Alex sipped on her glass of red nonchalantly, glancing over to the rest of the team at the bar. Ray was chatting up a pretty blonde at least ten years younger than him, and Shaz and Chris were on the verge of snogging each other's faces off. Her eyes flitted over to her brooding boss. He'd only got up from 'their' table to get a refill, but was now on the receiving end of a dramatic story, spouted by Luigi. He quickly turned in her direction, his glance screaming 'get me out of here'. She winked in reply, and continued to nurse her drink, knowing her teasing would only make for a better time later on.

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When Gene finally made it back to the table, he pouted in her direction. Alex smirked and suppressed a giggle; she love his lips. God, they were so kissable. Her imagination began reeling with images: Gene pressing her up against a wall, pinning her arms above her head, slamming his lips into hers passionately, travelling down her neck, over the sensitive part of her collarbone, further and further down until…

'Bolly!'

Gene snapped his fingers in front of her face

'Earth to Bolly-Kecks!'

She dragged herself back to reality, suppressing a wanton squeak. Gene watched her face, smirking. He knew exactly what was running through her head. He was tempted to grab her then and there, giving everyone in Luigi's one hell of a show. Well, not just one show. Sargent Rock grew in agreement. Steady on, Genie-Boy. Let's bide our time.

'You finish 'aving yer moment there Bols,' he growled, 'Or do I need tear give her a clip 'round the ear?'

'No Guv, I'm back.'

Her eyes twinkled and she leaned in.

'Though I'm never adversed to the odd spot of spanking.' She whispered, trailing her fingers gently up and down his forearm.

He exhaled. Dear god, all she had to do was look at him and he was turned on.

'You, talkin' dirty with yer posh gob, gives me the right 'orn. Remind me ter give yer a good seein' to later on.' He growled.

'Yes Guv, but I've got a better idea…'

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Alex slid one foot out of her stiletto, and began to rub up and down his calf with her stockinged foot. Gene twitched at first, but then proceeded to move his chair closer to the table. Replying to his encouragement, she stretched her leg further north, edging towards his groin. Smiling wickedly, she moved her foot to his bulge, and proceeded to rub him through his trousers. Gene could not believe his eyes, or any other of his senses. Here he was, getting a foot job from a shameless Alex Drake. Suddenly, he felt dangerously close to the edge. suppressing his groans, he gently moved her foot away and pushed his chair out.

'Get in the car Bols, now.'

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