Think of how the two of you went todinner and then to a bar where you drank too much. You danced withhim and his hands were all over your body as he ...ressed close to youon the dance floor. He ground his cock against your pussy and pulledup the back of your short, short skirt to fondle your tight littleass and expose your black lace panties. As you sit in a booth hishands are under your skirt, and sliding a finger into your panties,trying to reach your hot pussy. And his hands are inside. “You mustn’t mind Giselle.” She laid a hand on Clarissa’s arm. “She doesn’t like meeting the public. Between ourselves she’s a bit of a diva. And I’m sure she’s jealous because you’re so pretty.” She laughed like quicksilver, eyes lighting up. It seemed weirdly magical to look on this slender naked girl all wide eyes and gently bouncing breasts. “I’m Clementine,” the performer announced, fingers lingering. “And you’re …”“Clarissa. Clarissa Beaumont.”“And your handsome partner is …?”“Call me. A heavy sigh and the return to busy fingers working away as she typed up memos and minutes of endless meetings. Life seemed to be nothing more than the start to finish of a word processing document. Not where Joyce had seen herself being at the age of twenty-eight but as she kept telling herself, “Beggars can't be choosers.”To be honest it wasn't the worst job in the world and everyone she worked with was friendly enough. Admittedly she could live without Jack from management gawking at her. ‘Leave us, Michael,’ I ordered softly. ‘Wait for me in my office, please. I believe there’s a video on female masturbation in the VCR right now. Please watch that while you wait. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I just need to work with Pamela for a few minutes.’ ‘Pam, dear, would you like to tell me what’s really bothering you?’ I asked, seating myself next to her on the couch and putting my arm around her shaking shoulders. She shook her head, continuing to sob miserably. ‘You can, of.