I had dried blood around my nose and lips, a bit on my chin. My blonde hair was a mess, dirty and matted to my head, and my eyes looked red and puffy ...as if I'd been crying, but I hadn't cried at all, I didn't think."Here..." Angela was behind me suddenly and I jumped because I'd been looking in the mirror and I hadn't noticed her there.She was naked now and I turned around, looking at her. She waited patiently, letting me see all of her and it was an offer. Her dark blonde hair was down around. Her nipples felt on fire as Candy leaned into her, the small brown nubs firmly erect. "Is that better?" Yes," Miranda whispered, feeling her pussy start to leak a bit. The stimulation was overwhelming to her, unable to touch herself, and keeping in mind the strict admonishment to not touch Candy, she was feeling like she might explode. The stripper leaned back again and resumed the grinding, dangling her breasts near Miranda's face, reaching up to cup them as she did. "I can see how excited you. No fighting."Walking through the door, I look back. "I remember" I say, then closethe door.Ms. Jensen is working at her desk. There are still at least ten girlsloitering outside the office widow. Everybody loves to rubberneck at acar wreck. Guess they were hoping for another show.A show ... a show. No ... a demonstration.That's exactly what I need right now."Ms. Jensen, could I have one of those phonebooks?" Certainly, take as many as you want. The fewer I have to get rid oflater."I take one. 'Paperwork my ass,' I thought. Nikki was taller and slimmer than her housemate, nice C-cup breasts, but not as good looking; nonetheless she'd always held some allure for me. She always had great hair, long brown hair with blonde highlights that went straight down her back. She also always dressed fabulously, in a subtly sexy way. She was the only person at work who could get away with wearing knee-high leather boots to the office and still look classy. I didn't know her that well, but we'd.