Early update this week.
I just couldn't wait to share this again DarkBia for the comments, it's what spurs me on to write even faster.

Amelda was sitting on his bed, closing all the reports before switching off his laptop.
Finally, after weeks of stressful tea breaks and sleepless nights, Amelda had finally been able to finish the damn report about the developing of the holographic based market and possible prospects considering daily use of it.
He wasn't so sure why Kaiba had delegated this important task to his secretary either, but he had finished it.
It was done.
And with Kaiba being somewhere off in the most secret part of the development department, too secret for his personal secretary mind you, though Amelda didn't give a damn about this ridiculous toys anyway, it meant that Amelda had the rest of the evening to himself.

Apart from the odd Thursday evening this would be the first kind of free time for at least two months, Amelda thought to himself while putting his laptop away. And he was going to use it for further inquiries.
Using the brat.
Oh yes he had planned on a little interrogation with Kaiba's little brother, who despite taking after his uptight brother in general, could be loosened up by a soft chuckle and a shy brush over his shoulders.
Oh, there was probably a law against what he was doing.
Fuelling the fires of a fifteen year old was a serious crime.
Amelda slid into a figure hugging dress and exchanged the opaque tights for fishnet stockings attached to a suspender.
Mind you, he thought to himself, as much as he liked women in alluring lingerie, he never would have cared to learn all about it. At least not by trying it out himself.

Though he couldn't care less for the secret project everyone at KaibaCorporation had been so hush-hush about, Dartz was taking an interest in it, as he had been told by Rafael during their last transmit.
And who to question about a secret except the man himself?

He put the second and third choice clothes back, bewilderment and fury blazing up inside of him as he looked at the sad, small heap that were the remains of his panties.
If he hadn't been occupied with this stupid report he'd have already bought some water-resistant GPS device, sewed it into one of his panties, waited for the laundry to be done and followed its exceptional way to lead him to the anonymous perverted thief.
Amelda was about to leave the room when his phone started ringing.
Of course, Amelda sighed dismissively after seeing Kaiba's name on the display and picked it up.
"Yes, sir?"

"Miss Sotha, how would you like to accompany me to a meeting with an important investor in say," the little annoying pause followed which Amelda knew was caused by Kaiba looking at his watch, "twenty minutes?"

"I don't know," Amelda answered restraining himself, shackling his fury, "Let me check today's schedule…"
At which point Amelda placed the phone on his bedside table, rolled himself into his duvet and screamed into his pillow until the rage had subsided.
Then he detangled himself from his sheets before picking up his phone again.
"Yes, I appear to be free for the whole evening."

"I'm glad to hear that, Miss Sotha."

Mokuba had anxiously been waiting in his room.
Miss Hanako had promised to play chess against him, which had been exciting enough news as to clean up his room, finish his homework and use some of his big brother's aftershave he had stolen to add a more virile scent to his room.
He had been rather disappointed when a servant came in and informed him that Miss Hanako would be forced to postpone their little tête-à-tête.
Though she had left him a note.
Mokuba opened it and read an unfamiliar proposal.
And smiled.

The negotiation had dragged on for at least four hours, during which Amelda had had four cups of tea, one cucumber sandwich, five biscuits and the rival company's secretary's hand on his thigh.
At least the pleading glance he had shot the waiter had been rewarded with a tea with a lacing of rum. Well come to think of it, it hadn't been just a lacing, more like heavy embroidery topped off with sequins and rhinestones.
Amelda looked at his own reflection in the ladies' room.
This was probably why his cheeks had a lovely colour, despite him, having been rather in a hurry after the unexpected invitation, wearing any blusher.

Amelda took a deep breath in order to compose himself and stormed out of the ladies' room where he almost bumped into Kaiba.
"Miss Sotha, could I have a word with you in private?" his employer began, guiding Amelda's steps backwards until he was pressed flat against the wall, trapped by Kaiba leaning uncomfortably close over him.
"My apologies for the inconvenience," his lips briefly contorting into his forced business smiles he continued, "I couldn't think of anywhere else to have a conversation in confidence. You know, spill some words not intended to be overheard by the nice two gentlemen."
Amelda clenched his fists using all his self-composure not to slap the face disturbingly close to his.
His heart was pounding like mad in his chest and he refrained from taking too deep breaths, otherwise the new yet still obnoxious aftershave Kaiba had switched to a few weeks back, to Amelda's relief, was probably going to knock him unconscious.
But worst of all, he felt cornered and it was only a matter of seconds until his old reflexes would kick in and he knew that this was going to result in a knocked out CEO lying on the floor.

Amelda gulped, trying to smile away his uneasiness.
What did he want?
He knew it, didn't he?
Oh God, he knew all about his little mission and this was his crooked way of telling him.

"I understand you're apprehension of the German tongue is rather good?" Kaiba ventured eventually.

Amelda was relieved.
"I speak it fluently, yes."

