling off facts in quick succession to see if anything struck a nerve. Her long, manicured fingernails clacked against the desk as she pondered what kind of dumb password someone like Jackson would come up with. Unfortunately, when it came to her director, her knowledge was supremely limited given she’d spent more time barking at him than getting to know him. “Hmmm…DiapOut?”
“Error: Incorrect Password” was all Cassi received in response.
Furrowing her brow, Cassi tried again. “Diap0ut.”
“Error: Incorrect Password.”
Raising her hands to her head in frustration, Cassi groaned as she ran her fingers through her perfectly straight hair. She jabbed the backspace button to erase the password prompt entirely before slouching back in the chair. As much as she hated to admit it, Jackson’s computer was beginning to look like a dead end.
“HOLY SHIT!!!” shouted Keelee, causing Cassi to jolt as her production manager’s grating voice came booming through her earpiece again. “LELAYA JUST FELL AND YOU’RE NOT HERE! WHERE THE FUCK–”
“Shut the frick up,” Cassi said, yanking the device from her ear and slamming it down on the desk. Everything felt like it was going wrong at once. She pressed her forearm to her mouth and screamed hard.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Whipping her head up at the sound of a deep, feminine voice, Cassi’s heart rate jolted as she spotted a smartly dressed woman with stunning pink hair and sunglasses standing in Jackson’s doorway. She could’ve sworn she locked the door. “Um…th-this is a private office, miss,” she stuttered, attempting to shoo the woman away. The last thing she needed was for some rando running up to Jackson to spill the beans on her covert operation.
“Oh, I’m aware. I’m here to see a Mr. Jackson Lynch. Did he move offices?” Master said nonchalantly, already knowing the answer to her question. No doubt, Cassi was snooping around her director’s office. The real question on her mind was why.
Disarmed by the casual mask that Master was wearing, Cassi was prepared to lie her way through this entire interaction. “Oh, no! You’re correct. This is Jackson’s office. He…asked me to upload the dailies to his personal computer,” she said, pretending to be a lowly production assistant despite her eccentric ABDL attire.
A gentle smirk formed across Master’s face; if anything could be said in Cassi’s favor, it was that she was amusing to watch. “Then why do you look so anxious?” she said, catching Cassi on her back foot.
“I-I…” Cassi mumbled as the threads of her lie began to come loose. Her eyes drifted as she tried to come up with an explanation for her manic appearance, landing squarely on Jackson’s computer, “...Jackson d-didn’t tell me his computer would be locked…I’ve been trying to think of what the password might be to avoid walking all the way back to ask.” Technically, half true.
“Double darn. Sounds like he’s super busy right now. And here I got all dressed up and everything to introduce myself to him face-to-face,” Master replied, folding her arms and leaning against the door frame.
The gears in Cassi’s brain began to churn. “Wait, are you the new costume person?” she asked, trying and failing to connect the dots of this woman’s mystery identity. It would at least explain the eccentricity of Master’s pink power suit.
“Why, yes…I’m the show’s new costumer,” said Master, grinning like a crocodile. “Sadly, I am in a bit of a rush right now. So much to catch up on here. Perhaps I could leave a message with you?”
Nodding her head vehemently, Cassi could see the light at the end of this tunnel. “O-Of course! What’s the message?” she said with no intention of following through on her promise.
“Tell him he won’t have to worry about the DiapOut’s costume problem anymore…and that I’ll be seeing him soon,” Master stated, an air of malice radiating around her words. “Have a good night, Cassi, and best of luck uploading those dailies.”
Giving Master two thumbs up, Cassi was so focused on getting to the end of the conversation that she didn’t even notice when Master said her name. “Yup, yup! As soon as I…figure out that password,” she said, miming typing as she nervously giggled.
“What password?” said Master, causing a confused Cassi to raise an eyebrow. Sure enough, the beleaguered host glanced down at Jackson’s computer only to find it unlocked on the home screen.
“How did–” Cassi said, looking up to find that not only was Master nowhere to be seen but the door to Jackson’s office had been closed without so much as a click sounding off. Her sweat turned cold as ice. “What the…?”
Shaking off the bizarre and slightly unexplainable interaction, Cassi returned to the task at hand. Regardless of how it happened, she now had full access to Jackson’s computer. “Let’s see who you’ve been talking to,” she said, opening Jackson’s email and scrolling through the first handful of sent messages. It only took seconds for one email to stand out in particular. The message was sent only forty-five minutes ago and was addressed to DiapOut’s producer, Miss Caretaker. Its subject line: “Requesting studio time for new host test shoot.”
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“AW, FIDDLESTICKS! I WAS SO CLOSE!” Lelaya yelled from the bottom of the dirty diaper pit, flailing her arms all the while. Despite the athletic edge she had over others in the competition, her decision to playfully bunny-hop over the spinner multiple times in a row had been her undoing.
Misa rolled her eyes. “Yeah…das wuht chu get fo…jumpin’ up and down wike a mowon!” she said, taunting her former teammate in between heavy breaths. The fact that her lazy ass outlasted Lelaya was a testament to how boneheaded her bunny-eared compatriot was.
Unsurprisingly, Lelaya quickly took offense to Misa's statement. “Meanie-butt!” she screamed, grabbing a nearby wet diaper and lobbing it toward Misa.
Luckily, Misa had no issue dodging Lelaya’s toss, though that didn’t stop her from speaking out anyway. “Hey! Das intewfewence!” she complained, almost too distracted to leap over the spinner’s next attack. Her petty conflict with Lelaya earned scores of laughter from the audience.
“Oh, put a sock in it, Misa,” Mia said snappily. The exhaustion was finally starting to get to her. That said, she was undoubtedly in better condition than Misa was, giving her the best chance to win from her half of the field. The idea of going home with $500,000 in her bank account was becoming increasingly tangible, adding to the tension she felt.
That same tension was equally felt by the two contestants standing opposite Mia and Misa. “Dude, Lelaya’s down!” Kyoko said, her excitement skyrocketing as she leaned over on her pedestal to check out the remaining competition. This challenge was practically tailored for someone like Lelaya to win. With her out of the way, the field was now wide open, and it was anybody’s game. “We can totally outlast those two…you with me, Cade?”
Regrettably, while Kyoko may have been reinvigorated by her increased odds, the same could not be said for Cade. The now-sober stoner silently nodded his head as he staggered in place, lacking the strength to speak. Every ounce of energy had been zapped from his body. Even his diaper–his lone source of comfort throughout the Final Round–felt like a lead weight around his hips. At this point, the only thing keeping him going was the guilt he felt from screwing over his friends. The way he saw it, he HAD to win to make it up to them, no matter the toll on his body.
“Wow, Cassi is just the worst,” said Ayaya, putting on a sad face for Jackson. In reality, she was enjoying each second of Cassi’s crashout. DiapOut’s current host was literally digging her own grave, gifting her with yet another chance to appear angelic in her director’s eyes. “Ya know, I do just so happen to be top-tier hide-and-seeker. I could help look for her if you’d like.”
Relieved by Cassi’s generous offer, it was nice to have someone so willing to step up and pitch in around here. Perhaps this new hosting arrangement was going to work out after all. “Thank you, Ayaya. That’s very kind of you,” he said as he snatched a spare walkie-talkie from his desk and handed it off.
Ayaya’s delicate digits curled around the bulky device. The day wasn’t even through and she already had this place wrapped around her little finger. “What are friends for?”
TO BE CONTINUED…