Twelve Second Story

I Have A Better Idea

She knew, whatever it was, it was going to be interesting. Sammy had been stuttering and sweating for the last half hour.

“I’ll give you $300 to fuck me.”

She smiled and said she had a better idea.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Why don’t you give me $400 and I don’t tell HR you just asked me that.”