Hi, folks. I know a lot of you good people here at Frankston Pipe Supplies were rather surprised when Ms Kent was promoted to the position of office manager after being with us for only a few months. Of course Ms Kent -- Phillipa to her friends, if such there be -- brought some quite unique talents to her work here. Her uncanny timing in entering the stock room two minutes after a certain senior male co-worker was an early source of comment, especially in view of the extended periods which usually elapsed before the parties finally emerged, both of them usually looking pretty disheveled.

In fact, the malicious gossip mongers that you find around any company water cooler have been whispering for some time that Phillipa's position here at Frankston was due far more to Viagra input amongst some of our older male colleagues than to her own data output. So I suppose it's only natural that these same unkind people have been dropping hints that, despite her generous donations at the office, there must have been some even more diligent extra curricular activities on Phillipa's part to secure her speedy progress up the company ziggurat.

Of course this was all pure -- or rather impure -- speculation until a CD fell off a truck passing by the offices. It happened, purely by chance, to have been picked up by a Frankston employee. Imagine that person's astonishment when a series of photographs apparently taken quite recently at Mr Frankston's hobby ranch were found on the disk. Photos which reveal how skillfully Phillipa has been promoting her human resource assets at the top executive level.

In the interests of company morale some of the most interesting images from the CD are hereby made available to the workers of the Frankston Pipe Supply Company. They show that Phillipa Kent has been spending some quality time out at Mr Frankston's ranch and more than pulling her weight in the great outdoors. It has obviously been a corporate personnel development program which Ms Kent has found to be very successful in terms of achieving upper echelon influence.

Here we see Phillipa setting out bright and early, ready to pitch right into any little chore that the boss might find for her to do.

Of course we don't know whom it was who took the pictures but perhaps it was the same person who advised her that there was no point in putting on clothes which she'd only have to take off later.

Anyway, I'm sure we all applaud that decision. Phillipa has the kind of taste in clothing that makes her look less like a hooker when she's naked than she does when she's dressed.

In contrast to Phillipa's obviously bright and cheery mood, Mr Frankston himself seems to be having some trouble in gearing up for a hard day of training yet another company rookie, even one as keen and enthusiastic as Ms Kent is. Still, that's one of the problems with being a boss which we lower level workers often fail to appreciate -- it's so rare that a CEO gets a chance to relax and recuperate. And between ourselves, we're wondering if Mr Frankston quite realized how frisky a female Phillipa is until he'd actually gotten her into the saddling up yard.

Anyway, Phillipa is getting ready to put her best foot forward and the boss has decided to follow her policy of removing barriers between management and workers by taking off the rest of his clothes as well.

Except for his black hat, of course. There always has to be some distinction to show where corporate authority lies. And Phillipa is certainly displaying an impressive grasp of the dynamics of the situation. Which is basically, 'Hey, I'm naked and you've got money. There should be some business potential going down here'.

Oh dear, it looks as if Ms Kent is starting her career on the ranch in the same place as she started at with the company -- in the typists' pool. Never mind, she's already proved she knows plenty of cute tricks to go with that cute face which will surely bring her to the boss's attention.

As for Mr Frankston he seems to be showing Phillipa his desire to upsize a core asset and is probably eager to see if she can grasp the opportunity and be proactively supportive in the task. And, knowing Phillipa as we do, it'll be surprising if she doesn't soon make a full takeover bid for whatever she can get her hands on.

Yes, guys and gals, here it is, a corral with two horses' assholes making fools of themselves inside it.

Of course if Phillipa gets in any deeper she may start sloshing some of that water over the top of the tub but this little lady has already gotten herself a hard won reputation at Frankston Supplies for going over the top whenever she can. I think we can be sure that the boss will find Phillipa knows exactly what's expected of her. We are talking here of an employee with a deeply felt personal mission statement: 'If it moves, screw it; if it doesn't, steal it.'

So, all in all, it kinda looks like Ms Kent is home on the range and not likely to hear a discouraging word. Not as long as she keeps on proving herself a very flexible worker -- flexible! This girl would bend over backwards for her boss. Although I think she prefers to bend forward for him.

Well, look'ee here, if it isn't Ms Kent herself, displaying to all of us her favorite negotiating position. Mouth and legs wide open for any offer that happens to come along. After all her cavorting in the company stockroom it must be a real pleasure to be out in the wide open spaces and have enough room to really stretch herself. We're talking wet, wild, willing and ready to whore with whoever it takes. Yes, Phillipa is right where she belongs. As long as she's left inside that pen.

END OF PART ONE

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