Tony was recruiting. He'd invited Mike into the office, showing him the new overalls, emblazoned with the brand new 'Naked Cleaning Company' logo. It was starting to feel like a proper business, albeit with a sordid underbelly. Tony was struggling to keep up. He needed more, er, 'cleaners'.
"And you don't actually do any cleaning?" said Mike, slightly blown away by the revelations of the last 10 minutes.
"I do a bit of cleaning," replied Tony. "Sometimes. Mostly we just get naked."
"Like in the name?"
"Yes."
"And then you...?"
"Yes."
Mike pondered the situation. His best mate... his ENGAGED best mate... was shagging his way through the town and getting paid for it.
"Wicked," he grinned. "I'm in!"
"Awesome!" squealed Tony. "Anyone else you think might be interested? There's a guy that trains on Fridays. I think I overheard him say he's been made redundant."
"Ben," said Mike. "I'll have a word."
"Cool. Keep it under the radar, eh? Can't have any of this getting back to my fiance."
Within a week Ben was on board too, willing and able to offer the 'special services' available from the Naked Cleaning Company. Young, good looking, toned and discreet. And then Gus popped his head around the door one afternoon.
"Got a moment?" he muttered.
"Of course!"
"Heard you were looking for help. I was thinking maybe I could help out with your new business," said Gus. "I'm pretty handy with a mop. Never stop cleaning this place!"
A 50+ guy with slightly greying temples wasn't exactly what they were looking for. But he was their landlord, and rarely left the building. Clearly there were few secrets they could hide from him. Tony looked at him hesitantly. Mike and Ben were sorting cleaning equipment and fiddled awkwardly in the corner.
"Take a seat," he said, and then explained exactly what the Naked Cleaning Company was all about. When he'd finished, Tony looked at Gus nervously.
"Are you still Ok with us using the office," he mumbled.