I got up, walked round my desk. I stood behind her, while she waited, bent over my desk. I put my hand down, almost touching her hip. The skirt had risen almost all the way to her coccyx. It barely covered the upper hem of her panties. “Feet apart, girl.”
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.