The bastard called in my supervisor and made him watch me as I cleared out my things from my locker. All the other security officers on duty wished me...good luck, but I never saw the wanker manager again. The firm had a union, but as I hadn,t been a member long enough they,d do nothing for me! It took ages before I deduced I,d have to commute back to London to make enough to cover our bills and it gave me lots of time to curse the cunt who put me in such a precarious position. Of course shifts. I wasa little worried about the apartment manager talking to her. If anybodywas going to tell her I was sitting around a t-shirt and pink panties, itprobably should be me. I was concerned about talking to her, but as itturned out, she was very understanding. The only thing she was reallyangry about was my shoplifting the panties. She said we'd have to goback and pay for them. I about freaked out and said I'd just die if Ihad to admit I'd stolen girl's underwear. She paused for a second. It really did not matter whose hands. I flipped open my laptop and entered Zen Spa in the search bar.A page came up describing the features and services offered. I was impressed by mani-pedi, hairdressing, facials, and massage in four different varieties, pealing, etc. I came across a page showing the different therapists one could choose from. Most were very pretty, but one caught my eye. Her smile was so attractive, and she was beautiful.I wondered at my reaction to seeing her picture. I was. I’m not sure which one of the two started it, but now their lips were firmly pressed together and I sensed that this kiss had escalated. Moments later I saw Tiff’s mouth open slightly and I knew what was going on. As they both slightly turned their heads, I could see their tongues dancing together. I glanced back at the clock and the two minutes had elapsed.“Ok, times up.” I said.The ladies broke the kiss, but I could tell it was an intense moment for them. They nervously looked away from each.