At the reception, two women stood face to face. Their voices rose higher with every word. They fought over who would go into the boss’s office. Everyone called him the Condom CEO.

“And where do you think you are going?” asked the first woman. Her name was Felicia.

“What do you mean?” snapped the second woman. Her name was Rita.

“I mean it is not your turn. You were with him two days ago. You still want more? Step aside. Let me go in.”

“Go where?”

“Go inside your own head. Move out of my way!”

“I am sorry. I am not moving. The phone rang. I answered it. Where were you? You knew it was your turn. You knew he would call for his morning exercise.”

“You knew it was my turn. Why did you pick up the call? You could have called me.”

“Well, too bad. I am going in. That is final.”

Other workers stood around. They watched the argument. No one stepped in to stop it. Everyone knew it was Felicia’s turn. Felicia felt angry. Rita did everything to push her away.

One thousand dollars for less than one hour, that was the extra pay. Felicia did not want to lose it. How could she let Rita steal her chance?

Even without the money, Felicia wanted time with the boss. He looked like a god. Spending a few minutes alone with him made any woman happy.

The two kept arguing. The other workers stayed quiet. They had their own reasons.

“Are you moving or not?” Rita asked.

Before Felicia could answer, Rita shoved her hard. Felicia stumbled back. Rita rushed toward the stairs. She reached the veranda outside the boss’s office. A large mirror hung on the wall. Rita stopped in front of it.

She looked at her reflection. She smiled at her own beauty. She pushed her chest forward. She made sure her breasts sat high and round. Then she pulled her skirt higher. The hem rose above mid-thigh. She wanted it shorter. Next, she opened two buttons on her sky-blue T-shirt. The neckline dropped low. She took a deep breath and walked to the office door.

Down at the reception, Felicia stood still. Words would not come. She was not surprised. Rita always played dirty. Felicia turned and walked away. She promised herself she would get revenge.

Inside the office, Evidence sat behind his wide desk. The room smelled of fresh leather and strong coffee.

“What kept you so long?” he asked. His voice stayed flat and cold.

“I am sorry, sir. I was—”

“Leave us,” he said to the bodyguards.

The guards knew the rule. He never repeated himself. They marched out at once. The door clicked shut. Only Evidence and Rita remained.

His face showed no warmth. “Now, strip,” he ordered.

Rita’s heart sank. Even street workers got soft kisses first. Why did he always jump straight to orders? Stripping felt wrong. A man should pull a woman close. They should kiss. Feelings should grow. Jumping in without care—that was the worst part of being with him.

“Should I say it again?” Evidence asked. His eyes narrowed.

Rita hesitated. She hated the cold way he acted. Still, she had fought Felicia for this moment. Money could make anyone forget pride.

She started to undress.

First, she pulled the zipper on her mini skirt. The fabric slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. A thin G-string showed underneath. Next, she opened the last buttons on her T-shirt. She peeled it off and tossed it onto a chair. Then she bent low. She pretended the skirt had slipped from her fingers. She turned her back to him. She bent slowly to pick it up. Her hips swayed. She hoped to spark some fire in him.

Evidence watched without moving. What is this fool doing? Trying to seduce me? he thought.

“Hey!” he barked. “What are you playing at? Pick up that skirt and come here. Now. I have warned you, stop the games. No one seduces me. Not you. Not anyone.”

Rita straightened fast. She placed the skirt on the chair with her T-shirt. She walked toward him.

“If you plan to waste my time, go back to the reception. I will call someone else. When I say strip, what part do you not understand? Do I need to beg you to remove the rest?”

His brows pressed together in anger. Rita hurried. She slipped off her bra. She stepped out of her G-string. Her skin glowed under the office lights. Pink nipples. Smooth curves. She walked closer.

“Lie on the floor,” he said.

Rita lowered herself onto the thick carpet. Evidence stood. He removed his suit jacket. He pulled off his white T-shirt. He unbuckled his belt. That was all. He never let any woman see him fully naked. He believed none of them deserved that honor. Respect stayed in place, even during sex.

He sat back in his leather chair. His trousers stayed on. “Stand up. Come here. Suck my chest,” he ordered.

Rita rose. She stepped close. She saw his white singlet still covering him.

“Sir, your singlet is still on,” she said softly.

“Are you stupid?” he snapped. “How many times must I warn you? Never speak of it.”

Rita shut her mouth. She knew the routine. She gently lifted the edge of the singlet near his armpit. She leaned in. Her lips found his small nipple. She sucked softly. Evidence closed his eyes. A low moan escaped his throat. Pleasure rolled through him.