Show A Little Less (Brig)

This little worker bee’s job was never done. That’s the way that Dominique liked it. The crowd and music as nothing more than faded thumping. The office he was working in provided much protection and only failed in terms of the bass making his walls shake. Sharp eyes glared up as the clock on the wall trembled during a particular loud beat. He would have to talk to his partner about the volume of the music. Dominique wasn’t bothered while he worked. The background noise did little to distract him from the accounts that he had to go through. While his flirtatious and flighty partner ran the front of the house while Dom did the “boring” things, things that no one else wanted to touch. Dom had to be the responsible one. Who else was going to do it?



He heard a knock on his door which was not too unusual occurrence. However, he still allowed an annoyed huff to leave his mouth before getting up from his chair. He opened the door and was instantly met with loud whining from one of the girls. This particular young lady was red with a rage, enough so that the blush had spread from her face to her bare chest. ‘For God’s sake,’ he thought to himself as he shielded his eyes from her breasts.



“Brig this and Brig that” “She takes all the good clients” “You need to do something” “Make her take a break” “She stole my regular” Blah,blah, blah. Uncultured complaining from a silly, shallow woman, that’s what was forcing him out of work.



“I’ll take care of it. Tell Brig to come see me,” He ordered his employee, keeping his eyes away from her naked torso. “Just put back on your top. Leave ‘something’ to the imagination. That’s how you get them in bed.” He shooed her away with a wave of his hand. He resisted the temptation to watch her leave and retreated into his office. “Does no one appreciate class anymore?”
 His partner said he was old fashioned. Tch, as though it was an insult.

BRIGITTE VIVIENNE MÉNAGE
Notes: Bonsoir!