Caught... again

It’s got to be Meg. Shit.

You turn. It’s Meg.

“Fuck me,” you groan.

She snorts. “I like that phrase,” she says.

“Fuck you.”

She reaches out and takes the camera from you, checking the photos. “Nice,” she says, deleting them all. “Claudette’s a sweetheart. What the fuck are you doing?”

“My job,” you lie.

“Bullshit.” Meg is an athletic redhead who kind of acts like a jock, but she’s not stupid. You found that out when you interviewed her. “You side hustling?”

“Always hustling,” you say with a sigh.

She stares at you.

“Gonna get me fired?” you ask.

“Gonna take naked pictures of me?”

“It wasn’t my idea. I was down here anyway to give something to Kate,” you say.

“Are you the one taking all the nudie pics coming out of FUTA?”

You don’t answer that, but she knows.

“Jesus,” she says.

“Before you ask, I will bribe you,” you tell her, feeling deflated. Man, it’s been a while since you’ve gotten busted. You got sloppy.

Meg pulls you away from the window so that Claudette doesn’t notice you, but there’s an outdoor light here so you can see each other.

“Still got your little sexy secretary outfit on,” she notes.

“Shut up.”

“Thanks for hiring me.”

“You’re welcome.”

Meg sighs and looks at the camera in her hand. She gives it back to you. “I guess since you got me this job, I won’t bust you. But taking pics like this is uncool.”

“I fucking know that,” you tell her. “I need the money.”

“Whatever. Our beer delivery didn’t come today. Annette’s house is right through the woods, just that way,” Meg says, pointing. “She has a bar inside and a bar outside with the hot tub. Steal us some fucking booze, and I’ll forget I saw you.”