

You take a deep breath and pour yourself a Scotch, from the bottle that you very rarely take out of the dusty cabinet on the wall. 'Marilyn, is it?' you ask, tipping the glass towards her. 'Yes, Sir' she nods immediately. You tell her your name and pause for a moment, unsure of how to go on...'My wife says you've been causing some trouble while I've been away.' You can't help but smirk as you hear how ridiculous that sounds as you say it. Marilyn smirks back with a glint in her eye but doesn't say anything. 'You're a little older than...' you start. 'Only a few years, Sir' she says quietly. 'I haven't meant to cause any problems with your wife. I'm sorry if I have but -' she paused and slides her thigh to the side. A parting in her skirt opens and you can see that the fishnets she's wearing have a large hole at the top of the thigh. Are they crotchless? You catch yourself staring and look away quickly. She opens her legs a little wider, eyes focused on your face.