Boss defends the decreased pay and then the cleaning lady

That business on the floor was over and done with, now that at least one of the participants had been left panting as they basked in their afterglow. Another of the indulgers in this little game smiled at the mere ability of hers to be able to share this moment with someone, but the third and final lady in the room, she who had lied at the other end of that double ended dildo; was less amused than the others, her chagrin originating from the sight she saw on the office desk. That bundle of bills she had seen earlier, that which she had gone through this whole ordeal for, had somehow grown less impressive than before.

"What happened to my payment!?" Came the exasperated cry from the lady on janitorial duties. She arose from where she had lied, still without even a single strip of fabric covering her skin, and rapidly walked over to the desk where her remuneration rested. The reduced value of it didn't stop her from placing her hand firmly on the counter, right next to the stack she eyed firmly before looking back with aggressive eyes at the boss.

"Your payment? Whoever said that this stack of cash was supposed to be your payment!?" The boss said with a haughty tone while she met the gaze with an equally intense one of her own. "I guess I can let you take what's there now, but I really should remind you that accepting money in exchange for sex is an illegal act!"

The cleaning lady started to look worried at this mentioning, she was a latina and undoubtedly afraid of any legal enforcement at all. Deportation being as constant a threat as they were for her.

"You don't want to get the police involved do you?" The boss said with a suppressed laugh, laying out what she planned directly afterwards, "now, if you only follow what I said, then I'll agree to not telling the police about what you attempted here in selling your body for cash."

With a nervous jolt of a nod, the caramel colored woman agreed to listen.

"The both of us are to make a lot of money then. Get out there and entice our worker friends to slash their paychecks in exchange for your body," the boss ordered with a wide smile, still somehow managing to seem frightening even while she was getting dressed. "I'll let you keep a bit of the money which I manage to save on this scheme. In cash, under the table."

Richard heard the agreement of that deal and rapidly found one of his male coworkers. His plan to inform of what this man could do in order to give the new "working woman" a little experience. Richard could have done this himself once more, but felt like the client base really ought to expand and that his own time that evening should be spent pondering the next change.