Not that Ron was afraid of losing his job over her; that was no problem, since Melville had told them all long ago that any unmarried secretary was fair game for any of the men at any time both in the office and on the mountain junkets. No, Ron was not afraid for himself. He was afraid of what might happen to the girl if she overstepped any lines Melville had drawn around her. It was the girl who could lose her job. Or perhaps worse. Melville usually had no mercy with women who displeased him or acted faithlessly, and all the blame for infidelity fell on the women themselves, never on the men. What Wolter was not certain of was whether she was here as Melville's sex toy or just as secretary. Perhaps she was both, but the truth had to be known before Ron could do anything more than just smile at her across the conference table.

Ron stopped and caught his breath. She was standing stark naked in front of the mirror looking at her gorgeous body, posing in a way that she would do only if she thought that no one was watching. Her tits! Her ass! Her legs! So perfect. And the soft, downy hair of her pussy. She was rubbing it now, just as she had last night when Diane and Cleophas were fucking downstairs by the pool.

Cherie had kneeled over the back of the love seat and fingered her pussy while the two horny exhibitionists did something Ron had never seen occur at this house before. There in plain sight they had done it and the young man could think of no reason they might breach house etiquette in that way unless Melville himself had told them it was all right. No, not all right. Unless, maybe, Melville had told them to do it for some reason. But why, unless for the entertainment of those whose windows gave onto the pool area? It had sure excited young Cherie the night before.