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syntheticallymade · 2 years ago

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JEROME VOMIT FETISH

Jerome enters Matt's office, his face pale and looking like he's about to vomit any second.

"Matt, sorry to interrupt, but where's the bathroom?" Jerome asks, as he takes a mental note of who all is in the room.

Matt points to the door on his right. "It's right over there, Jerome. You okay?"

"I don't know, man," Jerome says, taking a step back. "I think I'm gonna hurl."

"Go ahead, Jerome. If you need to puke, just do it in front of us. We won't judge," Matt says reassuringly, but Isra looks at him with disgust.

Knowing he has support in Matt, Jerome comes up with a plan and swiftly leaves the boardroom.

"What the hell, Matt? That's disgusting," Isra says, wrinkling her nose.

"What? I'm just being supportive," Matt says defensively. "Jerome's a good guy, and he's always been there for us."

Isra rolls her eyes. "This is getting ridiculous. First sensory nests, now vomit. What's next, free seeing eye dogs for anyone who wants one? Get real.”

"Hey, sensory nests are not ridiculous," Matt says, getting defensive again. "They serve a purpose, and they're important for people with certain conditions."

Just then, Jerome bursts back into the room, looking even more distressed than before.

“I can’t make it to the bathroom," he says, his face pale. "I’m about to blow."

Joey, Matt, Isra, and Evelyn all watched as Jerome made his way to a nearby trash can, breathing heavily as he did so.

He hunched over the bin, his body wracked with dry heaves.

"Go on, Jerome," Joey said, "Let it all out."

Matt nodded in agreement. "We don't judge here. If this is what you need to do, we're here for you."

Isra looked uncomfortable, but she nodded her head as well. "Yeah, man. Do your thing."

Evelyn remained silent, her eyes locked on Jerome. A fury burning within her. She had always known that there was something different about him, something that set him apart from the others. Looking at him now, she saw a gleam in his eyes. Could it be that he was getting pleasure from having a crowd watch him get sick? She knew he was different, but she never suspected that he could be aroused by his own vomit.

Just then, Jerome became violently ill and started to throw up in front of everybody. His vomit covered his clothes and it splashed across Matt’s desk. Matt and Joey gave supportive smiles, while Isra and Evelyn recoiled in disgust.

Jerome couldn’t be happier.

He took a deep breath and straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to conceal his grin.

"Thanks, guys," he said, "That really helped. I’ll never forget this night. Trust me.”

Joey patted him on the back. "Anytime, buddy."

Matt turned his attention back to the blueprints in front of him. "So, let's get back to business, shall we? I believe Isra was comparing sensory nests to concentration camps?”

Isra nodded, but Evelyn spoke up. "Wait a minute. What just happened here? We can't just ignore what we just saw."

Joey looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, we just watched Jerome happily vomit into a trash can, and we're acting like it's no big deal. Why was he so eager to get sick in front of an audience?”

Matt shrugged. "It's not a big deal. It's just Jerome being Jerome."

Evelyn shook her head.

Isra rolled her eyes.

Jerome looks mortified at the suggestion and his face turns a deep shade of red.

He stumbles backwards, tripping over a chair and knocking over a stack of Anti Nest propaganda as he does so.

“No, no, no!” he stammers, “That’s not true at all! I’m not some kind of pervert! I just fantasize about vomiting on people. Surely they would feel badly for me, as I’m the one who is sick. They’d probably insist on cleaning themselves up, even though that takes away from my fantasy. If you consider that to be a fetish of some sort, knock yourself out. I’ll be over here with the rest of the evolved portion of mankind.”

Evelyn is unconvinced, and her eyes narrow as she glares at him. “Oh really?” she retorts, “Then why did you seem to get aroused when you got sick?”

Joey steps forward, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Come on guys,” he says, “Let’s not make a big deal out of this.”

But it’s too late. Evelyn is already on a roll.

“I knew there was something weird about you,” she hisses at Jerome.

“You always act like you’re better than everyone else, but really you’re just a freak!”

