Andy and his wife sat on the other side of the large, mahogany desk of Mr. Henry Simmons, the bank’s loan officer. “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Goldman,” Simmons said, “But you are three months in arrears on your mortgage payments. You leave the bank no choice but to initiate foreclosure.”
Sarah, Andy’s young and very attractive wife, had dressed very provocatively for this meeting, wearing a very short skirt, and a very low cut blouse with the top buttons undone. She and Andy had discussed their options, knowing that they were behind in their mortgage payments and also having heard rumors that Mr. Simmons was quite the lecher. They agreed that Sarah should put her considerable assets on display for Mr. Simmons.
After Simmons broke the news about the foreclosure, Sarah stood up, leaned forward towards Mr. Simmons, and shrugged her shoulders, giving the loan officer a fine view of her ample cleavage. “Mr. Simmons,” she said in a sultry voice, “I’m sure there must be some suitable way we can work this out, don’t you agree?”
Simmons looked over at Andy, who smiled and said, “Luscious, isn’t she?”
Simmons looked at Sarah, then back at Andy. “Am I to understand, Mr. Goldman, that you are offering me your wife in exchange for not foreclosing on your home?” he asked.
Sarah leaned forward even further, leaving nothing of her charms to Simmons’ imagination. She slowly moistened her lips with her tongue, seductively smiled, and whispered, “What do you think, Henry?”
Simmons cleared his throat, wiped his brow, and said, “My dear, I think we have reached an accommodation.”
At that, the door to Mr. Simmons’ office swung open and the bank president and a security guard walked in. The bank president said, “Henry, I think it’s time to start anew.” Then he turned to the security guard, pointed to Simmons, and said, “Arrest that man.”
“Wait!” Simmons said. “There’s been a huge miscommunication here. Nothing untoward happened.”
Andy stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled out the wire he was wearing. The bank president then said, “We’ll let the jury at your bank fraud case decide that after they hear the tape, Henry.”
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (arrears), Ragtag Daily Prompt (suitable), Word of the Day Challenge (luscious), Your Daily Word Prompt (anew), Weekly Prompts (communication), and The Daily Spur (jury). Photo credit: FlutterByStudios@DeviantArt.com
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