Bernie laughed uncontrollably at the email Guy sent to poor Essie. He was hinting that a sight of her pussy would make his Christmas party complete. He thought it was private but Bernie was a mistress at hacking and this was a piece of cake. Essie hadn't answered yet.

Serena pretended to throw up in her coffee at the thought of Guy Self propositioning the accountant. They huddled over the email and wondered what she'd do. Trip him up on the way to the canteen hopefully. Essie was too nice. She needed to stand up to him.

'Well there's no reason why we can't give him what he wants. In a way.'

Bernie looked up in alarm. She knew what that wicked smile meant. Serena had trouble in mind.

'Essie does have a pussy that she can scan and send. Come on Cleo.'

The cat came readily.

Bernie had forgotten about the office cat. Essie had technically adopted the tabby but all of the office liked having her around. Serena picked up the placid feline and carefully dumped her on the scanner. Cleo stretched out and basked in the warmth enveloping her belly as Serena quickly operated the scanner.

'I don't think Guy had this kind of pussy in mind when he wanted to look at Essie's' Bernie pointed out with a grin.

'Well it's time he learned what the phrase be careful what you wish for really means.'

She held up a printout.

'Pussy print complete. Let's email it to him.'

They hooted with laughter over the fake email for the rest of the day. Cleo remained unconcerned until removed. Nobody was any the wiser.