Do you people do any work here, or do you just fuck Jess all day long?

"How do you see what your working on if Jess is bouncing up and down in your lap all day long?" You smirk, causing Jess to smack playfully at your ass as you lean across her boss's desk, giving him a nice long look down your top. You make certain the hand shake shakes all the important pieces for him, too.

"In all seriousness, I'm glad you two came in," He says, picking up a file from his desk, "You know we have the Mifflin contract placement today, right?" He hands the folder across to Jess.

"Who?" She takes it, staring blankly inside, then setting the papers on his desk.

"Do you even read your work email?" He shakes his head at her, grinning.

"I have a work email? Fer really?" She looks honestly surprised. He just frowns at her.

"Well, whenever I'm placing a sale, I like to have your friend here do the little things," He motions to Jess as he talks to you, "Make copies, coffee, move papers around on my desk, bring me messages and stuff. Anything that might require lots of bending over, if you know what I mean!" He grins, "Puts people in a less perceptive frame of mind."

"That sounds... illegal." You frown.

"Meh, it's a gray area." He shrugs. "I'll pay you same as her if you join in the fun?"

"Ten percent of commission." Jess adds.

"Which is about a grand today, like I told you in that email." He says.

"I think you're wrong, I don't have a work email. I don't even have a computer here!" She throws her hands up.

"Yes. You do. At you desk. In your office." He frowns, "Are you being serious right now? Where do you work all day when you're not with me?"

"I usually don't come in unless I'm with you." She shrugs.

His phone rings and he taps a button. A woman says someone is here to see him. "Great, I'll send Jess out." He taps the phone and looks at you. "You in?"