The admin manager of the small freight-forwarding company in Sydney, Brian Holmes, told his six staff he needed someone to check invoices with him in the morning.
That meant working Saturday when Monday to Friday workers would normally plan to sleep, or take kids to sport or go to the mall or the beach or perhaps do some gardening or paint the fence.
Five of the six workers stared blankly at Brian, hoping some mug would volunteer.
Thirty-year-old Genita Browne had nothing planned. Her marriage was scraping the bottom of another low and her parents were away so another boring Saturday loomed for her, with her grumpy husband adding to his bad temper by going to golf to play miserably.
"I'll do it."
Everyone including the manager looked at her and smiled.
That evening Genita said to David she'd be working at the office until after midday.
"Who'll get my lunch?"
"You will."
He sighed and said he might eat at the golf club.
Genita went to work for the 9:00 start next morning with the intention of flirting with Brian, who was pushing fifty. She wore her 'Sure Hit' perfume, a short dress and a front fastening bra that emphasized cleavage.
Brian glanced at her and said hi and immediately looked back again, fixing on her cleavage.
She smiled and he smiled. She said softly, "Like what you see?"
"What?"
"I asked had you liked looking at my boobs."
"Oh."
She signed thinking he wasn't really interested. Either that or he suspected the breasts become so heavy over the years they now drooped unattractively. Ah, perhaps she'd lost her appeal to men, including her husband?
"Brian?"
"Yes," he said, shuffling paper.
"Do you engage in sex outside of marriage?"
Invoices dropped from his grip.
"Jesus."
"No, invoices," she said but that quip was lost on him.
"Brian have you gone after rookie outside of home?"
He frowned and said they should get started.
She cupped both breasts and said with as much sweet innocence as she could muster, "Get started?"
His eyes appeared to be bulging. He attempted to say something, but no sound emitted. Finally he choked, "Jesus Genita, back off."
"I take it at your age you are still interested in sex?"
He swallowed and said, "If I answer will that be the end to this disturbing provocation?"
She nodded and he said, "Yes I remain interested in sex."
Genita decided to go for broke, "What with me?"
Appearing mesmerized by her sultry gaze he said yes.
"Oh shit, no I meant no."
"Too late Brian. Your first answer stands."
"God Genita, please don't breath a word to anyone about this incident."
"We haven't done it yet."
"I mean the verbal exchange."
"I've forgotten we had been talking. Being blonde has its advantages."
He looked relieved.
"What color are my panties?" she asked, holding her dress hem hip-high.
"Pink."
"Can you see a damp spot?"
"Yes a really large one."
"Come around your desk Brian and touch my pussy."
Brian hurried around the desk and went off, saying he was taking a toilet break.
Genita checked her watch thinking if he took longer than three minutes he would have been masturbating.
He returned after two and a half minutes to find her sorting invoices.
Brian stood behind her making her nervous.
"I've thought about what you said. Where do you want me to touch you?"
Genita hitched up her dress, parted her knees and pulled aside her panties.