Kaiba, suddenly aware of the tensed body forced against the wall, took a step backwards; Amelda unclenched.
"You do not happen to know by any chance what it was the German investor had been discussing earlier with his secretary? "

Amelda reminisced about the conversation for a while in silence.
"Well, the investor thinks your company is not worth all the public attention it is receiving and is convinced our stock price will drop in the next few months by at least a third."
"Is that so?" Kaiba considered this new information for a moment. "And what about his secretary?"
"He thinks I got great legs and is pretty sure I am your mistress," Amelda added having a hard time to supress a smug smile.
"In that case," Kaiba adjusted his tie, "We better head back, before our investor gets the wrong impression of our association."

It had been strange feeling Kaiba pressed against his chest, Amelda mused later on.
Though it had made him furious, being entrapped by the body of his archenemy, it had somehow been… exciting?
Well, at least a little bit, maybe even a bit arousing…

"Knight from c4 to d6."

Amelda sighed as he removed his bishop from the field and unbuttoned his blouse.
No, this whole mixed feelings he was having for Kaiba was all caused by his lack of sleep.
Or the fact that he hadn't talked to Miruko in almost a week, which was a good sign, he had reassured himself, since it meant that the new medication was at last kicking in.

"Bishop from e2 to h5"

The pawn was removed instantly and Amelda detached one of his stockings from the suspender sling holding it in place and placed it aside.

Or the fact that he was spending too much time with his co-workers and was opposed to an unhealthy amount of oestrogen.
Or the fact that he hadn't had at least a short chat with Rafael or even Valon for over a month.
Or the fact that he was probably cracking up.

"Rook from f5 to b5."

Another pawn was mercilessly mowed down and Amelda put it aside before pushing up his skirt to detach the remaining stocking from the suspender slings and teasingly slow dispose of the suspender.

Strip chess.
Every piece one lost would be punished by a piece of garment they would have to dispose of and hand to the opponent.
And the worst part was, that Amelda had been the one to come up with this crazy idea.

"I'm on fire," Mokuba announced without giving it much thought, as he was handed the piece of lingerie.

While thinking about a way to apologise to Mokuba for standing him up, this mad idea had popped into existence. Mokuba would be delighted about the idea and it got Amelda an excuse to ask questions, since he had no interest in gaining the brat's trousers.
An unhealthy mix of chess, strip poker and truth or dare so to speak.
Of course Mokuba had been offered the gentleman version to get some possibly intimate questions answered, though after a few he had strictly stuck to the preferred uncivilised way.
But Amelda had been prepared for this, he thought while glancing at the heap of unnecessary undergarments he had lost until now.
The situation was not favourable at all.
Right now Amelda was looking at a rather disappointing battlefield.
A few more moves and the remaining pawns were bound to start a riot and proclaim their first red democratically republic.
Of course Mokuba had offered him to play black, or red as he had added, since the red queen would suit Miss Hanako so much more.
For a brief moment Amelda had considered the possibility of this chess-maniac having wet dreams about a chess piece. Possibly possessing Amelda's face, since it reminded him of his hair.
Then he considered the possibility of ceasing to traumatize himself by his vivid imagination.
He shuddered.

"Is it too cold for you?" Mokuba asked worriedly, fearing he might lose his chance to further undress the lovely secretary, "Should I turn up the heating?"

"How nice of you," Amelda cooed.

Sitting on a comfortable armchair in a lacy vaguely yellow see-through chiffon blouse, luckily still partially concealed by a beige corset and his last petticoat, Amelda was not worried at all.
As much as he hated the loss of so many clothes, the more skin he was showing the less attentive the brat became.
While Mokuba busied himself with the radiator Amelda switched a few pieces.
And as expected he was far too distracted by Amelda crossing his legs as to have noticed it.

With each move Mokuba was losing more and more interest in the board game and its outcome as his attention was magically drawn to Amelda, especially when he noted the loss of a piece by Mokuba on a small piece of paper to remind himself of the number of questions he was bound to ask later on, which to Mokuba's please he kept secured by a decorative garter until it was won by Mokuba.

"A draw, or nulle as it is called in French," Amelda announced while putting on a satin dressing gown, shielding his body from Mokuba's eyes, "what an enjoyable game."

"It was my pleasure," Mokuba replied and Amelda reached out to hit him, but grabbed his skirts and blouse.
"You can keep the undergarment," Amelda declared, Mokuba's eyes lighting up at the unexpected offer, "I'll win them back next time."

Once the board had been put aside and using Mokuba's bathroom Amelda had slid into enough clothes as to make himself feel comfortable again, he sat down on the armchair.

"My turn now…"

Rafael pushed open the doors and entered the office used as headquarter to plan their moves and carry out the painfully annoying, yet vitally important desk job part of being the privileged high ranking subordinates of Dartz.

Two.
Oh yes, Rafael became again aware as he searched the room for a place to hang his coat, unfortunately the analogy had been disturbed.
There was one Musketeer somewhere off dressed in women's clothes, trying to gain the trust of the most cold-hearted, ruthless businessman the world had ever seen, then there was the tired second Musketeer, who was forced to do the work for all three of them since the third Musketeer was busy minding his own business, which as they all knew, revolved around women, booze and his bike.

