Hayley Marie Coppin has been out on business, and business has never looked this good. She is behind the wheel of a sleek black MINI in a sharp dark grey suit jacket and matching skirt, crisp white shirt buttoned to the collar, slim black-framed glasses, and her blonde hair pulled back into a tight, no-nonsense ponytail. She looks like she runs the company, and she looks like she knows it. The black leather interior frames her perfectly as she pulls out of the car park and the winter sun catches those tanned hold-up stocking tops peeking from beneath the skirt as it rides up over the steering wheel. The suit is immaculate. What is underneath it is something else entirely.
The journey home is the tease, every gear change revealing a little more stocking, a little more skin, the skirt creeping higher with each glance at the mirror. By the time she steps out of the car in the car park, long tanned legs and hold-up tops fully on display, the executive act has well and truly slipped into something far more exciting. Come back home with me, she says. She has a special strip tease in mind, and it will be the best meeting you have ever attended.