I have to be honest, Meg, she began.

If I had to choose with whom from the company I would rather be stuck in an elevator with, it is you.

Thank you, Sandra. The other woman rolled her eyes and dropped to the floor.

It is not very clean, her friend protested. My ass isn't as well, Meg shrugged. You should wash your ass more often, Sandra said.

The long black hair of Meg spilled down her shoulders, and her blue eyes were glistening

with annoyance.

A pretty face with a pouty mouth.

The young woman was a force of nature, but she laughed at the quick

comeback from her older colleague. Too lazy. Might need help with that. You know a dedicated ass

washer around? You don't remember when I literally did that for you?' Sandra asked.

Meg burst out laughing and tossed her shoes to the corner of the tight box.

It was hot. She was sweaty, and her feet needed to relax a bit.

The high-heeled business shoes were killing her toes.

"'When was that?' "'The first night we spent in that hotel,

we were sent to an expo or something. You just came out of the bathroom, butt naked, and spent like

an hour with your snatch out doing your makeup. You know I'm comfortable naked. I do, and I liked it.

I like how you didn't bother to ask me if I minded. You just pranced around and didn't care.

I am older than you, but lack that kind of confidence.

You left a lasting impression on me that day.

And at one point, you called me to help you with a zit on your ass.

No way!

Meg was stunned, but there was pride on her face.

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