Jerome’s face contorts in anger.

“How dare you!” he yells back, “You think you’re so perfect, but you’re just a shallow, judgmental bitch!”

The room falls silent as everyone turns to look at Jerome in shock.

Even Isra, who has been quiet up until this point, seems taken aback.

Evelyn is seething with rage and begins to make stimming noises, a desperate attempt to collect herself. After all, she is still intent on fighting with Isra for her right to have her sensory nests. She needs to be sharp.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” she snaps, “You know what? You’re right. I am shallow. I’m shallow because I care about things like the beauty of nature and the artistry of nest building. But you know what’s really shallow? And, quite frankly, extremely disturbing? Getting off on vomit!”

Jerome looks like he’s about to explode.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he spits, “You don’t know what it’s like to be me.”

He anxiously licks the corners of his mouth, hoping there is at least some residual vomit for him to ingest. That residual vomit would not be found. He had wiped his face too well. “Damn,” he thought to himself.

He began to spiral at the prospect of not having any vomit on hand.

Evelyn notices what Jerome is doing, and what he is looking for. Her voice rises to a fever pitch. “Thank God for that! I don’t want to know what it’s like to be you!” she screams, “You’re disgusting!”

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syntheticallymade · 2 years ago

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Evelyn was giving Jerome a tour of the cafe, as she always did with new employees. She showed him around the various stations and pointed out the equipment they used to make the drinks. Then, she led him up to the rafters and explained the purpose of her sensory nests.

“This is my space," she said firmly, "and I need it to be just the way I like it to feel comfortable and safe."

As they walked around the first nest, Jerome seemed impressed by the collection of objects and colorful glass art.

“This is really cool," he said, "but why can't we come up here?"

Evelyn sighed. "I just need to have my own space where I can feel comfortable and process my autism," she explained. "It's nothing personal."

Jerome nodded understandingly, and they continued the tour. But as they entered the second nest, Evelyn's heart sank. The walls were covered in spray-painted graffiti, and the floor was littered with empty cans of spray paint.

“What the hell?" Evelyn exclaimed, feeling a wave of panic and anger wash over her. "Who did this?"

Jerome looked around, equally shocked.

“Wait a minute, it looks like whoever is responsible left a message."

He pointed to the wall, where the words "Isra Rocks!" were painted in bright pink letters.

Evelyn's face turned red with rage. She knew exactly who had done this.

“That fucking Isra," she muttered under her breath. "I knew she was trouble."

Jerome looked at her, confused. "Isra? Who's that?"

Evelyn explained the situation, and told Jerome all the ways Isra makes her life more difficult. From not knowing how the registers work, making drinks incorrectly, and mishandling cash payments. She was feeling more and more frustrated by the second.

“She's been causing problems for months now. And now she's vandalizing my personal space? That's it. I'm done with her. It’s war."

Jerome nodded sympathetically, but Evelyn could tell he didn't really understand.

“I just need to calm down," she said, taking a deep breath. "Let's just finish the tour."

But as they descended the stairs, Evelyn knew she couldn't just let this go. She had to confront Isra and make her pay for what she had done.

The only question was how.

(LATER)

Evelyn's hands shook with fury. She felt like her safe space had been violated and defaced by Isra's actions. She began angrily pacing up and down her desecrated nest.

"How fucking dare she?" Evelyn seethed, "After everything she's done, now she's gone and ruined the one place where I can finally breathe? The one safe haven I had to process my autism?”

Jerome looked on, unsure of what to say or do. Evelyn noticed his hesitation and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She clutched a nearby piece of fabric and twiddled it between her thumb and index finger, admiring its softness.

"I'm sorry, Jerome. This isn't your problem. But Isra has really crossed the line this time. I can't even look at her right now," Evelyn said, her voice still quivering with anger.

Jerome nodded, trying to be supportive. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

Evelyn sighed.

“I don't know, Jerome. I just need to figure out what to do next. But I can't let her get away with this. It's not just about me and my space, it's about respecting boundaries and treating people with dignity."

