Susan makes plans...

“Is there a reason she’s taking her time?” Asked a man at the front desk of Little Devil’s Escorts while Lamia kept up a polite smile at the secretary’s desk. The man stood with four of his associates, his arms crossed and his foot tapping with impatience. “She wanted me here for Noon, seems pompous to be late for your OWN meeting.”

“Well… The Mistress DOES find herself pre-occupied with her staff.”

“It’s an over glorified whorehouse, what is she doing? Sampling her own goods?”

Wincing, fumbling with her fingers and looking away, Lamia didn’t know how to answer that question tactfully. Thankfully she didn’t have to when she noticed her mistress finally arrive and check her hair before greeting the group of men at the lobby, offering her hand and a smile. “Welcome Gentlemen, my name is Susan Horn; the CEO of Little Devil Escorts.” Spoke Susan in a velvety smooth voice. Her tall, athletic figure filling in the blue business suit and making the men stare too long into her exposed cleavage from her open blouse before returning their gaze to her perfect smile and blue eyes. “Sorry for being late, I had to chase some resources around before getting here.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, SO… You wanted to hire us for catering tomorrow? What makes you think we’d let the public know we’d served food in this fucking brothel?”

Returning the man’s frown with an impish smile, Susan retained her demur composure, tracing a delicate finger over the front desk playfully. “Well tomorrow’s a VERY special day and I want it to be special for someone VERY dear to me.” Susan pouted, tilting her heel just the right way to make herself look vulnerable to the man.

“Pff, RIGHT, and how much does HE pay for a night with ya?”

Flaring her nostrils, Susan eyed the man like a jungle cat, her smile never leaving her ruby lips while Lamia lowered her head knowing full well what the fool just did. “Oh, he’s a special client indeed, he’s my husband.”

At that, the five men burst out into laughter, practically doubling over to hear that bit of information. Regardless, Susan was unphased by their behaviour, maintaining her smile and composure even though they lost theirs. “A Pimp that married one of her own… Typical, fine, you want our catering, it’ll cost you triple; three thousand dollars.”

“Our agreement was a thousand over the phone.”

“Yeah well that was before I found out I was being hired by a whorehouse in the ass end of New York by a pimp celebrating another year with her boy toy. Three thousand dollars.”

“Well then… I guess we’ll have to discuss this PRIVATELY, in my office?” Purred Susan, turning to open the fogged glass doors behind her and look over her shoulder to make sure the men were looking at her smile, then down to her rear.

“Sure… Though I’m not gonna drop the fee.”

Smiling more confidently, Susan guided the man inside her office and closed the door. Lamia looked to the remaining men and gestured for them to sit at the couch and wait. Although they couldn’t see what was going on, they could certainly HEAR what was. The sounds of objects and paperwork being flown across a room followed by moaning for over 3 minutes.

“HOLY SHIT! HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS?!”

“Practice makes perfect…”

“FUCK PRACTICE, YOU’RE AN ANGEL! YOU’RE A… ARE THOSE FUCKING WINGS?!

“Left my halo at home handsome…”

“HOLY HNNNNNNNNNGH!!!!!!!!”

Dead silence made the air heavy, leaving the group confused and leaning to the side to try and peak through the thin space between the doors. By the time the doors did opened again, the man sported lip stick stains on his lips, cheek, nose and belt line above his white button shirt. His hair and clothes dishevelled as he tried to gather himself up and walk out the door with a still Smiling Susan following him out. The look on his face was less condescending and more open, a genuinely happy smile on his face as he shook the woman’s hand. “You know what Miss Horn? I was being greedy, I’m sorry for that, this is a special occasion for the two of you and you deserve to have the best night of your lives, I’m cutting the fee to five hundred dollars.”

“Why thank you, pleasure doing business.” Watching the caterers leave, Susan waved them off before plucking a tissue from Lamia’s desk and wiping the charcoal off her fingers.

“You did that thing again where you plucked out his vices didn’t you?”

Winking back at Lamia, Susan rolled the tissue in her hands and tossed it in the trash bin nearby. “What can I say, people are better to negotiate with when you snip out their worst impulses and bias.” Wiping her hands clean, Susan spun back to enter her office. “I’m going to make a few calls to prepare for tomorrow, let me know if any new gigs are to be scheduled this week.”

“Yes Mistress, by the way, do you ever wonder what damage you might be doing… Well, with that?” Lamia asked, thumbing in the direction of the elevator the men left in.

“Pff, what damage? All I do is pluck out the innate evil in men and women to make them kinder, gentler and more humane, who suffers from that?”

*

Meanwhile in hell…

“BLOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!!!!” Throwing up hard over the side of his spire, Mephisto slumped down from his perch and wiped his mouth, breathing hard and clutching his chest like he had a heart-attack.

“The FUCK is going ON up there?! I thought I sent that perverted ass-hole to make Christie Chang strong enough to end this!”

“Are you alright my liege?” Asked the court, watching their lord and master regain his footing with uneasy legs. “I’m fine… I’m fine… I’m…” His eyes suddenly bugging, the demon lord spun around and fell to his hands and feel, throwing up again over the side of his throne room.