"Thank you Victoria," replied Bernard, patting her bare buttock. He let his hand drop down from beneath her short skirt, his palm running down the back of her smooth thigh before falling away. "I'd better get my reports ready for Mr Williams."

"Of course," nodded Victoria. "Remember. If I can do anything, anything at all. Just give me a call on the intercom."

With that, Victoria left Mr Beazley's office feeling rather pleased with herself, making sure to sway her sensational ass as she walked.

***

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Victoria had an urgent page from Mr Beazley on her intercom.

"I need your help Victoria!...