That being said, she was still, pretty reluctant to use the central, solitary, computer workstation in the office. Her problem was, that in order to have places to show clients, she needed to generate a computer search for eligible apartments in Contempo's database . But -- as sure as the day was long – Candace knew that at least one of the men in the office would find a way to move his erection ever-so-slightly across her ass; as soon as she tiptoed to reach the elevated, computer keyboard and monitor.

I ain't even gonna turn around, she thought. I already know that the pencil-dick rubbing on my butt cheek right now is my scumbag boss, Fred. Besides – if I cry on the keypad, my makeup will drip on the computer and jam the keys. I guess there's a bright side to this though... half the bitches in this office couldn't get a man's dick hard if they applied paste over it and let it dry under a hi-speed fan!