Jerome nodded again, trying to understand.

“I get it, Evelyn. I'm here for you, whatever you need."

Evelyn smiled faintly. "Thanks, Jerome. That means a lot to me."

(THE NEXT DAY)

Jerome was wiping down the espresso machine when Isra approached him, a stack of flyers in her hand.

"Hey, Jerome," she said, smiling sweetly. "Have you heard about Evelyn's little sensory nests? They're a complete joke, and we need to put a stop to them."

Jerome rolled his eyes.

“Listen, Isra, I'm not interested in whatever nonsense you're peddling. I'm just trying to do my job here."

Isra laughed coldly.

“Oh, come on, Jerome. Don't you want to help us get rid of these stupid nests? They're a waste of time and space. We need to make sure everyone knows that."

Jerome shook his head.

“I'm sorry, Isra, but I'm not going to be a part of this. Evelyn has been nothing but kind and supportive to me since I started here, and I'm not going to turn on her just because you want me to."

Isra scowled and crossed her arms, effectively shutting him out.

“Fine, whatever. But you'll regret it when those nests get in the way of your work and your customers start complaining."

Jerome just smiled.

“I highly doubt that, Isra. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some customers to serve."

He turned and walked away, leaving Isra fuming behind him.

As he went about his work, Jerome couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the absurdity of the situation. He knew Isra was just trying to cause trouble, but he wasn't going to let her get the best of him or Evelyn.

He was going to stand up for what was right, and he wasn't going to let anyone tear down Evelyn's safe space without a fight.

A while later, Isra reappears.

“Here,” she said, thrusting a flyer into his hands. “Read this.”

The anti nest propaganda reads:

“Say no to sensory nests. They're a breeding ground for weirdos and they’re strange objects."

JEROME: Oh my god, Isra, this is ridiculous.

ISRA: (defensive) I'm just trying to make the store a better place for everyone. Sensory nests are gross and weird.

JEROME: (sarcastic) Yeah, I can see how a little corner of comfort for someone with sensory issues is really ruining your day.

ISRA: (angrily) You don't understand. Evelyn is taking advantage of her autism to be a tyrant in the store. She's not even a good supervisor.

JEROME: (rolling his eyes) I've only been here for a week, but even I can tell that's not true. Evelyn is the best supervisor I've ever had.

ISRA: (frustrated) You just don't get it. You don't know what it's like to be held back by your cognitive impairments.

JEROME: (firmly) And you don't know what it's like to have sensory issues. Just because you have your own struggles doesn't mean you get to take away something that helps someone else.

ISRA: (defeated) I just don't know what to do. I feel like everyone is against me.

JEROME: (softening) Look, I get that you're struggling too. But maybe instead of tearing down something that helps someone else, we can all try to support each other.

ISRA: (hesitantly) I guess that makes sense.

JEROME: (smiling) And who knows, maybe you'll even learn something from Evelyn's sensory objects.

ISRA: (skeptical) Doubtful.

JEROME: (laughing) Well, it was worth a shot. But seriously, Isra, you've got to stop doing this. This is not right. You know, between Evelyn and Joey, nobody could ask for a better management team. You should be grateful to work with such awesome people.

Isra: Grateful? Ha! Those freaks and their nests are ruining this Starbucks. We need to get rid of them for good.

Jerome: What are you talking about? Evelyn's nests are what make this place unique. And have you seen Joey work? He's like a coffee wizard.

Isra: Coffee wizard? More like a retarded barista. You know, Evelyn called me a retard the other day.

Jerome: Whoa, hold up. That's not okay. But still, that doesn't give you the right to destroy her personal space. You need to apologize and make it right.

Isra: Apologize? For what? She's the one who insulted me. And I'm just trying to make this Starbucks a better place for everyone.

Jerome: By tearing down someone's safe space? That's not making anything better. Listen, you need to stop this and apologize to Evelyn. And if you can't work with her and Joey, maybe it's time to find a different job.

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