Part Three: My Secretary, Bound To Please

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Three

Our table was getting a lot of attention from the male waitstaff this evening. They appeared to be competing with one another to be of service.

One of the servers approached and asked my Secretary if she’d like more water.  

“No thank you,” I replied for her, noticing how he shot a quick glance at her legs, covered in sheer black nylon, her skirt hik…