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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up onstage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Terry Gregson is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
IN HEAT SECRETARY — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
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.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PP-7045 in the original publications (a duplicate).