"Now wasn't that fun, sweetheart!" Stacy, slightly out of breath, was wiping the smudged lipstick off her face and straightening he dress. Andrew was still on the sofa, sweaty and out of breath too. She had dismounted him as soon as she felt her phone buzz.
He started to get up, but Stacy stopped him, "No sweetheart. You wouldn't want them to see us coming out together, would you? Wait here till it's safe." She slipped on her shoes then, after handing Andrew a card with her number on it, she winked and said, "Call me, boo." And with that, she walked out of the break room, no shame in her gait.
In the ground floor bathroom, Stacy found Cynthia waiting for her as they had planned. "Got it?"
"Yeah, copied it all right here," Cynthia replied, holding up the flash drive.
"Perfect." Stacy walked over to the mirror to touch up her makeup. A minute in, she noticed Cynthia was awfully quiet. "Hey, are you alright?" She asked.
"Yeah, just..." Cynthia's voice trailed off. "It's just hard to have it all proven like this. He really is lying to me. Am I just so..." she couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
Stacy moved closer to her friend and embraced her. "It's okay. You'll find someone better. Someone who deserves your love."
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Friends With A Prostitute
ChickLit(Highest ranking: #253 in Chicklit - 3 October 2017) Cynthia finds lipstick on her husband's shirt and it isn't her shade. She goes out for a walk trying to process the shocking news of her husband's infidelity, and that's when she finds Stacy, a wo...