He came back introducing himself again, "Kleavin BonFontain. Its French Celtic, there aren't many of us left - french Celts I mean." He looked at the red head a bit more critically. The thoughts of her on her knees, pushing back against his fingers while he licked her back door still dangled temptingly in his mind's eye. For some reason he thought she would enjoy this form of sexual torture. He added to this fantasy though, since now the brunette was on her knees serviceing the very cock the red head, Leah she introduced herself and he put the name with her in his head on purpose, was begging for.<br/><br/>He stepped right up to her, invading her space and getting a close as he could without touching her. So far most of her attention had been on the brunette, he meant to change that. "A copy machine in the back, huh? I'll bet it is in a tiny little room, barely enough space for three people without...<em>touching</em>." Then he got right at her ear and whispered something, "Don't rush it, she'll bolt. Be patient and we might both get<em>everything</em>we want. I think we are on the same page, just don't corner her, she is a shy one despite her bralessness. Its a plea for attention, but once she has it she has no idea what to do with it. You on the other hand I bet know exactly what to with it."<br/><br/>He smiles pleasantly as he leans back again, conversing where they can both hear him. "Alright then, I'll buy it, tell you what I need copied. I'll wait for you to make the copies and then I'll give it to you..." He looked squarely at the brunette, looking into her, past her dress and her body into ther eyes and further. Looking for her reaction. Looking for some hint that she understood the trap she was in and that she wasn't going to run from it. The way he said "you" was indicative of someone asking for the other's name...