Vacation Dummy: Chapter 2
SPLASH!
“Damn it!” scoffed Ned, thrusting his fist into the water after being dunked on by a member of the IT department in what was supposed to be a friendly game of water basketball. Wiping droplets of water away from his eyes, he turned to look at Charles with a competitive scowl, “You planning on helping at some point?”
Eying up Ned with a befuddled expression, Charles wasn’t certain he and Ned were attending the same game. “Dude, it’s not my fault that I’m stuck blocking two people. Who the fuck taught you how to box out?” he responded, refusing to allow Ned to degrade his prowess on the court.
“You’re doing great, boys!” shouted Margrette with moderate enthusiasm, raising her margarita toward Charles and Ned from the comfort of the in-pool bar that sat adjacent to the main pool. She rotated back toward Rocky and Tina, rolling her eyes and chuckling under her breath in the process, “I swear, guys don’t know how to relax.”
Sipping on a frozen cocktail, Tina couldn’t only shake her head at the four guys causing a massive ruckus by the basketball hoop. “I suppose it's better than having them be all bro-y around us. Like, I love working with Charles but if I have to listen to him bitch about the Cowboys one more time, I’m gonna lose it,” she said, never shy to show her disdain for most mainstream sports. Setting her drink down, she was made aware of Rocky’s nearly-full Rumchata, “Yo, Earth to Rocky. What are you fiddling with over there?”
“Ugh, it’s my swim diaper. One of the tapes keeps falling off,” said Rocky, wishing she had a caregiver on standby to help remedy this annoying situation. Alas, her Daddy had chosen the dark confines of the hotel room instead of spending the day ogling his girlfriend in a bikini-swim diaper combo. Frustrated, she picked up her drink and chugged half of it in one go. She then placed a hand on her forehead and fixed her face into an exaggerated pout as the icy drink resulted in a brain freeze, “I wans my Daddy.”
Wading over to Rocky, Tina used the water tension to lift Rocky into her arms to cradle her. “There, there, Pebbles, it’ll be alright. I’m sure Daddy’s around here somewhere,” she said, rocking Rocky back and forth soothingly, “Actually, now that I mention it, I don’t think I’ve seen Mark since we got here.”
“Yeah, and that’s by design,” grumbled Rocky, unable to hold herself back from spilling over the details of Mark’s secret project, “He’s up in our room working on another stupid serum. I tried to convince him to actually have fun on vacation with his adorable and huggable girlfriend. But NOOOOOOO! Gimme the rest of that drink.” She stretched her arm back toward the table, reaching for her just-out-of-reach Rumchata.
Thankfully, Margaret was there to nudge the drink toward Rocky’s grabby hand. “I don’t see how you’re surprised. Mark’s always been a creative type. He’s not really one to slow down for any stretch of time,” she said, pointing out the noticeable flaw in Mark’s personality; his inability to shut off and relax.
“Yeah, I, for one, am not shocked that he bought work on vacation. Dude’s more tightly wound than a clock,” interjected Tina, bouncing Rocky in her arms whilst simultaneously insulting her romantic partner, “Even on bar nights, he can’t stop talking about work shit. I don’t know how you do it, Rocky.”
Shrugging her shoulders with a dreamy expression, Rocky couldn’t help but smile when thinking about Mark gushing over another new idea to her. “I love how passionate he gets about this stuff. I think it’s really cute,” she said, the glow of the sun hiding her subtle blush.
“Maybe he’s just not a vacation kind of guy. My dad is the exact same way. Take him to some of the most scenic spots in the world and he’ll find something to complain about,” said Tina, moving to massage Rocky’s shoulders from behind to make sure their physical contact went unbroken.
Cupping one of Tina’s hands with her own, Rocky responded, “You’re probably right. I mean, it’s not like he’s ever this bad when we’re at home away from work.”
“Pfft. Trust me, guys like Mark are never away from work. Not up here,” interrupted Margrette, tapping her forehead with her pointer finger.
Sadly, as much as Rocky didn’t want to admit it, she knew deep down that Margarette was right.
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CLICK!
