Even Manning isn’t taking a salary yet and we need to figure out how that’s going to work. There are taxes and stuff to worry about as well, both ...or the business and us as individuals. I suggested that we get a book keeper or one of the CPA firms to handle that stuff and Donovan agrees. There’s a lot more to running a company than just doing the interesting investigating stuff!”“Manning is our CEO, I guess, and you are what, Vice President of everything else? I know that on paper, only Manning. And Clara was a Bad Girl, not waiting for The Mystery Man to put on a condom. Now she was getting what she had aimed for the whole time. Dramatic irony. She was a Filled Slut, a Procreating Slut, a Lost-in-the-Feeling-of-Accepting-the-Cum Slut.Breathe. Breathe. Do Your Job. The two leaned against the window for what seemed like forever before The Mystery Man gingerly lifted himself off of her, and allowed her the space to move. Clara #6 became Clara #7, an embarrassed Clara, an overly shy. One night, as I was leaving Club Exotisch after work, a guy intercepted me from the shadows. By this time, I normally went home with Miriam, but tonight I had things I needed at my place, including bills that needed to be paid, so I was going home.“You little slut!” he slurred at me. “My money wasn’t good enough for you, was it?”I tried to push him away. I remembered him. He had had me a couple of weeks earlier, but tried to get rough, so I had called Bram, the bouncer, and had the guy thrown. "Your dick in her cunt. No tricks. No asking for more money."Jack thought about it."There is one condition though," the announcer said.Jack's face creased with suspicion."You fuck her out there. On the stage."Both Russell and Jack were temporarily lost for words."At this time of night we like to put on a special show," the announcer said, "with audience participation." You want me to fuck her out there, in front of everyone?" Jack said."Ah, the famous English shyness," the announcer said. "I.