21 year old Brad Burns worked at a cooperation lab known as Burbank Enterprises in Arizona as a security guard for the past couple of months now. His job was pretty easy and never had much trouble besides a few teens from here and there trying to pull a prank or the occasional protesters.

Brad had the night shift along with Brock Ford, a fellow security guard in his late-twenties and a good friend of Brad for several years now as they had been neighbors in their suburb neighborhood and also due to the fact that they both were misfits and considered "losers". Brock's dad owned the corporation and that's how he was able to hook Brad up with the job.

Mostly everything in the company was computer controlled so all Brad and Brock had to do was sit at the desk watching the security cameras and the walkthrough a couple of times throughout the night which they usually took turns on.

"I'm telling you Brad, no one's getting past me. My senses are undefeated," Brock said to his friend between sips of his coffee, interrupting Brad's thoughts.

"If anyone actually tried to pull off a heist here, you'd be the first one taken hostage," Brad replied, joking.

"We'll see about that," Brock replied with a laugh.

Their conversation was interrupted by the beeping sound on the doors to the secure area of the building. Brad glanced up at the security monitor to his left and saw a young, blonde woman around the same age as Brock in a white lab coat waiting patiently outside. Under the open front of the lab coat, the blonde was wearing a red blouse and a navy blue business skirt.

The security camera coincidentally was positioned enough to give Brad and Brock a great view of the woman. She was attractive and a glimpse down the neckline of her blouse, revealing a hint of delightful cleavage contained within.

"Please identify yourself at the scanner Dr. Lake. Protocol," Brad spoke into the intercom.

The attractive blonde nodded and leaned forward to swipe her ID card in the scanner, the motion giving Brad and Brock a way better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts. Her cleavge going against her buttoned up blouse.

"Damn," mumbled Brad in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Gemma just keeps getting hotter and hotter everytime I see her. Just when you think it's impossible for her to get any hotter."

"I second that," murmured Brock in agreement, not breaking his attention from Gemma's ample cleavage.

Another beeping noise as Dr. Gemma Lake's ID card was verified and the locks on the secure doors unlock.

"Hello, boys," Gemma greeted them with her usual friendliness as she entered the security center. Her red high heels clicked on the floor as she walks by the admiring gazes of the two security guards, her lab coat hiding the view of her long tanned legs and tight ass from their hungry gazes.

She went by to quickly for Brad's liking, the busty lab assistant disappearing into the laboratory area to finish some work after hours.

"Hotter than the sun," said Brock in admiration.

"Don't go lusting after my future wife," joked Brad in reply.

"One of these days you've gotta give her the special frisking. As I demonstrated on a few other hottie visitors," Brock replied with a grin, referring to the time when a sexy buxom reporter came by at Burbank and Brock had tricked her into letting him pat her down. He had even managed to cop a few good feels of her tits and plump ass without getting himself caught. Brad has been to afraid to try it out because he was afraid of getting caught. The thought of patting down Dr. Gemma Lake made his cock stir, but he knew that she was way too smart to fall for a trick like that.

After the highlight of Gemma's arrival, the night shift went on as it usually did... boring. At 11:00 pm, Brock stood up from his seat and stretched.

"I'm gonna take the first walkthrough patrol for the night," Brock announced.

Brad was just about to sit back in his chair and daydream about Gemma Lake, when the beeper sounds on the doors. No one was besides Gemma was scheduled to work after hours tonight. Who could it be? Brad thought.