Claire hesitated for a moment, then yanked her tee shirt off over her head and flung it angrily to the floor. If her boss wanted to look at her tits, then she could take a good, long look. Claire was already contemplating looking for a new job, as soon as this hideously inappropriate trip was over.

"Shall I refill your glass?" Gayle asked.

Claire shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm not really in the mood."

Gayle was staring at her bare breasts.

"34C?"

"What?"

"I was just guessing your bra size."

"Why would you care about my bra size, Miss Tyrell?"

"Because you have really nice tits, Claire."

"Are you a lesbian?"

The instant Claire uttered the words, she wished she could take them back.

Gayle smiled. "Yes, I'm a lesbian. Would you feel more comfortable sharing a bed with me if I was straight?"

"No offence; but I'd feel more comfortable if you and I were just not sharing a bed," Claire replied. "It's got nothing to do with your sexuality."

Gayle slipped a hand under the sheet and gently squeezed Claire's right thigh. "I understand. But think about the bigger picture, Claire. My speech tomorrow is an audition for a promotion to head of European Sales. Should I succeed, I shall need a personal assistant. A highly paid personal assistant, who will travel the world with me. That could be you, if you play your cards right."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"I wouldn't have chosen you, if I didn't see your potential," Gayle continued, gliding her fingertip gently along Claire's bare leg. "You're hard working, diligent, dedicated and superbly well organized. In short, you're too good to settle for second best. You and I could go places together, Claire."

"Provided I agree to sleep with you?"

"Would you rather sleep on the floor?"

"You know what I mean."

Gayle squeezed her thigh again. "There's no need to be so coy. I saw how you looked at me earlier, when I was naked."

"It was hard to avoid looking," Claire protested.

"You didn't try very hard. I know I might be coming on a bit strong, but I don't believe in playing games. When I see something I want, I go for it. You should do the same."

"You're right, of course."

Claire flung an arm around her boss' neck and kissed her, crushing her pink glossed lips. Gayle resisted for a couple of seconds, but only because she had been taken by surprise. Then, she leaned in and returned the kiss, with an equal passion.

Having seized the moment, Claire wasn't about to turn submissive again. She wrestled the older woman onto her back, kissing her greedily and subduing her with the full force of her unleashed desire. Her right knee moved between Gayle's legs, pushing up her short skirt. When her knee touched the lace sheathed mound of her cunt, Gayle clawed at her shoulders with both hands and moaned into her mouth.