.."that your thing is hanging out your fly."

"Oh..oh..my gosh," the geek stammered, looking to see his half-deflated prick had been hanging out all the time he had been making her smoothie. He tried zipping up, only to catch his shirttail in the zipper. Then he tried stuffing his meat back in his fly, but it had so enlarged from the idea of the pretty redhead watching his dick, it was impossible.

"Maybe I can help you out there," said the pretty miss as she headed for the countercut.

You crabwalk from your hidingplace to the backroom before she sees you. In the small room, you spy some discarded garments and get a devilish idea.

The geeky guy couldn't believe his luck. All these years, nothing. Today, two beautiful women had ministered to him. Right now, the redhead was on her knees shucking his prick to and fro in her hot little hand, aided by a bit of lotion from her purse.

You suddenly appear before the couple. The shock of you ,your hair pinned up under the company cap, in an apron with a manager's badge, widened the redhead's mouth to a big oval just as the geek shot his load. Straight down her gullet the stream flew.

You grab the redhead by the hair, pulling her to her feet."What are you doing to my employee?"