Bob Franklin was the head of the VIP squad, and the most senior member. Usually when a customer enquiry about the VIP package comes up, the staff reco...mend experiencing him last. In both the save-the-best-for-last way and in a you-better-see-the-other-four-to-be-ready-for-him way.The woman’s eyes lit up like sparklers. She licked her lips ever so subtly at the mention of Bob. Bill could now plainly see that her nipples went rock hard and immediately snapped back to eye level.“Wonderful, I will. I like knowing he has taken the time. “You got it, babe. I’ll see you in about two hours.” “See you then, sexy,” he replies with a wink. Heading home, I shower and scrub myself clean. I look through my closet, looking for something cute, but still comfortable. I end up with yoga pants and AC/DC band tee. This is as comfortable as I can get, hopefully this is what he has in mind. Two hours on the dot, Scott is ringing my doorbell. I skip over to the door, swinging it open and smile from ear. Sunday went without a hitch. Dad shuttled two visiting families to the airport and it looked like we were finally going to be able to relax. I should have known it was too good to last. Around seven PM the cops showed up.There were two of them. That wasn't so bad, but one of them Allison and I knew from our work on the Vegas problem. I should have known he would be involved in the search for Roxy. He seemed to be the group's chief troubleshooter and I couldn't help but wonder if he had also set. He traces the curve of her behind, hooks a tentacle onto the waistband of her jeans. When he pulls, Agnes’ heart stutters in her chest.The alien successfully bares her, ass first, to the dozens of colleagues watching her plight through the glass. Agnes closes her eyes tightly, a feeling of unreality warring with utter, complete mortification inside of her. This has to be a nightmare, she tells herself. She isn’t being held up by an alien, pant-less, for all the people she most admires to see..