I’m not a slut. I mean, I’m not a sexual pervert or anything like that. And I don’t think of you that way either! I mean, well, oh hell. Want a ...eer?’ She smiled and tried to put the right spin on her frustration, some of it real, and some of it acted. Victoria looked up and said, ‘Sure.’ Then she added, ‘And thanks. Sorry ’bout that.’ She motioned her head to Marlene’s bed. I promise that will never happen again.’ She watched closely for Marlene’s reaction. The Doc was right. Marlene’s face. Having started university so young Gary had a difficult time adjusting to being around older more mature students.That is until he met the right crowed. Or in this case the wrong crowed. It started innocently enough of course. Some light drinking, some marijuana now and again. After all "You can't be a botanist without knowing your weed right kiddo?" His friend Paul would tell him. As he grew older and began to mature physically it seemed that he while he was very intelligent he wasn't getting. Cindy handed me a drink as she sat beside me. As she lowered herself into the chair, I noticed a lot of movement under the thin cloth. Shes naked under that dress, I thought. This neighbourhood is nuts! For the next hour the conversation flowed nicely, lubricated by the sangria. Jen joined us eventually, realizing that I wasnt paying any attention to her. When Pam started describing their vacation to Greece, Jen got quite bitchy, interrupting frequently with catty comments and attempts to get. I started my shift and had done my first rounds of the building. Mike parked behind the building and I let him in by the loading dock doors. I was shaking nervously as I made sure the door locked in behind him. I took him to a corner office where no cameras were. I took off my pants, socks and shoes. Gary insisted I keep my shirt on because it turned him on. I bent over a desk and spread my ass open. I heard Gary unzip and lower his pants. His belt buckle made a metallic sound as it dropped.