Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Even more, the basement bathrooms have cameras in them because we’re in the midst of remodeling. Vandals sometimes break into construction sites, so as a precaution, we have lenses trained on every public space. As a result, I watch as Harlow enters the women’s restroom, the door swinging shut behind her before stopping in front of the mirror. Then, I look away. I’m not going to watch her do her business because that’s private. But the curvy girl doesn’t go into one of the stalls. Instead, she hoists one foot up so that it’s level with the sink and then … what is she…? Oh fuck.
Because little Harlow isn’t so little anymore. She’s a full-grown woman doing what full-grown women do for themselves. One foot is propped up on the countertop, and her legs are spread wide open. She’s watching herself in the mirror. God, this is so hot. Then, her head tips back in ecstasy, and I can’t help but get hard watching this. She is such a dirty girl, holy shit, and I stare with avid eyes as she pleasures herself with to completion. There isn’t any sound on the video feed, but I swear, I can see her lips forming into words, and I swear she’s chanting my name. Quickly, I pull myself out and begin stroking. The sound is obscene, my wetness lubing the way, but just as Harlow comes, I come too with viscous jizz spurting all over my hand.
Then, the sassy girl finishes and she glances at herself breathing hard in the mirror. She takes her foot off the corner, smoothes her hair down, and then smiles secretively before exiting the bathroom. Immediately, I zip up and pull my belt tight before standing. This is going to be a filthy summer, I can already tell.
I watch Harlow return to her desk, with a guilty but oh-so-satisfied look on her beautiful face. I feel like a stalker, peeping in on her. Am I abusing my power by watching her? Maybe. Do I care? Not at all. Her hair is still a little mussed from her bathroom adventure and there’s a funny swing to her hips. Technically, she’s the one who was in the wrong here, but somehow, I don’t care. All I need is more.
Back at her desk, Harlow smooths those wild brown curls into some semblance of order and chugs half her bottled water down. Must have been thirsty work, and I grin to myself.
I would love to know what was on her phone in the bathroom. She studied it so intensely while watching herself in the mirror. Now, her phone flashes again, and she looks at it, then ignores whoever it was. I wonder who she would blow off like that. Maybe a friend. Maybe an ex. I seem to recall Brent complaining about a boyfriend he hated and would like to put in the grave.
I take a moment to scroll through my Outbox. Perfect, my secretary sent an email to Harlow this morning, and it should be in her mail by now. Sure enough, Harlow takes another sip of her water and then hops onto the computer. Her eyes rove left and right, and she clicks on something. Her eyes squint, and then they go wide. She must have just seen the email from my secretary, Priscilla. I asked Priscilla to summon Harlow to my office when she got in, but obviously, we’ve missed that meeting. Now is a perfect opportunity.
But Harlow doesn’t get up right away. Instead, her first instinct is to retouch her lip gloss and I watch, fascinated, as she pulls out a tiny handheld mirror and carefully plumps up her lips with a pink color. That seems promising. Once she puts the lip gloss away, I see something in her eyes that I’m not familiar with from her. Could it be …? Shit, I think it is. Harlow’s nervous, and she’s lusty too. Am I imagining things?
I continue to stare at the feed as she makes her way to the elevators. Her flushed cheeks give her a natural rosy glow even under our obnoxious fluorescent lights. She should be in my office in two minutes, so I attempt to will my hard-on away. Then again, I don’t even care if she sees my stiff member. She’s already been a bad, bad girl, and I’m just the man to teach her a lesson.
Sure enough, within minutes, a soft knock sounds on my door, and the blood pounds in my veins. I feel like a predator about to toy with my prey. I’m ready to pounce on the curvy girl, but I’m determined to enjoy the chase too. It’s been so long since anything was forbidden or taboo because with enough money, looks, and connections, everything seems to be within my reach. But my best friend’s daughter? This absolutely crosses a line, and I lick my lips in anticipation.