Use her panties.

That bastard Chet! There wasn't a single thing in the office that Everly could use to clean herself up with. Her work shirt or skirt was out of the question, which left only one thing. Her panties. She would have to use them to wipe Chet's cum off her face. Sliding them down over her hips and off her sneakers, Everly admitted to herself that she was actually quite impressed at how big of a load Chet had shot on her. She really wished he had cum down her throat. She would have enjoyed swallowing it all up.

Bringing her panties to her face, Everly could smell her arousal on the damp cotton material. It was a heady mix of sex and young hormones. Damn, smelling her own pussy this close to her face wasn't helping her get any less turned on. Everly started to think about how she could get herself get herself off quickly. Getting laid would be better but she would make do with whatever she could get right about now. Perhaps she could give herself a little orgasm in the showers before her next round of caddying.

Stepping out of the office after cleaning her face, Everly was relieved to see no one was about to witness her leaving the same room Chet came out of moments earlier. The coast was clear all the way to the locker room the caddies shared that divided off into male and female showers. Putting the combination into her lock, Everly was startled by the arrival of Stefan just as she was pulling the door open.

"Fuck! Stef. Don't go sneaking up on people like that," Everly swore at the young trainee.

Stefan was the youngest of all the caddies at 14 and had just begun working at the golf course this summer. "Sorry, Everly. It's just that... umm..."

Everly watched his eyes travel to the front of her shirt. Looking down she saw the unmistakable glob of milky white fluid. Snatching her towel out of her locker and covering her chest Everly demanded to know what he wanted, "spit it out, Stef. I don't have time for all your nonsense right now."

"Ooh, sorry. Right. Well, Mister Asher is outside and normally Chet caddies for him when he plays but..."

A chance to get even with Chet for spunking on her face had presented itself. Everly could take two of his regulars off him in one day if she played her cards right. It seemed Everly wouldn't have time to play with herself at work after all.

"Well don't just stand there Stefan. Go and tell Mr Asher I'll be happy to caddy for him if he gives me five minutes to get ready. Rent him out a buggy free of charge too, for Chet inconveniencing him."

Chet hadn't really inconvenienced him, Everly just hated carrying clubs while walking. Plus the comped buggy could be put down against Chet this way too.

After a very quick shower to scrub her face and freshen up downstairs, Everly quickly put her make up, that Chet had ruined, back on and changed into a tee-shirt she had brought in from home, her other work shirt stained.

Bounding out of the caddy rooms in no more than fifteen minutes later, she found Mr Asher loading his clubs onto the cart Stefan had hired for him. Ken Asher was in his late thirties and was one of the few members still working at Shady Creek. Most of them were retirees with too much time on their hands

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Asher," Everly said, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Oh no problem, Everly. I was just seeing if Chet was working when the young boy told me you were available. Still, it's nice to play a round with a pretty girl like you."

"Mr Asher! I hope you don't play around on all the pretty girls," Everly fanned shock. This was going to be too easy Everly thought to herself!

"Ahh no," he laughed, catching what he had just said, "Please call me Ken too."

"Alright, Ken. Now would you like to drive or shall I?" Everly asked as she made her way to the passenger's side of the cart. In her experience, the men always wanted to drive. "And once again we're so sorry about Chet. He's become rather... unreliable lately..."