Secretary in shackles
Gina Matthews was about to open the door to the secretarial pool, but stopped short when she heard one of the girls squeal.
"I tell you, they were the most fantastic hunks I've ever seen!" the girl was saying breathlessly. "All hairy and tanned, and you should see their muscles!"
"Where?" another girl asked, more than mild interest was in her voice.
"You know where they're building that new office over on Cooper? Well, there's four or five of them. God, they're beautiful!" The girl giggled loudly. "And you know what one of them said to me? He said if I'd like to take the afternoon off, he'd tie me up and fuck me!"
"Yes!" the girl said. "I tell you…" When Gina entered the office, the girls immediately went to work, cutting off any further conversation. Although Gina pretended she hadn't overheard, it was obvious from the way the girls flushed that they knew she had.
"Please see if you can type these without any glaring mistakes," Gina said, handing a stack of papers to the girl who had spoken.
"Yes, Miss Matthews."
Gina gave the girl a curt nod. She headed for the office door marked "Mark Witherspoon, CPA".
"Gina!" Mark said, looking up from his work. "I haven't had a chance to thank you for last night!"