Not Spam

A half an hour later, Greg's colleagues Yvette and Gordon popped into his office. "Did you get some strange email about the receptionist?" asked Yvette.

"Yeah," said Gregory. "I've already tried her out."

"Really, what gives?" asked Gordon.

"I offered her five dollars for her bra."

"Gutsy move in today's climate," said Yvette. "So did she do it, or is she suing for sexual harassment?"

Gregory pulled the bra from his desk drawer.

As he talked to Yvette and Gordon, he assigned the labels to each of them to emphasize their disdain for gold-diggers. "She'll do anything for a buck," said Gregory. "I probably overpaid for this by four dollars. Apparently, she was a gold-digger who was busted scamming, and now she's **** for money."

"Let's try it out!" said Yvette.

The three of them went to where Jessica was at her desk touching up her lipstick. "Hey Jessica," said Yvette. "I'll give you a buck if you eat that lipstick."

Jessica looked at her lipstick. She had paid nearly ten dollars for it, but she thought that money was gone, and here was a chance to earn a dollar. She did not relish the task, but when she saw Yvette wave the dollar bill, she swallowed hard. She twisted as much of the lipstick as she could out of the tube then bit it off. She scrunched up her face as she chewed it then swallowed it with a frown. She took the dollar from Yvette. She gave an embarrassed smile before realizing she now had lipstick all over her teeth and covering her mouth with her hand.

"Good girl!" said Yvette. The phone in her pocket buzzed. "Up, got a meeting with Mr. Sands." She turned and walked off.

Gordon turned his back to Jessica, who was now wiping lipstick from her teeth. He winked at Gregory and took a dollar out of his pocket.