victoria was laid on her bed, stomach down as she kicked her legs absentmindedly as she scrolled on her phone. it was her day off and she was choosing to do nothing but lay in bed all day, save for a quick drive to get some overpriced and overly sweet coffee.
she’s been switching from app to app before finally landing on instagram, liking posts from her friends and watching a few reels of her favorite influencers. it was getting boring, soon all the posts she saw were repeats or ones from weeks ago. just as she was about to swipe out of the app, she saw someone come up on her mutual friends lists.
she was gorgeous, some blonde lady with a few thousand followers and a few hundred posts, some of them were even sponsored. but what really caught her attention was the mutual followers that popped up under her bio.
it was a couple of people she had randomly followed after seeing their posts on the explore page, no one really important. and then, in bright, bold fucking letters was the account she frequented the following tab of often.
oh, okay, victoria thought, so we’re just following anyone who shows some cleavage once and a while, huh?
the annoyance in her belly grew quickly and before she would think twice about it (which, even if she did, she’s still be doing this because what the fuck) she screenshotted the profile and opened her messages. she clicked on the pinned thread and opened up the messages of selfish asshole. she was mad one day and changed her contact name, so what?
she promptly sent the screenshot of the account along with the message who is this and why are you following her.
she stared at the messages and waited for a response. a few minutes went by and she stayed on delivered, the read notification not coming through after she had secretly turned it on when cassie had fallen asleep during their last meetup.
victoria rolled her eyes and went back to the instagram, scrolling through the woman’s page and noting every post she saw with the liked by c.mckay84 under it. an hour had passed by with no response and she clicked back into her messages.
read at 2:52 pm. thirty fucking minutes ago.
victoria let out a groan, furiously typing up another message.
okay so are you ignoring me now or what
are you banging her too???
she tossed her phone off to the side with a huff and shoved her face into her comforter. she rolled over to her back, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. keeping track of cassie was exhausting but victoria would be damned if she was gonna let anyone else do it.
victoria decided to move over to her laptop to distract her, logging into the sims to kill some time. soon enough, an hour and a half had passed and she was so engrossed in her new build she hardly even noticed her phone buzzing.
she snatched it off her nightstand and immediately unlocked it to view her messages.
Jesus christ I’m at work Victoria
well i asked you a fucking question and I find it hard to believe you haven’t looked at your phone a single time
I find it hard to believe you don’t understand how busy I can get considering we work in the same fucking department
well you’re answering just fine now
so what it is, are you fucking her or something
cassie read her message and proceeded to leave her on read for ten more minutes and victoria had half a mind to drive herself to ptmc and pull her out of the emergency room herself. cassie saved her own ass by finally responding.
No, Victoria, I’m not banging some random fucking instagram model
Even if I was it wouldn’t matter because YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND
victoria nearly chucked her phone across the room at that message. cassie just loved to remind her that everytime she tried to keep her in check as if she didn’t tear her ass apart when she was flirting with mateo at the bar one night. she clenched her jaw so hard she heard it crack before hopping out of bed to pace her room angrily.
maybe since cassie was so insistent on reminding them they were actually together, victoria can give her a reminder on why cassie still has yet to find an actually girlfriend.
she dug around in her underwear drawer, pulling out her favorite lace set. a push up bra and the littlest thong she’s seen, both just a size too small.
she quickly undressed, tearing off her oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants and replacing her undergarments with the ones she just grabbed out. victoria walked over to her floor length mirror with her back turned to it before squatting down to sit on her knees. she twisted her back to hold her phone out to the mirror, arching her back a bit to plump the shape of her ass up.
snapping the picture, she brought her phone back around and hovered it slightly above her using her arms to push her tits together, the swell of her breast slightly spilling above the the bright pink fabric.
victoria looked over the pictures with a hum of approval before clambering back into her bed to snap one last full body shot, her arm snaking down her stomach and her hand toying with the waistband of her thong.
she swiped through all the pictures before sending them, deciding they definitely needed to be sent to trinity later.
i know im not u seriously love to remind me
but let me remind you why we’re still doing this
maybe watch your tone with me next time ? ;*
she held her phone in her hand, waiting for her response. the delivered turned to read: 5:42 pm, and she watched the bubble appear and disappear about four times before a message came through
You are actually fucking ridiculous, you know that?
victoria grinned as she hearted the message as her response. a few minutes later, her phone buzzed again.
You’re so lucky no one was around me when i opened my phone
I genuinely can’t stand you.
she added another heart reaction to that one.
i’ll be over after my shift and you better still fucking be wearing that when i get there
grinning in victory, she hovered her fingers over her keyboard trying to craft the perfect response.
