He remained inside of her for a long time, enjoying the warmth her body afforded him. His hands rubbed her gently curved back and played with her silky hair. Valerie was still lying face downward on the couch, her whole body heaving as she struggled for breath. Gradually, she relaxed and began to breath more easily.

Mr. Eldridge removed his cock from her and liked the rush of juices, his and hers, that dribbled from her open cunt. He gently stroked her ass, until finally she turned over.

"You were fantastic," he whispered.

"So were you."

"You won't be sorry, Valerie."

"I'm not worried," she said, sitting up. It was true; his passion, now spent, had calmed and soothed her. 'Sex,' she reflected, 'was much better than a drink!'

Valerie dressed and discarded her torn panties in the waste basket that stood by the side of her boss's desk. Smoothing her flushed cheeks, she slipped out of his office and headed towards the ladies room, where she could wash her face and comb her tousled hair.

She moved quickly and didn't notice Burt's hostile gaze following her. He had noticed that she had gone into Eldridge's office and grew suspicious as the time passed and she didn't come out. Now, when he saw her stealing off, so red and guilty looking, he knew what she had been up to.

His thoughts were confirmed when he noticed Mr. Eldridge himself emerge a moment later. His tie had been hastily tied and his hair was a mess. His cheeks were very red and his eyes unusually bright.

He moved off in the direction of the men's room and left the door to his office slightly ajar. Making sure that no one was watching, Burt quickly stepped in to the office.

He glanced around and saw the large wet stain on the couch, then he looked on the floor and picked up the pad, with its odd letter.