"I'm not really too clear on why you need to spend two days showing me the ropes," complained Lisa, as Gemma turned onto the new Ellesmere Port bypass.
The traffic was almost as crazy as it was at rush hour but Gemma's mind was on other things.
"You may have the necessary credential for the position," she said, sneaking a jealous glance at Lisa's voluptuous body. "But Bret has certain requirements and as his new PA it's very important that you're able to meet them."
"I suppose that makes sense," Lisa nodded, smoothing her skirt over her shapely legs.
They were a magnificent shade of gold and completely hairless -- probably all the way up to the top, mused Gemma enviously who had pale white skin that was notoriously hard to keep free of stubble. She gave a wry smile though, knowing that Bret would certainly enjoy ogling Lisa's luscious pins. Amongst other things.
That pleased her. Because whatever Bret wanted she was determined to provide -- whatever the cost.
Lately he had voiced the opinion that he would like someone younger in the office. Someone with greater enthusiasm. Someone a little fresher -- more vital.
So Gemma had decided to hand in her resignation and train another. Someone who could fulfil the role well. Lisa was her chosen candidate.
Bret had been most distracted when she had placed the memo on his desk. He'd been brokering a merger between two companies. But she knew not to interrupt and had merely massaged his taut muscular shoulders whilst inhaling his thoroughly masculine scent. It had sent shivers straight to her hidden places, like shafts of lightning from a storm cloud.
It pained her to think of another taking care of his needs, but if it was what he truly wanted she would just have to live with it. He was her everything after all. If Lisa was to take up the position, Gemma would make damn sure she trained her well.
They entered the underground car park and found a space near the back. The moment the engine died Gemma flipped down the mirror and carefully reapplied her make up. Delving into her handbag she withdrew a tiny bottle of expensive scent and applied a few drops to her throat and a quick splash just below her navel. Lisa stared at her curiously.
Without a word the two of them made their way to the elevator which would take them up to the south facing office block on floor twelve.
It had panoramic views of the bay and wall to wall plush carpets. The whole set up exuded comfort and sophistication.
The two women arrived swiftly and the doors opened revealing the interior of Bret's plush office.
A large yet simple desk stood before the window and Bret was slung across a chair behind that.
He was taking a phone call and was obviously engrossed. Gemma smiled broadly at Lisa and brought a forefinger up to her lips.
"Shh...," she whispered. "Never, ever interrupt his phone calls."
Her companion was busy taking in the extravagant surroundings so she only half registered what Gemma was saying. She nodded dumbly and frowned at the Banksy prints on the far wall.
Presently Bret ended the call and beamed at the two women.
"Who's this Gemma?" he said folding his hands calmly upon the desk.
"This is Lisa Topliss," replied Gemma, introducing the two with a practised smile.
"Lisa, is it? And topless too! Well hello there! What can I do for you today?" said Bret with one of his legendary grins.
Lisa's knees melted in spite of herself.
"I'm here to learn the ropes," she stammered.
Bret frowned.
"Well, I'm sure Gemma will keep you right. She always does," he said sagely.
In actual fact he had no idea what was going on but he wasn't about to admit it.
