There's a knock at the door

I was broken from my revery a few minutes later, when the door went at the hotel and another girl appeared. “Mister Jones”, she said in a clipped Germanic accent.

“Yes, come in, and you are?”

“Susan, Susan Smith from Birmingham” she replied. I could almost pick out her village in Bavaria from her accent. "Susan" wore a tight fitting satin black skirt and a shiny striped blouse. her blonde hair was sleeked back in a ponytail. She looked every inch the hot but efficient war-secretary

“Very nice to meet you Susan. Please take a seat. I will just be a moment. I could see her eyes dart around the bedroom trying to take in everything that was possibly of use. I continued scribbling on a piece of paper marked Top Secret in large red letters, then signed the bottom in a squiggle and turned to look at her. She was stunning. Thank you Johan I thought, and hoped he was as happy with Emily. I strode alongside her and sat heavily down on the bed causing her to wobble and flinch.

“You are very pretty!”

“Thank you.”

“Are you from the agency?”

“Yes, I am.”

"Good, I hope you are better than the last secretary they sent. Please, could you record a letter for me just now?"

"Certainly mein, my Sir". she said, getting a little mixed up, correcting herself and flushing a little.

I let her get settled at the desk, then began.

"To Field Marshal Montgomery. today's Date. Dear Field Marshal. Brigades Alpha & Beta are in place and ready. Two weeks required for Delta. Preliminary targets are locations 12, 17 and 29. Yours, Captain Jones. 12th infantry."

She scribbled frantically.

I looked over her shoulder, down the satin blouse to the letter. Her dictation was awful, spelling mistakes everywhere. I considered spanking her, but I considered I was more in need of something of more immediate benefit to myself.

“Good. Well done. I am very tired now. Could you please help me undress?”