"Are you really overpaid?"

"Well, considering that I can't type and can't take dictation or shorthand and never manage to get anything filed in the right place, I guess I'm very much overpaid for a secretary – but since I spread my legs for all the executives whenever they want a bit, I'm really underpaid – unless you take into consideration the fact that I love to fuck every bit as much as they do, or more. It all depends on how you look at it."

"You're incredible – you really are!" Anna smiled.

"Liberated," she said.

A young man that neither of them knew wandered over, drink in hand. He was good looking and casually dressed. Smiling, he stared at the girl's tits, his eyes moving back and forth as if unable to decide where to settle. Jayne's tits were larger, but both sets were firm and shapely and thrusting and capped by those stiff nipples.

"Hi, girls," he said. "I'm Andy."

"I'm Anna. This is Jayne."

"I was wondering if one of you sexy girls would like to stop by my office for a little while?"

Anna looked boldly at his crotch.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Errr… fucking, actually."

Jayne was blushing, but Anna grinned.

"You have your own office, huh?"

"Certainly."

"Gee, I'd like to go with you. But I'm only a lowly secretary… I wouldn't feel right about letting an executive screw me. Of course, if you were to have me transferred to your office, with a raise in pay…"

He thought about that.

He said, "I guess I could make you my office manager," he said. "You'd be my second in command… and you'd probably get a salary equal to mine."

"Golly! That's an offer I can't refuse."

He grinned. The front of his trousers had started to bulge and the bulge was throbbing.

"Shall we retire to the office, then?" Anna took his arm. Jayne was gaping, open mouthed and shocked.