An hour later, Maurice is in the middle of contract negations

Maurice Briggs paces by the window of the ground floor meeting room, hands clasped behind his back, allowing the tense silence to fill the room.

After a sufficiently awkward amount of time, he finally speaks.

"I appreciate that your offer is at least more realistic than your last one, Mr. Smith." He swivels on the spot to face the middle aged white man standing by the desk. "But I still don't think you fully understand your position."

He stares the man down, shaking his head with disdain as he studies his clothes - plain blue shirt, smart enough, but didn't even bother to wear a tie. How can a man be expected to take another man seriously when he's not wearing a tie?

"Don't play the 'hard man' game with me, Briggs." The man growls. "This is more than generous. In fact, most would call it tantaumount to robbery. 75% of StarCling's profits! You're going to earn more money from that in a year than my entire family's net worth."

"With all due respect, your family isn't worth very much any more, is it. That is, after all, why you're here." Maurice replies curtly.

"I'm here because you're demanding I make my daughter your sex ****!" Snarls the man with impotent fury.

"Hardly. In fact, contractual obligations I proposed aren't even the most **** that I've signed a woman up for this week."

The man throws his arms up in exasperation. "What are you talking about, you fucking swine?! What, are you expecting that to impress me? I mean, firstly, it's an obvious fucking lie, and secondly, why the fuck would what you're doing with other stupid sluts affect what I'm prepared to agree to?"

Just then, there's a knock on the door. Exactly when he requested it, to the nearest second. Perfect timing.

"Come in!" Maurice calls loudly.

The door opens, and in shuffles a young busty woman with the most outstandingly erotic 'delivery girl' outfit he's ever seen. Not only is her tight red tube top clinging to her hefty chest and allowing her puffy nipples to poke through, but the far-too-tight brown hotpants are tightly hugging every little contour of her pussy lips, giving her the most pronounced cameltoe he's ever seen in his life.

To complete the delightful vision, she has tight black latex gloves on her hand, and two holes at the back of her baseball cap, through which her long blonde pigtails have been threaded.

She awkwardly edges her way past Jeffrey Smith and into the middle of the room, where she, just as instructed, mimes performing fellatio with her mouth and one hand, while declaring:

"Blowjob delivery service! I have a same-day delivery for a Mr. Maurice Briggs right here."