George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.
George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.
As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.
"Did you catch the game last night McLean?" Kevin asked his pal between bites of his chocolate coated donut, interrupting George's thoughts.
"Yeah, the Saints fucking suck," George replied, referring to the bottom of the table New City team.
"You got that right McLean," Kevin replied in agreement.
Kevin always referred to George by his surname -- McLean -- because he knew the grey haired security guard got a kick out of it. George shared the surname with John McLean, Bruce Willis's action hero character from the Die Hard movies. George knew that he was no hero, but the name made him feel like a tough guy, rather than the no hoper that he truly was.
The McLean surname had never got George laid however. If you discounted the odd hooker he'd hired from time to time, George hadn't had sex since his marriage had broken up 14 years ago. He'd never had the gift of the gab, or the looks, to attract the ladies.
Their conversation was interrupted by the buzzer sounding on the doors to the secure area of the plant. George glanced up at the CCTV monitor to his right and saw a young, blonde woman in a white lab coat waiting outside. Beneath the open front of the coat, the blonde was wearing a smart black business skirt and a crisp white blouse. The carefully positioned and elevated camera gave George and Kevin the perfect view at the woman's attractive face, and a glimpse down the neckline of her blouse, revealing a hint of the delightful cleavage contained within.
"Please identify yourself at the access scanner Dr Lane," George spoke into the intercom.
The attractive blonde nodded and leant forward to wave her access card in front of the proximity scanner, the motion giving George and Kevin an even better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts, despite her buttoned blouse.
"Holy shit," breathed George in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Sarah just gets hotter and hotter every time I see her."
"You got that right," murmured Kevin in agreement, licking his suddenly dry lips.
There was a buzzing sound as Dr Sarah Lane's access card was accepted and the magnetic locks on the secure doors unlocked.
"Hi guys," Sarah greeted them with her usual friendliness as she entered the security area. Her high heeled shoes clicked on the floor as she swept past the admiring gazes of the two guards, her lab coat hiding the best views of her long legs and firm posterior from their hungry gazes.
She was gone far too quickly for George's liking, the long legged scientist disappearing into the laboratory area to get on with her work.
"I still can't believe a brainy chick like her has such a smoking hot body," breathed Kevin in admiration, scratching at his nuts through his pants.
"Hey, that's my future wife you're lusting after," joked George in reply.
"One day you'll have to give her the old McLean frisking," Kevin replied with a wink, referring to the time when a particularly attractive courier had turned up at the power plant and George had tricked her into letting him pat her down. George had managed to cop a very nice feel of her tits and ass without getting himself slapped silly in the process. The idea of patting down Dr Sarah Lane made George's cock stir, although he knew that she was far too smart to fall for a prank like that.
After the highlight of Dr Lane's arrival, the shift continued on with the usual day to day boredom of life as a security guard. At about 5.30pm Kevin stood up from his seat in front of the CCTV monitors and stretched, letting out a loud yawn.
"I'm gonna head off for a patrol of the reactor housing and generators, it's too boring sitting here all day," Kevin announced. Station roaming patrols were a twice daily requirement of his and George's jobs; however they were rarely that diligent. Most of the day staff would have gone home by now so it was an ideal time for the patrol.
George was about to sit back in his chair and daydream about Sarah Lane's breasts, when the buzzer sounded on the secure doors.
"A visitor?" murmured George in surprise as he looked up at the CCTV monitor. Standing at the doors was a drop dead gorgeous brunette. She wore a very short tan skirt that barely came down to mid-thigh, displaying a pair of long slender legs, and a tight fitting white blouse. The front of the blouse swelled out, containing an incredible pair of breasts that seemed to dwarf even Sarah Lane's massive knockers.
George took a moment to regain his composure as he stared at the beautiful brunette in admiration. "Please identify yourself ma'am," he finally managed to stammer over the intercom.
"Bronwyn Holmes," she replied. "I'm here to meet with Dr Lane."
George frowned at the reply, Sarah had never had visitors before and at this evening hour it seemed an odd time for a visit.
"I've got an appointment," the woman added.
George leaned over and took a look at the meetings log, sure enough Sarah had pencilled in a 'B. Holmes' for this evening.
"I'll buzz you through," announced George, pressing the red access button and letting the buxom visitor through the secure access doors. He couldn't help but notice her large bust jiggle slightly as she walked through, her high heeled shoes clicking on the floor.
"Please step up to the red line there," said George, pointing to a painted red line on the floor as he got up from behind the desk and moved over to stand in front of the attractive visitor. "As part of the Station security procedures I'm going to have to check you for weapons and explosives," George explained.
The woman smiled and raised one eyebrow doubtfully, "Explosives?"
"I know it seems a little silly ma'am," agreed George," but the terrorist threat against a facility such as this is very real." The line had worked wonders with the courier and Kevin's 'McLean frisking' comments, combined with the sight of Bronwyn Holmes' ample chest had inspired old George.
"Terrorists?" Bronwyn repeated dubiously.
"That's right, this is a nuclear power plant after all."
"Very well," Bronwyn said with a sigh of agreement.
