The day was quiet and all the nitty gritty detail work was filed, finished or forgotten. Adam was was looking at the clock and thinking about more than just lunch. Lilith, his "manager" was thrusting her tightly bound chest towards the fifth appreciative customer of the morning.
"Yeah, the operation went just fine," she cooed, batting her eyes and pouting just slightly, "but I'm never satisfied now. Robert just can't keep up..."
"Who could, with the weight he carries around," grinned Steve, a ZZ top look-alike who played bass with Lilith's favorite local band. "Have you suggested an exercise program?"
"Ha, the only exercise he'll ever get is chasing the guy that falls into my web," she purred, raising one eyebrow slowly.
"I'll post warning signs," said Steve. They stared at each other for a full minute before Steve looked away with a sigh.
"It's been fun all with all you faux fuck friends, but paying clients await."
"They all say that," growled Lil, as Steve slunk out of the office with a guilty expression on his face.
Adam watched her voluptuous frame tense and relax as she stared at the closed door. Slowly, slowly he turned his chair towards her. Moving gently so that he could only hear his pounding heart, Adam crossed the three feet to the back of her chair. Before she turned back to her desk, he firmly gripped her shoulders and started to rub and warm them.
