Charlie's Angels

Reclusive billionaire, Charles Townsend, observed the empty meeting room on a large monitor screen that occupied one wall of his luxurious penthouse suite. He felt his cock harden in anticipation of the arrival of his lovely Angels.

All that they would ever know of him was what they could hear through the anonymous desk top speaker in that room. They were entirely unaware that their mysterious boss was also a lecherous voyeur with cameras concealed throughout the building. He liked to watch his girls artlessly pose for him, his cameras silently running down long tanned legs, slowing the action of jiggling breasts. That these women were also feisty resourceful crime-fighters just added to their desirability.

And what of faithful Bosley? He spent more time than any here. Did he know that he was being watched? Charlie suspected that he did and that his right-hand man was something of an exhibitionist. Certainly when Bosley had popped an Angel or two in this very room, he had almost seemed to be showing off.

There was Bosley now. Arriving in the meeting room a few short minutes before the Angels got there. Charlie watched his faithful employee fastidiously arrange some furniture before sitting behind his own desk. Was that a wink to camera as Bosley thrust his legs out straight and adjusted his crotch? It seemed that his loins too were active in anticipation of the arrival of the beautiful women.