Jack and Debra work for VR Gameplans, a company that makes virtual reality sex games. While Jack works on perfecting the virtual sex kitten, 'Dorabella', Debra has something new to show him. Something that will test his resistance to her all-too-real charms to the limit . . .

Soon Dorabella's pouting face was on the screen. He made her wink, turn her pink lips into a plump kiss, take a few sashaying steps. In a few seconds he'd transformed her image into a screen-saver. In future, whenever he wasn't using the keyboard four Dorabellas would appear - one at each corner - winking, kissing and pouting their way across the screen in an infinite loop.

As Jack worked away at his programming he was still puzzling over Debra's invitation to view her own efforts. Just what was that bitch playing at? For one horrible moment he wondered if she could have stolen his 'Round the World in Eighty Lays' idea, but he knew he hadn't spoken of that to anyone. And they hadn't yet invented a mind-reading machine, had they?

Well, there was only one way to find out what she was up to. Promptly at eleven, Jack went to the rest room for a coffee, then presented himself at Debra's studio. It was bigger than his, much to his chagrin. She had been taken onto the staff before him, and Alistair had given her the pick of the two rooms. Now she opened the door to him as if he were entering her boudoir, for purposes far removed from the mundane job of computer programming.

'Welcome to my humble abode, Jack,' she grinned, rubbing it in. He noticed that she'd feminised the place, with superfluous potted plants and a holographic image of some kid on the wall. Probably her own love-child. Jack knew nothing about Debra's private life, and he intended to keep it that way.

She leaned back against her desk with that infuriating grin on lips that were a few shades paler now - after coffee? - and Jack could see her nipples clearly outlined beneath the stretched fabric of her blouse. Was that the idea? Well, if the silly cow thought she was staging a seduction scene she had another think coming!

'I expect you're wondering why I called you in here,' she smiled.

'Some new program?'

'Yes. Shall we?'

She handed him a headset and some wired gauntlets. Reluctantly he took them and saw her pick up another set for herself. 'We're both going to view at once?'

'That's the idea.' Her blue eyes were sparkling with an excitement that Jack recognised as sexual. The bitch was on heat, damn it! The feeling that he was somehow going to be taken advantage of grew as he covered his eyes with the visor and strapped on the belt with its sensor-laden crotch pouch. He reminded himself that it was all an illusion and if, at any time, he grew uneasy he had only to disengage his senses from the Feelietron.

'Ready?' Debra's voice came, cool and slightly amused, in his ear. He nodded. At once a familiar scenario appeared. It was the rest room that he had visited only minutes ago. There was the drinks dispenser, the wall-hung screen, the easy chairs. And there - Oh God! - lying seductively in the hammock was Debra herself!

'Hell, what are you doing in your own scenario, Debra?' he mumbled. It was a very good likeness. She was wearing the same get-up that she'd worn at the office party: an off-the-shoulder black dress with a diamond clip accentuating her cleavage. She even smelt of the same damn perfume, Amerige. Remembering her attempt at de-bagging him, Jack felt a hot flush of embarrassment in the area of his groin. At least, that was how it started out.

But as she leaned forward out of the hammock, her small tits nearly falling out of her neckline, Jack realised that the heat in his groin was by now purely erotic. He could feel his tool thrusting uselessly against the soft plastic sac.

'I think you and I have some unfinished business don't we, Jack?' she cooed. 'Remember that Christmas party? I can understand you being embarrassed in front of all the other staff, but now you and I are entirely alone, so there's nothing to worry about. Just come here, and let me untie that necktie of yours. It's so hot in here, don't you find?'

Jack felt paralysed. He knew he ought to get the hell out of there, but it was all too fascinating. To see a scene from his life replayed - well, almost - before his very eyes. To be able to take up in fantasy from where he'd left off in reality... that was truly fantastic!

He felt himself being drawn towards the hammock. Debra reached up and the soft touch of her fingers on his neck sent warm signals down his spine. There was a loosening sensation in his clothes, her eyes came close to his and soon his lips were feeling the gentle pressure of hers. They tasted of vanilla.

'Come on,' he heard her murmur. 'Help me out of this dress.'

He fumbled with the zip but the garment slid easily down over her hips, falling in a heap on the floor. The virtual Debra wore a strapless bra of black lace and matching panties, just a triangle of lace over the dark fur within. She took a few steps back from him and, with knowing eyes, unclasped her bra to reveal small, pointy breasts with disproportionately large red nipples that Jack wanted to take in his mouth at once. He moved towards her, but she shook her head.

'No, Jack, I've been a bad girl, remember? I embarrassed you in front of your colleagues at the party. And I've never been properly punished for it, have I?'

The blood was pounding in Jack's brain as she casually bent over the arm of a nearby chair, smiling up at him all the while. 'Go on, Jack, give me the thrashing I deserve. I know you want to.'

Again the thought crossed his mind that somehow they'd made a technological breakthrough and could read his thoughts. But the sight of Debra's naked behind, with just a black thong around her hips and down her crack, was irresistible. Her bum had been honed to perfection in the gym. It was round and firm and pink, and his palm itched to make contact with that plump smoothness.

'Come on, what are you waiting for?' she urged him, impatiently.

Jack realised that whatever the real Debra might or might not be into, the Virtual Debra was dying for it.