“Are you here about the job?” she says to the young man who strides confidently into her space.

He watches her fix her cufflink, until her eyes raise to meet his again, “No. I’m here to fix the copier.”

“Oh. That. Yes, it’s broken.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what happened just before it broke?” he asks, striding across the room to the far side where the copier sits.

“I was trying to copy my tits,” she says seriously.

He laughs.

In a changed tone, she says under her breath, “Stay in character!”

“Right well, I might need to see those too. There are sometimes compatibility errors, with these newer machines.

Slipping the strap off her shoulder, she pulls down the top and the edge of her bra, and flashes her breast at him, “What do you think? Can the situation be rectified?”

“Well, Ma’am, from here all looks to be perfectly in order. Now, this machine. I might need to add some updated drivers. But, before that, I need to know what drives,” he peers at her, as she approaches, “to use in this particular scenario.”

Leaning against the side of the machine, she scratches her head and squints, “Drivers you say? I admit, I don’t know what you mean. You’ll have to walk me through it,” and bends over the machine from the side, partially laying across it, looking aimlessly at buttons on the other edge.

He takes a few small steps so he is behind her, running his fingers down over her trousers, and briefly wonders if she stole them from his side of the cupboard. “You see, it’s quite a lengthy,” he drawls the word slowly as he grinds against her rump, “procedure. I need to search. In different spots.” His words jolt in short sentences to match the way he jolts against her ass. Suddenly even more desirable as she has arched her back to him.

Humming a little to his soft touch, and teasing humps, “Well, you’re the expert here. I’ll follow your instruction.”

“Right, the first step is the most interesting. Just hold on up there, I have to find the latch,” he pushes against the small of her back, before reaching around her front and undoing the trousers. They are his, he grins, opens and pulls them down over her arse. “Fuck!” he groans, as he looks down at the offering of her ass, and groans with surprise to see a new pair of spanking panties, with her fair full ass exposed and the little ribbons tied in a bow near the base of her spine.