Scanning her room key against the card reader, Rocky entered her hotel room for the second time that day, only this time she had a beach towel wrapped around her torso. “Mark? It’s been almost two hours. How much longer do you think-” she said, her words petering off as she approached a snoring Mark with his forehead pressed against the desk. She sighed with mild disappointment before fixing a smile on her face. It was Mark’s vacation too, and if this was how he wanted to spend it, who was she to judge?
Grabbing one of the lighter blankets off the bed, Rocky draped it around Mark’s shoulders before planting the gentlest of kisses on the back of his head. “You work too hard,” she said, wishing there was more she could do to help Mark kick back for a week.
PING!
Suddenly, an alert popped up on Mark’s computer that grabbed Rocky’s attention. It read simply, “Test complete. No anomalies detected.” Looking over the setup that Mark had assembled, she thought back to what he had mentioned about the serum he was working on. From what Mark said, it was supposed to be some sort of Little Space serum that had a similar effect as the Regression serum, only nowhere near as powerful or potent. In other words, someone who struggled with shutting off their brain would be able to achieve Little Space without the need to fully dull their mind.
Lightbulb!
With her eyes darting between her sleeping boyfriend and the now-completed serum, Rocky realized she had everything she needed to help Mark get into the vacation mindset. In her eyes, this explained why Mark was so adamant about creating a separate Little Space serum. As someone unable to shut off his own brain to relax, this had the potential to be a life-changing experience for someone in Mark’s shoes.
Snatching a test tube off the desk that had been filled with Mark’s latest serum, Rocky began to have second thoughts as she stared at the murky, blue liquid. While he had said the serum was nearly on the verge of a breakthrough, there was always the chance for unforeseen side effects, especially since the serum had yet to go through any trial phases. Still, it wasn’t as though Mark didn’t test stuff on her all the time when off the clock. Just last week, she woke up to find that the skin under her diaper had turned orange thanks to an experimental baby powder he had been working on. Perhaps it was time for him to have a taste of his own medicine, for the greater good, of course.
Placing an eye dropper into the test tube, Rocky squeezed the rubber bulb before releasing it and extracting the smallest amount of fluid into the thin, glass cylinder. Her focus then shifted to Mark’s cup of coffee, which by this point had fully cooled off. She held her breath as she pressed on the dropper, releasing a single drop into the half-full mug. “There, one should be enough,” she thought to herself, putting everything back where she’d found it before moving to gently awaken Mark from his peaceful slumber, “Hey, Marky. Did you have a good nap?”
Waking with a small start, Mark quickly eased up as he embraced the warmth of Rocky’s arms. “Dang it. I was hoping to stay up so I could get to sleep early tonight,” he said, kicking himself for being human. He looked down at his mug of coffee, knowing it needed to be done.
“Oh, I can heat that up for you if…you want…” said Rocky, her words trailing off as Mark raised the lukewarm beverage to his lips and downed the rest of his coffee in one go, “...or not.”
Letting out an exasperating breath as he polished off the final drops of his dark chocolate nectar, Mark raised his arms high and stretched out his neck, cracking it a few times before placing his hands on Rocky’s hips and pulling her in close. “I’m sorry, baby. I meant to join you once I had the experiment running,” he said, standing to meet Rocky face-to-face and kissing the tip of her nose softly. Sadly, his attention didn’t stay with his girlfriend for long as his eyes were soon drawn to the pop-up on his computer. He leaned over his desk to get a closer look with a smile slowly growing on his face, “Oh wow, I was out for a bit. But hey! Looks like my initial test was a smashing success.” He once again grabbed Rocky by the waist and pulled her in tight for a victory hug.
“Hehehe! So proud of you babe,” said Rocky, pecking her lips on Mark’s while using her other hand to play with his hair, “Sooooooo…does that mean you’re free to spend time with me by the pool? Happy hour is about to start.”
Snickering through his nose, Mark went in for one last big kiss. “I can’t think of a better way to celebrate,” he said, slapping a playful hand against Rocky’s padded rear, only to be made aware of how drenched her diaper was, “Oh no, your poor diaper got all water-logged. Guess we’d better get you changed before heading down.” He placed a firm hand against her squishy crotch, eliciting a moan from his baby girl.
Rocky nibbled on her lower lip, her horniness immediately cranking up to eleven. It appeared that they might be a little late to happy hour at this rate, “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
TO BE CONTINUED…