Undercover

I spied on the blonde and brunette in the breakroom. They were laughing at how an opposing lawyer showed up to court with his fly open.

"Ahem!" I said, and when they looked at me, I snapped their photo.

"What are you doing here?" asked the blonde.

"Helen has asked me to talk to you two. But what are you names again?"

"Carmen," said the brunette.

"Carrie Ann," said the blonde.

"Why are you dressed so casual?" I asked.

"On days we don't have court or meet with clients, we don't have to dress in business attire," said Carmen.

"Oh, Ok," I said, "Helen has a great job for you two. You'll love it, but do not discuss it with anyone, even her until it's over."

"Wow, what is it?" asked Carrie Ann.

"Do you know that strip club on Route 4 by exit 32 off of Hwy 30?"

"God no, why would we?" asked Carmen.

"Anyway, you need to get jobs there as dancers on the weekend. Do whatever it takes to get the jobs, and I mean anything. An important client of this firm suspects women are being **** into prostitution. Now, even though stripping will make you very, very horny, stay focused. If a man proffers you for sex, agree, but charge. Ten dollars for a blow job, twenty for straight sex, and forty or anal. Always keep condoms on you. After sex, ask if they've had sex with any other strippers and ask how much the strippers are into this. Do this for six months then let Helen know your findings."

"We can do that," said Carmen.

"Of course, and you two need to compete. Whoever gets the most tips gets to use the other for a worthless sex **** all day Sunday. That'll be fun."

The two looked at each other and smiled.