As a security guard at Christmas, it is usually a thankless task. All those office parties and you have to remain sober, alert and at your post. However once in a while something happens that turns the job into a bonus.

So it was at Christmas 1984, I was the sole security officer at a multi tenant office block. The five floors housed nine different companies, with a communal executive dining room on the top floor where the pent house would normally be. At this time of year this dining room is usually a very busy place booked up for all the staff parties of the tenant companies.

As a rule the parties normally begin around the 17th December and go through to the 24th. This particular year the 24th was a Saturday and therefore only one party was booked for that day. This meant that the only people on the premises would be associated with that party. The catering manager surprised me around 9.30 am, when he informed me "You know you may well be here for quite some time as usually the security never get relieved until at least the 28th by this company"

"I expect so!" was my reply.

"Well to make things easier on you, here are the spare keys for the catering stores. Use whatever you want but make a list so I can knock it off my stock list when I return!" He continued. "This key is for the wine store, again go easy on it and let me know what you use" he added.

"As I do not drink, your wine store will be safe!" I informed him.

"That's as maybe, but there is more than just wines in that store, it's were the cokes and fruit juices are kept" he commented.

He told me that today's party wanted a cold buffet and it would be all laid out for them from 1.00pm. So he expected to get away around that time, the party was scheduled to start at 3.00pm and finish by 8.00pm. He informed me to ensure the place was locked and secured by 20.30 hrs.

He actually logged out around 12.30 pm and on my next patrol, I decided to check out the dining area. The long room was laid out with trays of sandwiches on trays covered with cling film with six cases of cokes stacked nearby.

I checked the storeroom, thinking about something to eat later after 9.00pm, there was just about everything you could think of in the freezer cabinets. I decided upon a nice selection of ham and cheese for later.

At 2.30 pm the party guests started to arrive, as required they signed into the building out of hours, this allowed me to check who was on site and ensure they had all left later. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred, apart from the occasional flirting between the female guests and me. One blonde woman with her two colleagues, thought she was being witty when she said "If you was only 20 years younger!" winking at me.

I responded with "You would still be cradle snatching!" smiling at her. She returned my smile. Before disappearing towards the lift, she produced a sprig of mistletoe and demanded a Christmas kiss. I think it was for show in front of her two younger colleagues, so I thought if she wants a kiss I'll give her one to remember for a long time to come.

I grabbed her and Rudolph Valentino style turned her into the clinch before giving her an open mouthed kiss. Sally responded by slipping her tongue in to my mouth and tried sword fencing with my tonsils. Her two colleagues merely clapped and cheered, whilst laughing. Breathlessly we broke our kiss and with a wink she said "Wow, I will be back later to see you later for some more".

"Not if I see you first!" I responded.

As the rest of the guest began to arrive, I finally discovered that night what PVC really stood for ... Perverts Viewing Clothes. As most of the women seemed in competition as to see who could wear the smallest PVC skirt, tightest PVC top and who could flash most of their stocking tops. As far as I could tell there seemed to be three females for every male at the party.

I was tempted around 5.00 pm to lock the main doors and take a quick peek at the party now in full swing. I decided that better part of valour was to remain where I was.

Sally did return to my front desk around 6.30 pm, she was slightly the worse for wear and appeared a little intoxicated. She brought with her two glasses of wine, offering me one of them. I pointed out that I do not drink and she simply pouted her lips at me. "I suppose you don't screw of first dates either!" she chided.

"I would not say that!" I quipped.

"Well how about another of those sexy kisses?" she asked. I took the two glasses from her and set them down on the desk, before taking her hand and leading her into the small security office behind me. I then took her in my arms and re kissed her, exactly the same way as I had early. Only this time I managed to slip my hand up to feel her generous tits. She never flinched, but did stop me from sliding my hand up her skirt though, giggling as she said "I hardly know you, kind sir."

She pulled away and wagging her index finger at me she backed out of the room, grabbed her drinks and headed off to the lift. As the lift doors opened she blew me a kiss before stepping inside and she was gone.

Nothing further happened until the guests began leaving around 7.45 pm. Several of the women were worse for the drink and needed Mini cabs to get home. Sally hung around the reception area as everyone else began to leave. Eventually she came up, kissed me on the cheek and slipped a piece of paper into my hand. After everyone had left, I finally got to read the note. It read 'Give me a call after 9.00pm tonight and we could get together' it included her mobile phone number.

By 8.30 pm, it appeared that everyone had left, so I locked the front doors and walked up the stairs to the top floor with the intention of locking the dining area and then making a sweep of the building serving as my next patrol. The Dining room was a real mess, but empty, so I locked the doors and began working my way down the stairs checking each floor as I went.