Doggy Style

Meredith said, "I think he's checking you out, Trish."

Trish took a step in his direction, but stopped short when Penelope grabbed her arm.

"Wait. I have an idea."

"Is he going to get it?"

"Yeah, I think you can say that."

"OK, then I'm in. As long as he gets what's coming to him."

The girls huddled together. Penelope said, "Meredith, quick off with your bra."

Meredith wriggled her bra out from under her shirt and Penelope reached over and roughly rubbed each breast. Not only did Meredith's nipples stand straight up against her tight shirt but her two areolas stood up in stark relief.

"OK, here's the plan. We'll all casually walk over there until we're a few feet behind him. Puffy here will continue on and pretend to look at that painting on the wall. He'll naturally start staring and when that happens, Meredith, you engage him in conversation. I'll take care of the rest."

It was a plan they'd used dozens of times before; to get a look at test answers, to distract salesclerks, you name it. It never failed.

Once Meredith held the man's undivided attention Penelope leaned over and grabbed his clipboard, swapping it with the one she got from the receptionist. She looked over the forms. "Steve Smith". She memorized his credit card number and some personal details. Only the first page of about four pages was filled in and below the personal information there were only two words written in the "Fantasy Section". Doggy Style.

She left the first page as-is but hastily filled in the subsequent pages. When she was done she reached over and swapped the clipboards back.

The receptionist called out, "Mr. Smith. Are you ready?"

"Excuse me," Steve said to Meredith and picked up his clipboard and walked it over to the receptionist.

The receptionist gave Steve a stern look and held out her hand.

"Well, I'm not sure if ... What I mean is, I don't know if ..."