A Job Offer

Douglas sat down in a cheap folding chair opposite of Moses's executive chair behind his ornate desk. Douglas was sure there were better guest chairs around, but it was all part of the theatricality of the moment. Moses came in, sitting down into the chair, and pulling out a bottle of scotch whiskey. He didn't offer Douglas any, as Moses put some ice into a glass and poured the whiskey over it.

"How's Shanequa and Shalonda?" Moses asked.

"I think you know as well as I do, based on the taste of her pussy last night," Douglas replied. Moses chuckled.

"Too true. It'll be time to breed her again soon, you know. She's a prime piece of meat that one. I'll cut to the quick, peckerwood. I need counsel. Not full-time counsel, you need to fund Elizabeth's alimony and Shanequa's bills after all," Moses sat back, putting his large feet onto the desk, and staring down Douglas.

"Why me? I'm a personal injury attorney, not municipality law ..." Douglas protested feebly.

"I'm sure you'll pick it up. You know secrets, peckerwood. About me, about my wife, about Shanequa. I'd just as soon prefer those secrets stay in-house. I made mistakes last time, mistakes I don't intend to repeat. My dirty secrets will stay secret this time."

"What about Shanequa?" Douglas asked.

"What about her, peckerwood? She's a stripper. That pussy is just trouble, especially in the office. No, better to keep her on the pole when she isn't at home with child. You'll work mornings. Reginald, my chief of staff, will give you all the access you need."