As Planned (Almost)

"How are you enjoying it so far, Shanequa?" Douglas asked at the end of her first week.

"It's good, Dougie," Shanequa said, and Douglas frowned but for a second at the implicit slight. "I'm needing some bonus money though, you dig?"

"I do dig," Douglas said. Truth be told, she was a terrible receptionist. A stripper's demeanor didn't exactly cut it at a law firm. She was far too informal, far too forward, and it offended his innate professionalism. But she was a means to an end. "Why don't you come by my office at 5 sharp? I'll go hit the restroom right before, and you be waiting for me. And we'll get you that bonus money."

Shanequa tugged Douglas tie, pulling him into a deep, wet kiss. The stripper's thick lips and voluptuous body would drive him wild, he knew. And he had a meeting with Reena scheduled at 5:30. Just perfect.

"Sure, white boy," Shanequa said, releasing him and sauntering off. Douglas went back to his office, but failed to see the alert, narrowed eyes of Reena Patel.