The Job

It was an unseasonably warm day and I had given my secretary Velda the day off. I’m at my desk finishing up some old overdue paperwork and polishing off the last gulp of my coffee laced with grappa. Caseloads are low and I’m thinking of taking a few days off myself, maybe take out the old sailboat or just hang around some friendly bar for a while.
The more I think about it the better the idea sounds. I swallow the last dregs of my spiked coffee and am putting the bottle back into my desk drawer when I hear a knock at the door: “Yeah, come in. Doors open.” I bark out, none too friendly.
My eyes open wide as I watch her walk in and over to my desk. Veronica Lake style wavy-blond hair with a lock hanging over one of her crystal blue eyes; hips undulating under a sheer pastel blue dress and breasts moving sensually with each step she takes. I manage a grin as her spike heels take her to the front of my desk. My eyes travel up her nylon clad legs; linger at her lower belly before continuing on to her breasts and face. She is drop-dead gorgeous and has an amused smile on her ruby red lips as she begins talking: “Mister Hammer, we need your help in a very delicate matter.”