Abbey Chase
Abbey had spent at least half an hour scouring the mansion, looking for Astrid and she was really getting worried. Perhaps she was working, she wondered, and remembered that her last task was to help Mr. Harris with some sort of administrative stuff, so she would head to the main study, which also happened to be the library. She would gently open the door to peek in and as soon as she did, she could hear soft feminine moans and a cacophony of rubbery squeaks along with Mr. Harris's voice saying something about submitting to pleasure. Thankfully, the door was whisper quiet so hopefully no one in the study would know the door had been cracked opened. Abbey would peek in and spy Astrid's latex clad form, laying on it's back on the contemporary glass desk as Mr. Harris fucked her.
The look on Abbey's face was one of shock and disappointment quickly following by her eyes tearing up. She would quickly step back and close the door as quietly as she could as her heart ached with pain. A maelstrom of thoughts filled her mind, including how unusually casual Astrid had been when Abbey revealed to her what happened between her and Ashley. Abbey had professed her love for Astrid, but now it suddenly dawned on her that Astrid was probably already fucking Mr. Harris, or others for that matter, and that Abbey was just another fuck buddy, that Astrid actually didn't really love her, at least not the way that Abbey loved Astrid.
Of course, there was no way for Abbey to know what was actually going on, all she knew is that a deep sorrow and pain filled her at this moment as she came to believe that Astrid really didn't care for her that much, at least not in the way that Abbey had imagined.
There is nothing more painful than finding out than the one who you think is your one and only love is cheating on you, or worse, has been pretending all along. Abbey slowly made her way back to her room, silently sobbing, her heart feeling crushed under the weight of what she had just come to realized. To her, this was the worst moment of her live. She had never really been in love before and had fallen in love quite hard and quite quickly with Astrid, which made this moment so much worse. Of course, these intense feelings were driven by Abbey's own perception of what love is.
Today was a terrible day for her at this point, and she was just a few days into this job. The emotions that were assaulting her could not be more diametrically opposed to what she was feeling just the day before. And the intensity of the pain and anguish she was feeling was just as intense as the love she felt for Astrid, a love that had been in part enhanced and accelerated by artificial conditioning that Abbey had been secretly subjected to. An unexpected side-effect of that very conditioning was that it made the pain and anguish that much more intense.
The first thing that flew through Abbey's mind was that there was no way she could sleep in the same room as Astrid anymore... But that thought was quickly followed by the realization that she would probably not want to work side-by-side with Astrid since at every breakfast, at every lunch, at every supper, Astrid would be there and it would just remind Abbey of that failed relationship. After all, no one wants to ever see there exes again once a relationship comes to such a shocking abrupt end... At least, these were the thoughts that flew through Abbey's head, an obvious false rationalization created by her mind to counteract the intense pain and anguish she was feeling.
In a fit of anger at both Astrid, but also Mr. Harris, Abbey concluded "Fuck it, I'm leaving. Modelling it is..." as she headed to the closet. There was a large rubber shoulder purse in there, so Abbey would pull it out and stuff her regular street clothes into the purse, along with the small clutch she had with her when she came to the job interview. She would also pack her cell phone charger. Once done with that, she would put on the metallic pewter business suit, the one with faint little white pinstripes, which was her favorite. She would put on a white latex blouse, the one with the high neck and tight tapered sleeves, she would put on the short ruffled black latex gloves, then put on the latex slacks of the business suit followed by the blazer. And last, but by no means least, she would put on her rubber ankle boots, the one with the 2 inch heels. And just before she left the room, Abbey would make sure to grab her cell phone, two bottles of that stuff that prevents sweating in her rubber catsuit as well as her favorite pair of heavy rubber gloves, stuffing the whole lot into her purse. Once done, she would leave her room. She made sure to walk very quietly through the marble halls as she made her way to the entertainment room which had a door leading to a patio outside. She didn't want to go anywhere near the kitchen when Samantha and Isabella might be, and she didn't want to go anywhere near the study, where Mr. Harris was fucking Astrid.
Her goal was simple. Take advantage of the late night to surreptitiously sneak off of the estate, using the service door on the back of the property to exit, since the self locking service door could be manually opened from within the estate grounds. Once on the road, Abbey would walk down the street a bit before reaching a crossroads, where she would order and wait for an Uber in order to head back to her friends apartment where she had been previously staying.
