Beth spots him

As soon as her shirt is up over her head Beth freezes.

Emma watches her friend, stood in the odd position, shirt held over her head, bikini top on full display and a sinking feeling crawls into her stomach. Slowly she turns around, her eyes following Beth's.

There is a moment of silence as Emma looks under the desk, the Stranger still laying there, his semi-erect cock still dripping cum poking out the top of his jeans, a look of mortified surprise on his face as he realises both women are staring at him.

Beth suddenly forgets about the shirt, dropping it to the floor and rounding on Emma. "What the actual fuck?!" she shouts, her eyes flicking from the man under the desk and back to Emma. "You've been sneaking around at work?"

"No," Emma says quickly, a quaver in her voice. "No, I just...." words fail her as her eyes spot the mans cock again, and then fall to her stockinged feet, seeing the white liquid still staining them a little.