‘Right,’ Zara said. ‘Denise says you can start your interviews with Cherry Chain tomorrow. I’ll leave the angle you take up to you, but I suggest one thing. If you want them to be forthcoming and open, don’t tell them the real reason you’re here. You may not believe it, but they aren’t looking for rescue by a crusading investigative reporter.’ ‘I’ve already talked to some of the other girls, Mistress Editor,’ Vanessa admitted. ‘I just said I was here on trial.’ Zara chuckled drily. ‘Whereas in fact it’s us who are on trial. Why did the Director ever make that bargain with you? Still, she knows people better than anybody, so I suppose it’ll work out for the best. All right, that’s all …’ She lifted her dress, exposing her knickerless crotch. It was a new rule Zara had invented to be applied whenever Vanessa entered or left her office. Vanessa dutifully shuffled forwards and kissed Zara’s moist, fragrant love-lips in their soft nest of hair. ‘Thank you, Mistress Editor …’ Back at her desk Vanessa found herself experiencing a little illicit thrill of anticipation.
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