The lesbian bordello mission

“Good morning Angels,” came the sound of Charlie’s smooth mature tones over the desk speaker.

“Hi Bosley,” smiled Foxy alluringly.

“Erm… er… hi Foxy… er Angels,” mumbled Bosley. She always got him like that.

“What’s the mission, Charlie?” asked Brooke, reclining in one of the office chairs, the side split in her dark dress falling away to reveal her soft creamy thighs.

“Yeah, Charlie, reveal all,” smiled Vanilla. She perched on a swivel chair in her short white dress and as she leaned back and crossed her legs, Bosley gulped as he realised that she was not wearing any panties.

Foxy sat on the edge of the desk in a short tight miniskirt and low top, fondling the desk speaker and looking like a Hollywood hooker – which is what she had been before Charlie ‘took her away from all that’.

A panel in the wall behind Bosley’s desk slid aside to reveal a large TV screen. It flickered into life to reveal a wine bar, with a logo that depicted a young tear-streaked woman bent over and being spanked by a leather-clad dominatrix. The wording below it read ‘Blushes’.

“This is Blushes,” Charlie explained. “A specialist establishment catering for the tastes of wealthy business women.”

As they watched, several confident looking women, power dressed in Dynasty-style shoulder pads and short business skirts, entered the building.

“But months after entering this club for the first time,” Charlie continued, “many of these high powered executive women have been found working there, following the unexpected collapse of their companies.”

“I have some business connections,” mused Vanilla. “I’m sure I could get us membership there.”

“Yeah, me too,” added Brooke. “In fact I think I know the madame.”

“Which leaves, ‘guess who’ to play the ho again,” sighed Foxy.