Brianna Cole, a raven-haired beauty, is on security duty, her uniform hugging her curves like a second skin. She sits on the couch, her legs crossed, a wicked grin playing on her lips. She picks up a magazine, but her eyes aren't on the pages. Instead, they're on the man across the room. Slowly, she uncrosses her legs, letting him get a glimpse of her black lace panties. She bites her lip, her hand moving to her breast, gently squeezing it. She leans back, her hand disappearing between her legs, her hips moving slightly as she pleasures herself, her eyes never leaving his, daring him to watch.