A visit to the Finance department.

Rick nodded. He had to confess that he did feel quite relaxed after Helen's ministrations.

"Sooo," he said at last, "if I go up to the break room now, I should see your policy being acted out, huh?"

"If you go up to the break room now," replied Helen, looking at her watch, " you will see a lot of relaxed looking people going back to work."

"Is nobody tempted to keep the party going a little longer?"

"Everybody is tempted," responded Helen, "but most people are sensible enough to realise that it would harm productivity and motivated enough to either keep it for break, or find creative ways to do their jobs and find pleasure at the same time."

"Like the Finance department," smiled Patty.

"Yes," agreed Helen, also smiling, "they have taken my little policy and interpreted it quite creatively."

"Yes..." pondered Rick out loud, "I was going to ask about Finance, because that would seem to be one department where I would have thought your policy could not possibly work."

"How so?"

"Well, I'm no number cruncher, but it would seem to me to be pretty dull work. If I spent my mornings thinking about which piece of tail I was going to have at break, I would never get started. And yet the finance department out here has tripled in size over the last year."

"It has tripled in size because of our policy," responded Helen. "You are right. Because of the nature of the work, our Finance staff need far more stimulation than that offered by just the break room. Sitting in front of a spreadsheet all day, or wrestling with some complex reconciliation, does get them distracted and horny - both men and women. So they have mutually agreed a method of satisfying those needs and getting the work done. The test is in the results: They are now working more efficiently than any other department within the company - to the extent that they are now taking on finance work that other regional offices don't want to do and have had to take on new staff."

"Rumour has it," said Rick, "that head office might outsource its entire Finance division to your offices."

"I couldn't possibly comment," smiled Helen mischievously.

"Well," said Rick, "I guess I'm intrigued. Finance isn't usually my first stop, but maybe I could take a look."

"I'll take you," said Patty quickly, "That is, if its all right with you Helen," she added.

"That will be fine," responded Helen, "I wouldn't want to deprive you of a turn on the 'catwalk'".

Patty blushed and led Rick out to the elevators.

"Finance pretty much have their own floor now," she commented.

"The catwalk?" questioned Rick.

"There's a long raised walkway that runs along one edge of the entire office. People like to strut their stuff along it and be noticed. Here's our floor."

They exited into what seemed to be a cloakroom. There was a surprising amount of (mostly female) clothing hung up here.

"Just excuse me for a moment would you," said Patty. With that the tall brunette kicked off her shoes, then unzipped and slid down her slacks. When she had done so, she neatly folded them on a bench and slipped her shoes back on. The turtleneck only half covered her panties like a short short minidress. Rick looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"The guys prefer it if we wear as little as possible," smiled Patty, "and if it helps them get their job done, then why not?"

"Should I..?" began Rick.

"No, no, no," said Patty. "This is Finance. Men wear suits."

"Isn't that a little... erm, sexist?"

"Against whom?" asked Patty, obviously enjoying Rick's awkwardness. "Look, men like to see a pretty girl in her undies and women like to show off in a safe environment - provided they are respected for their work and not treated like bimbos."

"But shouldn't the men also..."

"Look," said Patty, "there are very few men who look good in their Calvin Klein's. If you want to get the women in the office hot, then groom well and power dress in a nice suit. Its basic psychology."

"Think about what the other person wants and give it to them," reasoned Rick out loud. "That way they are more likely to do the same for you."

Patty smiled. "Follow me," she said. Rick followed, pausing only to check himself in a handy mirror. Well groomed, he decided.

The room opened out onto a vast open plan office, that nevertheless seemed more like a scene from a burlesque fantasy than the most efficient Finance Office in the company. There were women dressed in considerably more risqué style than Patty - topless; stockings & garters; basques; costumes; an endless variety. There were men and women wrestling with complex spreadsheets whilst being blown off or licked out by a helpful colleague under the desk. On a large conference table in the centre of the office a couple made love whilst leafing through a stack of files that were spread out around them.

The most unusual thing was the noise level that was much louder than your average Finance office and the musky smell of sex that pervaded the atmosphere. Rick noted that the credit controllers, who had to deal with external companies, sat in glass-fronted soundproof booths, to block the sound of the veritable orgy taking place outside.

Rick did not know where to look - or rather, he had a sensual overload of choices. Patty was striding ahead. taking full advantage of the catwalk on which, Rick surmised, they were now walking. Although a turtleneck and panties now seemed rather demure for this department, Rick observed that the tall brunette was yet attracting a lot of male (and female) attention - mainly due to her long legs and fine ass, he guessed.

As Rick watched, a tall blonde in ice blue undies (including garter belt and fishnets!) came striding down from the other direction. She smiled at Patty and then the two women moved together and locked lips in a passionate embrace. Rick felt himself begin to harden again in his pants.

The girls parted and the blonde continued towards Rick. She looked him up and down with an appraising stare, pausing particularly at his crotch. Rick looked away in faint embarrassment, only to discover that the blonde was not his only admirer. He faced admiring glances from all across the office. It was flattering and yet disconcerting at the same time. Rick imagined that this must be how women feel walking past a construction site. Well groomed indeed, he thought.