They'd come seeking someone to guard Scott's settlement money extracted from the Carson family fortune. He hadn't expected to find a friend and confid...nt, but Everett Wahl was that and more.Scott stepped off the elevator on the top floor and turned left. The top floor executives each had corner office fiefs, controlled by an ever efficient executive assistant. Karen, Everett Wahl's girl Friday, jumped to her feet and smiled."Welcome home, Scott."He gave her a quick hug, "It's good to be back.. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I'm winning and are trying to make me quit."Every guy there couldn't help but glance at the crotch of her bikini as she sat with her feet up in the chair and her arms wrapped around her knees. It was wildly teasing when she would occasionally lean back. Her bikini was very tightly stretched over her crotch and pussy. The subtle outline was unmistakable.She didn't realize it but she was playing right into their ploy and I was. Tuck in the shirt though, or bind it at the back or something, those shorts are short enough to be hidden by the shirt.” He left to start his shift and let the manager know I’d be there in a moment. I went into the single-person-bathroom and made a face at my reflection in the mirror. My dark brown hair was messed up, the tips wet and curling when they should be straight. I tore off my poor red shirt and attempted to dry my hair and bra with some paper towels. It had little effect, and when I. Shit. I noticed a pill bottle on the counter as I turned off the wifi, hoping the 4G would be faster. Ambien?! No wonder Scott was out so quickly! I turned my attention back to my phone only to see I had no signal what-so-ever. Fine, to the spank bank! I sat down on the toilet and spread my legs, closed my eyes, and began rubbing my clit. I was getting wet but wasn’t feeling my orgasm building as fast as I needed it to. The pressure was having the opposite effect I wanted it to. I looked at my.