Ray was standing up behind his desk. He was looking down at something on the desk, perhaps a security monitor. He sensed that someone had walked in through the door and he glanced up at the three women approaching him. He did a double take, as would be expected of any 24 year-old American male. But one of the reasons he was taken aback was because he immediately recognized Tabitha. Yet, he didn't. The Tabitha that walked through the door was not the one he had seen on several occasions. She was...augmented.
"Oh, h-hello M-Mrs. Cranston," he stuttered horribly.
Tabitha laughed. "How many times have I told you to call me 'Tabitha,' Ray?"
He shrugged. "I lost count."
All three women laughed. "These are my friends, Ricki and Brenda," Tabitha said, introducing each of her "friends."
"H-hello," Ray stammered again. "N-nice to m-meet you."
"Likewise," Brenda said, eyeing him up and down. She was feeling the hots for him. Ray's eyes were pretty well fixated on her, too. His preference was for blondes. The sound of Tabitha clearing her throat snapped him out of his daze.
"So what can I do for you tonight?" he asked Tabitha.
"Rick needed something from Dr. Pilsner. He asked me to come get it for him since he's so involved in his work at home right now," Tabitha explained. "I was already going out, so it was no bother to me. Anyway," she said, realizing her last statement was unnecessary, "he told me that Dr. Pilsner would know what to give me, and that I should just get it from him, and that would be that." She waited for Ray to say something. But he didn't. "So, can you just let us on up then?"
"Right, sure," he said. "Let me just call up to Dr. Pilsner and tell him you're coming." He reached down to pick up the phone. Tabitha reached over the desk and put her hand on top of his, blocking him from lifting the receiver. "What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes full of question and confusion.
Tabitha thought quickly. "I don't want to disturb him," she said. "My husband told me that he was very busy, so I don't want to trouble him with having to answer the phone."
"Oh, I don't know," Ray said with worry. "I mean, I don't want to get in trouble."
"Don't worry, Ray," Tabitha reassured him. "We won't tell anyone, and if someone would ask, then we'll say you called."
"But there's cameras," he said.
"So, just pretend to pick up the phone and call," Brenda said. "Won't that work?"
Ray looked back at the sudden object of his desire. "Yea...I guess it would. OK, I'll do it." Tabitha removed her hand and let him pick up the phone. He pretended to dial. After waiting for a few seconds he said, "Dr. Pilsner, Mrs. Cranston and some friends are on their way up. They need to pick up something from you." He waited for a moment, then said, "OK, they'll be right there." He put the phone back down and looked back up at Tabitha. "OK, you can go on up...Tabitha."
Tabitha smiled at him and said, "You're such a sweetie, Ray. See you in a few minutes." She motioned for Ricki and Brenda to follow her, not that Ricki needed to know where to go. As the women walked towards the elevators, Ray found that he couldn't stop staring at Brenda. She was walking last in a line behind the other two, her shapely ass swaying back and forth. Ray felt his cock tighten in his pants.
Brenda could feel the heat of Ray staring at her. Before he would pass out of her sight, she glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at him from one side of her mouth. Ray saw her look back and quickly scrambled to appear that he was doing something other than stare at her.
When they made it to the elevators, Brenda remarked, "He's cute. I'd like to do him right now."
"Which way?" Ricki asked with a giggle as she pushed the button, opening the elevator doors. "Sex or change? Or should change just be assumed?"
They all stepped inside. "Well if your theory is true, then I guess it would be," Brenda said. "But, yea, I do want to fuck him."
"Too bad it will be his last," Tabitha laughed. Ricki pushed the button for the third floor and the doors closed.