Xandra arrives at work.

Xandra was ten minutes late by the time she arrived at the construction site. Carl had been very quiet as he drove them both to work. Usually Xandra's workmate couldn't stop talking during the car share journey, but today the big african-american seemed shy and Xandra caught him giving her puzzled glances.

"He knows something is different." Xandra thought to herself. "But he can't figure out what or he'd probably be screaming. It looks like that glamour Willow and Tara cast works, he's acting like he hasn't noticed that I sprouted tits overnight."

At the site entrance Xandra's boss was waiting looking pointedly at his watch as Xandra and Carl approached, Xandra braced herself for the insults, threats and sarcasm that always accompanied the foreman's lectures on timekeeping.

"So Carl and Harris finally make an appearence." The foreman began. "What time do you call this...Xandra?"

The foreman looked up from his watch just as he said her name. The belligerent scowl vanished immediately and he looked Xandra up and down smiling appreciatively.

"Sorry boss, it's my fault." Xandra apologised. "Carl was on time, but I didn't have my shit together this morning and held him up."

"That's not a problem Xandra." The foreman said agreeably to Xandra's disbelief. "What's a few minutes matter, you're my best workers you'll soon catch up."

The foreman turned and walked through the gates with them, chatting as though they were old friends. He put his arms across the backs of their shoulders in a comradely fashion.

"You young guys and girls, bet you've been shaking a leg and getting up to late night shannanigans eh?" The older man said conversationally. "Why if I was twenty years younger I'd give you a run for your money if you know what I mean."

The foreman's hand slipped off Xandra's shoulder and she felt a big hand cup her breast and give it a squeeze. Xandra suspected that Carl probably wasn't being treated to similar delights on the far side of the foreman. Xandra was about to protest, but then held her tongue. The foreman had said nothing about docking pay as was the usual practice when Xander had been late.

"That's awfully understanding of you boss." Xandra said, giving the paunchy middleaged site boss a sickly grin. "We'll get to work now."

"No hurry." The foreman said, walking with them and continuing to surreptitiously fondle Xandra's titty through her clothes. "I was thinking maybe we could all grab a beer together after work. Get to know each other a little better and kick back."

Xandra mumbled vague assurances that the idea sounded swell and managed to tear herself away to head for the area she and Carl were due to work. As she turned she felt the foreman's hand again, this time on the seat of her jeans and her ass was given a hard pinch. Xandra gave a strangled squeak and jumped forward, when she looked back the foreman was cupping himself and grinning.

"Did that dirty old fucker just goose you Xandra?" Carl asked, sounding outraged. "You want me to go back and beat the shit outta him?"

"No that's ok Carl." Xandra said hurriedly. "What's a friendly pat on the tush? Nothing to get the sack over."

"Well you know I woulda if you'd asked dont'cha Xandra." Carl declared, although Xandra knew nothing of the sort until that moment. "You and me we're buddies right? Bosum buddies like this."

Carl crossed two fingers and held them up to show Xandra exactly what he meant. Xandra wondered which of the fingers Carl imagined himself to be, probably the one on top. For a bosom buddy Carl also seemed to be spending altogether too much time staring at Xandra's bosom in particular. Xandra wondered how much Carl and her other workmates might be prepared to help her with.

"Say I don't suppose you'd carry my tools up for me while I slip this plaid shirt off would you Carl?" Xandra asked, arching her back and sticking her braless, tight teeshirt covered chest out. "It would be so sweet of you and I'd be ever so grateful."