Early 90s, I worked for a major international entertainment company. The London office had around 500 staff, located in the West End. They were the good times, with the economy having levelled out after the 80s slumps, and money seemed to flow quite easily. It was a business that attracted... let's call them fun-loving types. My first secretary/PA was a very good looking girl, tall and leggy, maybe around 20 years old, but still wonderfully naive. Within a month or so, I came to realise that almost everyone in my department had been there, apart from me. I was simply trying to be professional (yeah, I know...)
She moved on and the next one I did have a fling with. Short, blonde and busty (v much my type at the time), I thought we had the perfect cover. Lunches and dinners and even some hotel rooms as well as a great many cabs were all expensed, and no-one seemed too bothered. Even took her on a couple of foreign trips, all on business of course. And then I discovered I wasn't the only one availing myself of her not inconsiderable charms. But as I was married at the time, there was fuck-all I could do about it.
After that, there was a woman in the legal department. Quite buttoned-up, Roedean accent, as posh as she was clever, I discovered she liked to let her hair down on occasion. She'd get absurdly drunk - and we're talking 'face down in your dinner/knocking everything over' drunk - and then demand a sexual favour or three. She might not have been the best looking woman in the world, but her armoury was a fabulous figure, tight skirts and all too frequently a deliberate glimpse of stockings and suspenders underneath. Good enough for me. Again, I never really knew either way, but I can't believe I was the only one who showed any interest. Or that she didn't pick on when she was feeling game for a laugh.
Meanwhile, I'd got another PA. Seemed v proper on the outside, and had a long list of things she refused to do. Like making coffee. And she refused to lick and seal any envelopes (this was pre internet of course) but from the gossip I'd picked up, didn't seem to have that problem with putting various penises into her mouth. And when we all went on away day somewhere or other, I recall her getting monumentally drunk and passing out on the coach on the way back, with some oik having his hand down the front of her knickers in view of anyone who was looking.
Happy days.