Donna Allen

In heat secretary

CHAPTER ONE

He pulled a bottle of scotch out of his desk drawer and stared at her cleavage. "Tell me about yourself, Terry," he said, pouring two shots in as many glasses and handing one to the young secretary who sat across from him.

"There's not much to tell, Mr. Young," nineteen-year-old Terry Gregson said nervously as she sipped her scotch. "I graduated from secretarial school last month and this is my first job."

The big-boobed brunette's hands shook as she placed the glass back on the desk. Mr. Young was one of her bosses and it felt strange to be sitting in his office drinking. Normally when he called her in, he wanted to dictate or have her make a phone call for him. But today was her three-week anniversary on the job and when he called her into his office he immediately pulled out the bottle.

"You're doing a very good job, Terry," he grinned, gazing at her legs.

She sipped her drink nervously as she thanked him. "I really love it here," she said breathlessly. "I really do."

"And we're all fond of you, my dear," the middle-aged man said.

Terry wasn't sure how old Mr. Young was, but he was the oldest in her department. At least thirty-five. The others were closer to her own age. Maybe that was why he made her nervous. He was so dignified and successful. And good-looking.

Now he refilled her glass and rose to his feet. He walked to the front of the desk and smiled down at her. "I'll bet a pretty girl like you has a lot of boyfriends," he said.

Terry held her breath for a moment. The way he looked at her tits made her feel strange.

He had a way of seeing through a girl. Like knowing that her panties were moist and her cunt-bush damp.