The card in the window just said, “PA wanted. Apply within. 10am Fri.” The white, Victorian facade of the building gave no hint of the business contained.

Alice was intrigued, and so bored and frustrated with her current office role, that she told her boss she had an appointment that day, and would be late.

It was nice to have something to make an effort for, she reflected, smoothing new, sheer, gloss tights up her thighs; drying her mid-length blonde hair to a shine; perfecting her eye-make-up - smoky but subtle, just highlighting their deep blue. Her grey skirt was maybe a touch too short, too flirty, but that had never hurt her chances before. Her heels were just about manageable for walking the few streets necessary, and the white shirt was both fitted and professional - she hoped.

The skies were grey and heavy, although the day was warm, so she grabbed an umbrella on her way out - just enough room inside her bag, which already contained her (fairly sparse) CV, purse, and phone.

Traffic was heavier than usual and the clouds’ promise of rain was fulfilled within a moment of her leaving the house. Umbrella up, she dodged the rapidly-forming puddles successfully, until the building was in sight ahead of her… when a taxi flew past her, its tire spinning through the waterlogged gulley - drenching her from the ground up.

Groaning and cursing in disgust, she put down the umbrella - no point now - and made the rest of her way to the front of the building. The sign in the window was now gone, the black gloss front door stark against the white frontage. The brass lion’s-head knocker was cold and smooth against her damp fingers as she let it fall three times.

The door was opened by a petite Oriental lady in a white tunic, who politely did not comment on Alice’s appearance, but nodded while she explained she’d seen the card in the window.

“No problem, Miss. Follow me, please, and I will help you.”

Alice’s heels echoed on the black and white tiles of the large, white-paneled entrance hall, which was dominated by a wide staircase with a dark cherrywood balustrade. A strip of deep scarlet carpet, held in place with brass rods, traced a path up the middle of the wooden steps.

Expecting to be ushered into a waiting room, Alice was surprised to see what appeared to be a luxury personal spa behind the door at the top of the stairs.

“I don’t think this is right…” she started, but the small lady was nodding and smiling.

“No, Sir wants you to be relaxed for the next part of the interview process. Please, enjoy! The whirlpool bath is run and towels are ready for you. When you are ready, please lie on the massage table and ring the bell. There should be everything you need.”

The sunken bath was steamy, fragrant and inviting, and although Alice felt that she should argue more, her drenched state made it all the more tempting. As the white-coated lady closed the door behind her, Alice took in her surroundings. Flickering candles, scented steam and white linen were the overriding impressions.

On the marble counter next to the bath was a single piece of white paper. Alice lifted it, noticing that it was thick and textured. In black, stark font, was what appeared to be a brief itinerary for the day.

“1. Follow instructions.

2. One-to-one.

3. Performance.”

Maybe this was part of the following instructions segment, she mused, as she began unbuttoning the white shirt - now virtually transparent - and peeling it away from her damp skin. Her nipples were hard from the chill, pressing through the cream lace of her bra as she reached behind to unhook it.

She eased her skirt back down over her hips, and shimmied out of the wet, clinging tights - down over her thighs…knees…calves…before stepping out of them and leaving them puddled on the floor.

Her cream lace thong was the last thing to remove, and she smiled as she let it dangle from one foot for a minute, before letting it drop, and walking over to the bubbly pool of bliss that awaited her.

Sinking down into the hot foam caused a shiver of pure pleasure to envelop her entire body in goosebumps. She let herself continue to move down through the water until the bubbles covered her breasts, then pressed the button to activate the jets, sending hot streams flowing around her, stimulating pressure points on her smooth skin.

A moan of pure pleasure escaped her, and she shifted so that one particular jet was pulsing just where she needed it. Opening her thighs, she slid her right hand down to part her labia, so the water could throb against her sensitive clit. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, and gave into the sensations, rocking her hips slightly to send the stream in different directions over her swollen bud. Her labia spread wide, she manipulated the angle of her clitoris for maximum stimulation, rocking in tiny circles and back and forth as she needed to. Thousands of tiny tongues, licking and lapping, stroking her up to ultimate bliss.

Sighing softly, she moved her other hand between her legs, and backwards until she reached her slit, knowing the wetness there was not just from the bath. She sank two fingers in slowly, enjoying the slow stretch and give of her hot passage, feeling every millimetre respond to the sensation. Slipping them in and out sensually, she let the pleasure consume her, until she felt the tension build within.

Groaning, she thrust her clit right onto the jet-stream and curled her fingers up inside her, harder and faster, pressuring and stroking her G-spot rapidly…until, in a haze of clenching and shaking and heat and steam, she exploded with pleasure, seeing whorls of colour and stars on the backs of her closed eyelids.

She came down gradually, blinking and smiling to herself, in the realisation of what she had just dared to do. There was a natural sponge on the side of the bath, and pouring some luxuriously-fragranced gel onto it from the bottle next to it, she began soaping her breasts and upper body, enjoying the contrast of slight roughness of sponge and smooth slickness of soap. Teasing and pulling her nipples into hardness, despite the steamy atmosphere, sent more shockwaves of pleasure into her core. As she stroked the sponge lower, she paid particular attention to her labia, revelling in the afterglow of her orgasm.

The shampoo and conditioner released a relaxing, herbal scent as she massaged it into her scalp, and, now feeling refreshed, she stood up and let the water and foam cascade down her body.

The towels were plentiful, huge, thick and soft, so she dried herself sensuously, then wrapped one around her body and another around her hair, wondering what the next part of the interview might hold…