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From Blushes 15 (also re-printed as A Mere Plaything in Uniform Girls 53) The dark-haired one said, ‘I bet poor old Harry can hardly get a stroke of work out of you in the mornings. I bet you come into the office so bleary-eyed you can hardly see!’ He gave a raucous laugh and took a gulp of his beer. The laugh was taken up by the bald-headed one with glasses. ‘Unable to lift a finger to the typewriter, I bet! Knocked out — thoroughly shagged and thoroughly shagged out.’ Under the table his hand briefly squeezed Julie’s thigh. Mr Bellwood, who sat opposite, had to put in his bit. ‘It’s true, I know from when my secretary, Sally, got married. Apparently they would start right at it as soon as they got home after work. Right away he’d be on top of her. Poor Sally didn’t even have time to cook a meal. She could hardly stand up when she got in the office in the morning. Fantastic!’ The dark-haired one, who she thought was called ...

The classic Janus video and related promotional material from Janus 6 Just a few weeks ago, I received an invitation from the Janus editorial offices to ‘sit in’ on the making of their latest film production. I arrived on the appointed Saturday morning in Old Compton Street, London, to find the road devoid of motorial transport. In evidence however was the most luscious red-headed traffic warden I had ever seen. Further up the street I recognised the magazine editor leaning happily against a solitary taxi, the vehicle apparently immune to the traffic laws. We greeted each other, and I was then informed that the vision of supposed authority was in fact the lead artist in the latest of their cinematic endeavours. Car owners, not knowing the set-up, had scarpered before, as they thought, the fateful ticket would be appended to their windscreens. Personally I would have swallowed the six quid just to get the chance of meeting her, ...

From Janus 122 ‘At first I thought it witty when people called me a high flyer,’ said Annabel. ‘You know, air hostess swept away to exotic locations and all that. But after a while the joke began to wear a bit thin. If anyone says it to me now, I sometimes think I’ll scream!’ She softened the remark with a smile. One couldn’t really imagine this exquisitely pretty girl screaming because of something someone said. ‘Actually,’ Annabel went on, ‘being an air hostess is really far from the glamourous occupation travellers imagine it to be. Contrary to popular myth, the pilots aren’t all debonair charmers with craggy smiles and seductive voices. Some of them can be a real pain, and the majority seem to be married anyway. Oh, there is a certain attraction for a girl when you think of the sheer amount of responsibility they carry, conveying hundreds of tons of plane and people at near-stratospheric heights to a perfect landing on the...