Page 575 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I walked over and started dusting the counter next to his keyboard.
There were about thirty monitors spread out all over the wall, so it took me a little while to locate the one showing footage of Slavanka walking down a row of floor-to-ceiling metal cages housing the servers and wires. So. Many. Wires.
She looked around to make sure no guards could see her, and then she started to open one of the cages.
I reached up and dusted that screen so that the guard next to me couldn’t see what she was up to.
“Hey,” he said. “Don’t block my view like that.”
“Dust block your view?” I asked in my Russian accent. And then I started dusting the screen more vigorously.
“No.You’reblocking my view.”
I moved my feather duster just enough so that only I could see the screen. Slavanka was walking back down the row of servers, so I assumed she’d accomplished her mission.
“Oh. So sorry.” I moved the duster. “We good now?”
“Yeah,” said the guard.
But my question hadn’t been for him. It had really been my sneaky way of asking Ghostie for confirmation that he’d gotten access to their system.
“Nothing yet,” said Ghostie.
Hmm…
I looked back at the feed of Slavanka. She wasn’t leaving the server room. In fact, it seemed like she was walkingtowardsthe guards.
I didn’t know what she was up to. But I had a feeling it was time to escalate my distractions.
“Oh no,” I said. “Screen so dusty. I clean.” I leaned over the guard and started dusting one of the screens that was almost out of my reach. My tits were right in his face. And when I twisted just so, one of them popped out.
I actually heard him swallow.
Which was good. Because that meant he was staring at my tits instead of watching Slavanka pickpocketing one of the guards’ keyrings.
I kept dusting the other screen as I watched her walk back to the server cages. But then the camera started to zoom up on her. And I was pretty sure it wasn’t happening automatically.
“What is she up to?” the guard muttered as he fiddled with a joystick to zoom in more.
What the hell?Was this guard seriously more focused on his job than my naked boob in his face? My first thought was that he was gay, but even gay men liked my amazing breasts. So he must have just been such a stud that boobs didn’t phase him anymore. And if he was getting tons of boobs even half as good as mine, then he must have been absolutelypacking.
I quit dusting the screen and started to stand back up, but in the process I made sure to knock over his mug of coffee.
“Ah!” he screamed as the hot liquid splashed onto his lap.
I jumped back and pretended to be shocked by what I had done.
“Oh no,” I said. “I make mess.” I grabbed a roll of paper towels off my cart and started blotting his pants, paying extra attention to his increasingly hard cock.
He groaned a little as I rubbed the paper towels over his length.
Not bad at all.
I didn’t know how big he’d be at full mast, but I could feel that he was already over eight inches.
“Pants too wet,” I said. “Must remove.” I unzipped them and yanked them down, being sure to take his boxers with them.
His huge cock sprung up and nearly hit me in the face.
