I kicked a hornet's nest.

I beat my escape to the bar closest the office to await the fallout of my little stunt. I am not waiting long for it to arrive.

Holly, Jessica and Dawn arrive a few minutes after me looking more and less peeved depending on the person. Dawn has her jean back up and has redone the clasp on her lacy black bra, looking the angriest of the three. Jessica has thrown a shirt on over her purple bra, along with a pair of crimson panties. Jessica looked mildly annoyed by the whole situation. Holly is completely dressed and would pass for nothing at all had happened if not for the big red patches on her knees where she had been kneeling on the floor. Holly seems to find the whole thing hilarious just as I do.

I try and keep the smile off my face and look innocent as I sip a coke as Dawn rounds on me.

“It was him! Roo did this to me,” her breasts rising and falling as she breathes deep in anger.

“Did what Dawnie?” I ask trying not to laugh.

“He made me undress and watch you,” Dawn counters.

“I’m sure you didn’t need much convincing to get naked,” Jessica says sternly.

“You might want to make sure the office is locked before you get up to whatever next time,” I say unable to keep from laughing anymore.

Holly too joins me in laughing at the whole situation. The outrage from Dawn at finding her on the floor outside the office desperately trying to stand up and pull her clothes back on at the same time too funny for her.

“I think I like getting caught,” Holly says as she goes to Dawn and gives her a hug to calm her down, “I’ll take you to Ratliff’s sometime.”

Dawn eventually calms down, as does Jessica when Holly offers, “just come on in next time. Jessica won’t mind.”

Jessica is still in the mood to finish what she and Holly had started when she tells Dawn and I, “you two good to finish setting up this bar together. We’re going back to the office. No interruptions this time, ok?”

We nod that Holly and Jess will be left in peace this time and Dawn fixes the rest of her clothing up before coming and joining me in the bar.

“I should **** you,” she tells me as she begins starts work beside me.

“You just want me to **** your pussy,” I give back, enjoying having this to tease Dawn about.

Hmmpff! Is Dawn’s response to that. “I should have known you were up to something when you started taking my top off,” she says.

“Yeah, you really should have,” I agree.

It doesn’t take long to set the rest of the bar up. Most of the restocking is done the night before. The only thing we need is the tills but Dawn and I aren’t going anywhere near the office to get that. I pour each of us a coke as a peace offering and hand one to Dawn.

“So why won’t you fuck me? I’m not hot enough?” Dawn asks when she’s drunk half of her drink.

Thinking about it I give Dawn an honest answer. “It’s just how you come across Dawn. With me anyway. Guys like to think they are the ones doing the hunting. When the tables are turned it can be a bit disconcerting.”

Dawn takes in what I’m saying. Slowly nodding that she understands.

“And you are plenty hot enough Dawn. You don’t have anything to worry about that. You’ve probably got the best tits I’ve ever seen,” I compliment her.

After what I just said, Dawn offers cautiously, “did you want to see them again? But that’s all.”

I didn’t get the best look at them before as I was standing behind her. I would dearly love to see them in all their glory. I nod to Dawn that I would.

Coming close to me, Dawn perhaps worrying that this is another trick, she begins to undo her shirt for me. Opening it I gaze as her breasts are pressed up together in some remarkable cleavage. The large globes suspended in place by her bra.

“Did you want to?” Dawn asks me, not going to undo her bra herself.

I raise my fingertips to the clasp in front of me and unhook it for the second time today. The weight of her breasts pushing the cups aside as I open her bra out to see. Dawn’s tits remain where they are. Young teenage tits not yet touched by gravity. They true are grade A. Dawn closes her eyes as I take her breasts in my hands feeling the weight of them. They are oh so firm still. Dawn’s areolas large round coins with only the slightest little pinch of a nipple. They are hard to my fingertips. Dawn suppressing her urges to moan as I play with her sensitive buds.

Longer than I should I tell Dawn, “thank you,” letting her know she can put them away.

Dawn begins putting her bra back on. “Thank you. For touching me,” she says, “I’m going to go use the bathroom for a little bit.”

Dawn’s flushed face matching mine as she steps out of the bar and off to the staff toilets.