By telling her of your own experiences.

You put your hand on Veronica's shoulder. She looks at you questioningly. "Don't worry too much about it," you tell her. "The chief is a creep. To be honest, it was much the same for me when I started out. But it gets better. He'll soon find some new, young and exciting girl to harass and then he'll leave you alone. That new secretary looks like she'll put out for anyone, so I'm sure he'll be off your back soon. And until then, you can always come to me for guidance or comfort. Heck, I'll even tell him you went home sick if you need to get away from him."

A little smile breaks through Veronica's sombre face and lights up your heart. "Thanks," she says, before letting another silence fall between you. Wishing desperately that you could do more for her, you pat her on the shoulder. The silence soon starts to feel awkward, but then Veronica breaks it. "So, he did the same to you?"

"Oh god, yes," you say. You are unsure wether it is a good idea to keep talking about this, but you're happy you have something to fill the silence, so you muster on.

"I remember the final mission he took me on before finishing up my training. He took me to Barbados, to look into piracy rumors. At least, that's what he told me. When we got there, it turned out he was taking me on a holiday along with his third wife, who was around five years older than me, and his daughter from his second marriage, who was around my age. He had told them he had brought me along because we were working on a pressing case that just couldn't be put on hold for a week. During our time there he had me share a room with his daughter."

"During the day, his wife and his daughter went to the pool, and we would stay behind to 'work on the case.' In actuality we would just spend the whole day in bed fucking. When he would need to take a break to recuperate, he would just have me google the names of South American **** lords. To make me feel useful, I guess. And the weird shit he would make me do! Jesus, I honestly think I have not learned so many obscure ways of pleasuring a man before or after that time. It was sort of useful in that sense, I guess. Not that that was his intent, mind you."

"I mean, one day he had me wear some of his daughter's underwear he had me steal from her bag. He made me role play as her and made me pretend that he just caught me getting out of the shower. He didn't allow me to take her clothes off during sex, and didn't want me to wash them after. He just had me put them back where I found them, all soiled and sweaty. I was terrified that she would find them all crusty and would blame me."

"The weirdest thing was that that night, I noticed the daughter had changed into that exact set of underwear for bed, even though I made sure I buried them at the bottom of her bag. She turned off the lights, and crawled into my bed instead of her own. She started kissing me, but I didn't know what to do, so I just let her. She tried to get me to eat her out. I was to afraid of what she might say to her father, so I went along with it."

"When she finished she offered to do the same for me. I declined. I mean, I wasn't attracted to her at all. I have never really had feelings for another girl until n..." You manage to catch yourself before completing that thought, but you fear you've already said to much. You turn your head towards Veronica and notice that she has gotten much closer to you. Her face is inches away from yours and she is smiling slyly.

"Until now," she asks you in a husky whisper. She slowly brings her head even closer to yours until your lips touch. After a short kiss she pulls back and looks you intently in the eye. Like a deer caught in the headlines, you don't know what to do. Seeing no resistance, however, Veronica goes in for a second peck. This time you manage to reciprocate a little by pursing your lips.

When she comes back in for a third time you're awake enough to put your hand on the back of her head and pull her close. You kiss slowly and passionately. When she finally pushes her tongue into your mouth, you put an arm around her and pull her onto your lap. She straddles you and pushes her naked body against yours, never stopping your kiss. Your bodies are wet with sweat from the heat in the sauna, and you pull her even closer against you enjoying the sensation of sleek, glistening skin against skin.

Veronica slides a hand between the two of you and grabs your breast. She slowly, meticulously massages your nipple. You cannot suppress a small moan, and she in turn has started to involuntarily move her hips, grinding them in your lap. Emboldened by this you lower your own hand and grab her butt, which makes her giggle. You knead it enthusiastically and are delighted by the fact that it's even softer than you imagined. You bring your hand even lower beneath her. She tilts her hip backwards to meet you.

For the shortest moment your fingers feel her wet folds, but than she lifts off you. "I think we'd better continue this somewhere more private," she whispers. You are confused for a second, but than you look at the three men you'd forgotten about. They quickly look away and pretend they're studying something very interesting on a tile or a wall. They have their hands in their laps, trying, but failing, to hide their erections. You and Veronica immediately start to giggle uncontrollably as you grab your robes and sprint out of the sauna.

By now it's four o'clock and you need to head over to your couples massage. As you're walking the hallways you want nothing more than to pull Veronica aside and continue where you left off. You however don't find a moment to do this naturally, and sadly you soon find yourself standing in front of the door to the massage room. Veronica gives you a look as if to say 'let's just do this so we can go back to making out.'

You sigh, and open the door.