The Wedgie Security (Patreon)

Today, I'm a firm believer of what you reap you sow. I'm not one to hold superiority over anyone but I do have a say in most matters I have no intention of being in, one of which is hiring. And to think, this is the staff were hiring!! Bullies?!

Normally I would never attend any workspace underdressed but desperate times call for desperate measure. Being one that gets involve in matters that's not there's, I actually witness a fight front row. I wouldn't say I'm a instigator but if you cant pick up the sarcastic and midcore persona i somehow unwilling slip into conversations you cant take me serious, whatsoever. Somehow they caught feelings and the situation transpired in a brawl, long story short I'm here not to give a statement on behalf of my darling co worker aka PoundTown Winner!

At checkpoint I was greeted by the usual procedure. Luckily I was met by one of the most sweetest securities. She knew me by heart, unlike the others. Everything was so genuine about her it almost brightened up my whole day. Until I came to my parking.

I guess its ok to park in a designated parking whenever its free. I whale down a nearby patrol and was greeted with a grinch. If 'Who Are You?!' was a facial expression her face would represent first place. She was so far I couldn't hear what was said over the telecom but it wasnt anything polite. Reminds me of little kids whispering to one another ready to beat the other after school.

Approaching, she just asked for a work ID. Now, granted I didn't have any this doesn't give you the right to verbally assault someone.  I must admit i was anxious and nervous a little. She directed to the exit in a harsh manner and when i sucked my teeth pulling of the words uttered from her mouth would leave you stun.

Pulling into a vacant parking spot close to the entrance to the facility  i heard a loud pitch from afar. Hesitant to turn back and picked up the pace and entered the room. Greeted by the desk attendant she placed me on hold as she called upstairs to give me the ok. Bursting through the door was the security. Grasping me by my khaki pants I was pulled backwards. It was almost like she was giving me a wedgie how high she was wielding me in. In fact she was at some point. Pulling me outside, her grip slipped from my pants. Turns out she had both in her clutches.

Realizing that she was actually giving me one she pulled me in front of her and 'Helped' me to my car. How nice of her. It was so embarrassing! Felt like high school all over. I always remembered rule number 1:

Don't Fight Back!

Grasping her wrist the security swatted my hand. I felt breeze pass my back as she flopped my shirt for a second to see what she's working with. And yes, I still wear granny panties with designs printed on them. The bumble bee pattern and print must've infuriated her even more give the amount of fury she torched my bottoms with. Folding them over her knuckles and into her clutches she held on them viscously. The breeze went within a blink of an eye but the pain left me on my tippy toes.

"What are you doing!!!" I screamed.

The security mashed me against my car as she patted me down. Finding nothing she proceeded to make my day a living hell. Tucking my shirt in my panties she gave it her all tugging, pulling and twisting trying to make me beg for mercy. Having enough, or atleast enough until the nearby car passed she stung my back releasing them back to their orignal place. Then she gave me this look as if she's my master and Im her pet.

"You want to fight nerd? I told you to leave!" She said.

Shouting from afar I desk attendant called to me. Both of us looked but I took the time to pick out the unforgiving wedgie shed given to me. Shoving my hands down my pants you could've seen the horrible abuse just by the way I reacted. Made even the security give me a nudge.

"Ms. Everglade sorry for the inconvenience." The Attendent said coming closer.

"Ms....." The security guard gulped.

"Ms.Suprey is waiting for you upstairs." The Attendant said, panting a little.

"Ms.Suprey...." Her eyes popped.

Turning to me, the puppy eyes came over her. It was like a poor cry for help but the damage was already done, literally. Still, it was like my undies was smoking from behind. Walking off, firing her wasn't enough. She needed to be taught a lesson. Or at the very least be the one teaching it to the office bullies around here. The sickening look on her face as I turned around and squinting to look at the name on her badge, and reciting it clearly. Ms.Davis.......