Then the door slammed open.
"You silly bitch. What the hell you doing in here?" a voice shouted with authority.
Whipping my head away from the boys' cocks so that my beautiful but spunk-filled blonde hair lashed across my face I saw the boss standing looking pissed.
"These kids have had long enough - and too much by the looks of it," he barked, "time for you boys to go back outside for a beer. Charl; you have more work to do."
"Sure Brad," I muttered, thinking to myself "Great"...
As I stood up, gathered my bills and shrugged myself back into the tiny white shorts before bucking up my skimpy bra I cast another glance over at Steve. I knew this body had never got horny for a guy on a job like this, and I was unnerved by the longing feeling I still got when I saw him pulling the cotton-lycra of his boxers over his pert butt cheeks and his toned back. Even the way his hair flecked against the tan of his neck sent me feeling funny.
I was also scared of pissing Brad off any more. As he held the door, I put one arm around Steve's powerful waist and gave him a tiny hug.
"That's extra, punk," Brad barked again as he walked over to Steve. I hope I wouldn't regret that, but I couldn't help myself.
"What?" Steve said.
"$20" Brad said as he shocked all of us by unleashing a left hook right to Steve's face. He stepped back but it still caught him at a nasty angle. I'm ashamed to admit it but the sight of two guys getting physical when I was involved made me more excited. This body was almost perverse!
My instincts knew better than to linger. I saw Steve and the others rapidly settle up and depart but couldn't resist a longing wink at Steve as I found myself in the lap of some obese, balding businessman who kept trying to rub against my inner thigh. I shut my eyes and thought of Steve. I just hoped Brad wouldn't get rough with me now.