Heather's old job

"We can fuck when we finish our date," John said. "For now just tell me about your old job."

"Well," Heather said. "I wasn't really an accountant. More so an intern. I did coffee runs and stuff. I worked for Mona Caldwell."

John knew her. She was a notorious man hater, bitter from her three divorces.

"Take me to her office," John said. "We can destroy the reputation of her company and fuck on her desk."

"Oooh," Heather said. "How sinister and sexy! I love it!"

They began to make out across the table.

"Um, gross," a voice said. "Could you guys not do that in public?"