Lucy turned to Trish, "So where does that leave us?" she said with an expectant smile.

Trish kissed her on the cheek. "We're going back to the office."

Lucy's smile faded. "What! Your office? But why? Surely you're not going to carry on working there after this."

"No of course not, but I want to make sure of a few things."

Lucy looked upset and puzzled. "I thought that it was all sorted now."

"You didn't think that I was going to leave them to carry on with their dirty little business did you?"

"But what can we do to stop them Trish?"

Trish reached into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys.

"We can start by borrowing Charlie's car. I've never driven a Rolls Royce."

The memory of their trip in the Jaguar was still fresh in Lucy's mind.

"Are you sure about this, he'll be livid when he finds out."

"I think that he'll have other things on his mind by then Luce. Come on, I'll explain on the way."

The ride was relatively smooth but that was due more to the forgiving nature of the car than to Trish's driving.

"You know what you have to do Luce?"

"Well it sounds simple enough. I just have to keep Jennings occupied while you're upstairs in Porter's office."

"That's it but make sure you keep his eyes off the monitors. I don't want him to see what I'm up to and as soon as you get the chance, hit the button marked play. That will stop the cameras from recording."

"What exactly will you be up to?"

Trish smiled secretively, "You'll know soon enough. Let's just say that we're going to light a fuse. The explosion will happen all on its own." Lucy was still shaking her head in bemusement when they pulled up outside the plate-glass entrance to Porter's office. The door was locked and there was no sign of Jennings.

"Perhaps he's gone home," said Lucy with obvious relief in her voice. Trish shuffled through the bunch of keys until she found the one that fitted.

"No, he must be here. He's probably asleep in his office or, more likely, watching videos on the security monitor. He has to stay until the security firm starts its exterior patrol and there's no sign of them yet. Charlie wouldn't trust anyone else wandering around the offices with what he's got up there."

She swung the heavy door open and they both entered, leaving the door unlocked behind them.

Lucy shuffled her feet nervously as Trish rapped loudly on Jennings' door. He took a long time to open the door but it didn't look as if he'd been asleep. He was wide awake and alert. He peered at the two girls with hostile suspicion.

"What the hell are doing here? How did you get in?"

"How do you think Jennings," said Trish coolly.

She rattled the keys under his nose.

"If you used your brain instead of your dick, you'd know that we couldn't walk through walls."

The doorman grabbed Trish's arm and pulled her into his office, away from Lucy.

When they were out of earshot, he hissed, "Don't get snotty with me. Your friend might think that you're a big shot but to me, you're just another cunt. I've fucked you once and I can do it again."

"Charlie will cut your rancid dick off and make you eat it if you touch me and you'd better not forget it," whispered Trish with a sweet smile fixed to her lips.

"He'll get bored with you eventually and then he'll let me do what I like with you."

Trish smiled sweetly at him. "In the meantime, you'll just have to carry on playing with yourself."

She opened the office door so that Lucy could hear.

"Now I really would love to stay and chat with you Jennings but Charlie's asked me to get some papers from his desk."

Jennings appeared to notice Lucy for the first time. His eyes travelled from her face to her feet and back again. His gaze came to rest on her bust and he was clearly struggling to control the expression of lust that cloaked his eyes.

"And who's this then? I can't allow strangers in here, you know the rules."

"She's my friend," said Trish with a deliberately worried look on her face. "You won't tell Charlie will you. She only came to keep me company."

"She'll have to wait in here then," he said officiously. "She can't go wandering about upstairs."

Trish looked doubtful. "Will you be all right Luce?"

"I'll be fine."

Lucy fluttered her lashes demurely at the doorman. "I'm sure Mr Jennings will take good care of me."

Trish disappeared into the lift and Jennings turned to Lucy. "You'd better wait with me in my office miss - I can't have you wandering about and getting me into trouble."

Lucy followed him meekly. She felt tense already, remembering what Trish had told her about Jennings and when she heard the door close behind them, her heart jolted nervously.

Jennings studied the security monitor for a moment and then flipped a switch so that he could follow Trish's progress along the upper corridor. Lucy moved to stand next to him. She sidled closer and pretended to show an interest in the image on the screen. Her thigh pressed lightly against his and she felt his muscles tense.

"That looks so complicated," she said shyly, "I expect you have to know all about electrics and things don't you?"

His chest puffed visibly and Lucy knew that he was hooked.

"You have to know what you're doing miss, it isn't as easy as people think."

Her thigh pressed a little harder against his leg, "Lucy - My name's Lucy."

"Lucy is it? Very nice too."

"How do you change the picture?"

."This button here, look."

He pressed the button and the scene shifted Lucy leaned closer. "Wow! That's so clever - Can I try?"

He took her hand and guided it to the right button. Lucy shivered at his touch. It hadn't been necessary for him to hold her hand - or to squeeze it as she pressed the button. The scene changed again but Jennings ignored it - his thoughts were on the delicious young girl that fate had just dropped into his hands. He turned towards Lucy and stared down at her with obvious desire in his eyes and the nervous young girl forced herself to smile back at him. He was still holding her hand but, with his back to the desk, his attention was deflected from the monitor.

She reached past him with her free hand, aware that her breasts were pressed against him, and pushed a red illuminated button marked play. "What does this pretty one do?" she said artlessly.

He had no need to answer. Lucy could see on the screen what Jennings had been watching before he'd been interrupted. She didn't have to pretend embarrassment. She blushed at the scene of a young girl fellating a much older man. She made no move to free herself of Jennings' grip but his hand tightened on hers anyway.

His arm snaked around her slim waist, "You shouldn't go pressing things without asking first. You never know what might happen."

Lucy pretended not to understand the double meaning behind his words, "I didn't mean that to happen.".....(cont)