The 2000s movie line-up: Alex, Dylan & Natalie

Alex entered first. The sophisticated oriental entered with catlike grace. Her form-fitting leather catsuit matched her jet black hair. Privately educated and from a wealthy family, she was used to getting her way. Bosley’s eyes followed the swing of her hips with hypnotic fascination.

Alex pretended not to notice as she walked right up to his desk, swung her tightly leather clad hips up onto it and proceeded to pull down the zip of her leather jacket. Bosley’s eyes followed the zip down between the round orbs of Alex’s breasts to the point where her cleavage ended and the black vest top that she wore beneath the jacket began.

“Good morning, Bosley,” said Alex throatily. Bosley just sighed in frustration, as the dark haired seductress slid off his desk and found her seat.

Charlie sat up as Dylan entered next. In contrast to Alex, this red haired minx walked in without finesse or grace, but exuded an easy street wise confidence. Whilst the oriental was happy to tease the hapless Bosley, this street-slut was quite capable of going up to him and giving him a blow job there and then. In fact she had done so on more than occasion.

“Hey, Bosley,” Dylan called, casting off her light-flowered jacket. Then: “Hey, Alex,” she added. Hitching up her short denim skirt, she sat astride the oriental’s crossed legs, bent forward and kissed her colleague long and slow on the lips. Alex responded in kind and it was Dylan who found herself sighing first. Bosley struggled to get a better view. Whilst in his penthouse, miles away, Charles Townsend struggled with the camera remote and his engorged cock.

Finally in came Natalie, in 50s style chiffon skirt, the dizzy blonde sashayed in seemingly oblivious to the goings on in the office. Sliding into he seat, her long skirt riding up around her thighs, she proceeded to tell the lesbian twosome about her early morning shopping trip. When Alex and Dylan finished necking, Charlie spent some time letting his camera’s roll silently over Natalie’s golden California girl legs.

His team assembled, Charles Townsend pulled himself under control and let go his engorged phallus. He switched on his mic with an audible ‘click’. Bosley and the Angels were immediately attentive.

“Good morning, Angels,” said Charlie.

“Good morning, Charlie,” they brightly responded. He never got tired of that.

“I have a hot one for you,” Charlie continued, enjoying the double entenre.

“We know that, Charlie,” quipped Dylan, sluttily, “but what’s the mission?”