Rafael sighed as he made room for his case on the table littered with files and contracts mixed up with notes and schedules.

Valon was sitting in his chair, feet on the table chatting away on their business phone.

"Alrigh, yeah…but hey…come on…"

Rafael had been in three meetings today, hadn't had his afternoon coffee and was in no mood to hear the stupid Australian cooing with one of his girls.

"Oh, really...yeah, but…You did…Oh, mind you, what are you wearing?"

Rafael grunted heading back to the desk.

"I told you to stop using the company's phone for private calls with your 'Sheila'," Raphael remarked and sat down next to Valon who had until now been oblivious to his existence.

"Oi, that's not her name and you know it and it's not even her, it's Amelda."

Raphael snatched the phone from his hands and put him on speaker.
"Has something gone wrong? Why are you calling?"

"Everything's fine, alright," Amelda sounded tired, yet confident.

Rafael sagged back into his chair, relaxing.
"I thought this was an emergency call…"

"Yes, I know, sorry…"Amelda was a bit embarrassed, "I just wanted to let you know that I got some vitally important information out of the brat."

"Did you flash your knickers?" Valon blurted out.

Amelda was happy his colleagues were unable to see his blushing face.
A slap Valon received from Rafael was audibly defending his honour.

"I made some notes. I'll have them sent to you tomorrow night," Amelda continued.

Valon had got up and busied himself with the coffee machine, since Rafael's gestures had made it quite clear that he wanted coffee. Now.

"There was a thing or two I wanted to ask you anyway…" Rafael was flipping open his diary and skimmed through his notes, "Have you done the signatures for the deal with Industrial Illusions yet?"

"Wait what?" Amelda was skimming through some documents, "What do you mean?"

"The contracts I sent you two weeks ago, I thought the signatures took a while to look the thing."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I never got the message," Amelda admitted.

"What's he saying?" Valon had hurried back with two mugs.

"There was a cock up," Rafael explained.

"A cock up his what?"

"An error, he made a mistake," Rafael bellowed and Amelda rested his face in his palms.

"Well it is bound to happen, sooner or later, with him being dressed that way and…" Valon tried to defend himself.

"Shut up Valon, please," Amelda groaned.

"You told me Kaiba would not allow his employees any mobile phone other than their business phone," Rafael tried to change the subject.

"Yeah, I know," Amelda began, rolling into a more comfortable position and massaging some life back into his hurting feet, "It's not mine. I took it from a German investor, I have jammed the room to have a quick chat with you and as soon as I'm done talking, I'll destroy it."

"Amelda…" Rafael sighed.

"No. He had it coming. The upskirting pervert. He tried taking some shots of my panties," Amelda defended himself.

"Alright, fine," Rafael sat back enjoying the needed dose of caffeine soothing his nerves, "How is everything going with Kaiba?"

A dismissive harrumph was retorted.
"Oh, fine, yeah. I enjoy being treated like a diary and having my feet ruined by those damn high heels."

"Well, it could be worse, Kaiba could be ogling you up."

Amelda groaned unable to supress the picture forming in his mind.
Though the thought of being Kaiba's centre of attention made him tingly all over, in an unpleasant yet exciting way.
He sighed.
"He takes no notice of me. I'm sure I could walk into the office naked and he would take no notice of it…"
Why was he saying things like this?
No, why was he even thinking about Kaiba all the time.
He had thought about Kaiba while planning his revenge, well of course.
But he had thought of him in a different way.

"Perhaps if you were dressed up as a Blue-Eyes-Whit-Dragon…" Rafael suggested being aware of Amelda's distraction.
He waited a minute or so before adding, "Come on, what is the matter?"

"It is nothing, really…" Amelda stammered relieved that he could be able to cut straight to the point, yet he was still a bit embarrassed about it.

"One of the girls is having a hen's night and you know…with me being her colleague…I didn't want to anyway, but Kaiba overheard a thing. I mean, no he didn't overhear anything he pays people to go through my things and since I couldn't find part of my folders again and my shoes were in complete disarray I even left them sticky notes about where I was keeping my stuff."

That was Amelda for you, Rafael thought to himself. He would rather leave notes to a spy than have his things misplaced.

"But anyway," Amelda was sounding more and more strained, "Kaiba heard about it and encouraged me to participate. You know, snooping on his subordinates in a much more subtle way and so on…"

"That is good news," Rafael interrupted him, "I take it he trusts you."

Somehow those words had stung, though Amelda didn't give it much thought and blamed it on his deprivation of sleep.

"Dartz will be proud to hear that," Rafael continued oblivious to the nerve he had touched.

"Yes, I know," Amelda answered giving a half-hearted chuckle, "Though I've never been on a hen's night before…"

"Naturally…" as Rafael remarked.

"And…I don't suppose…" Amelda stammered, unable to say it, "Do you know how these things work?"

Valon grabbed the phone.
"I know a thing or two…"