Room 2D

From Blushes 10 ‘So you’re the new clerk, eh? Miss Parkins. Pussy Parkins, is it?’ The girl blushed bright red. ‘No sir, I mean yes, sir. But I’m Linda, sir. Linda Parkins, sir.’ She stood somewhat uncertainly in front of the large polished oak desk. She was 17, a pretty girl with a slender but shapely figure in demure blouse and grey skirt. This was her first job and her first morning. The Ministry of Home Affairs. It sounded important and she had already had to sign that piece of paper with  The Official Secrets Act  written on it. It was all a bit frightening. This man behind the shiny expanse of desk was going to be her boss. This man who had made that embarrassing joke, because Linda might be innocent but she knew what ‘pussy’ meant when applied to a girl. His name was Mr Grigson. ‘Come here then, Linda Pussy Parkins,’ he instructed. ‘Close the door and come round here.’ He was indicating a spot next to him. Though he w

An epic account of Sir Humphrey’s favourite pastime in the halls of Whitehall, from Blushes 39 On the top of the three or four transit envelopes that the messenger had delivered was one sealed CONFIDENTIAL with also pinned to it a red IMMEDIATE tag. She picked it up and opened it. Reading the contained note she chewed a ripe lower lip while at the same time a slight but unmistakeable flush came to her pretty cheeks. She glanced towards the door to the inner office which bore a polished brass plate stating: Mr VJM Browne. Private. Long lashes fluttered nervously upon the big violet-blue eyes as she went to the door. High heels made only a muffled sound on the grey carpet while above them full, firm haunches surged strongly in the tight black skirt. A discreet knock and she entered. Vincent Browne, Under Secretary of State, looked up, his eyes taking in the familiar but always attractive sight of his Personal Secretary. He watched