Ranko's New Job: Planning

Calling up the video feeds, the boss nodded as he looked. Ranko was kneeling, straddling the legs of a different man, her hand opening his pants, and drawing them down slightly, then stroking his already fully erect cock. Scooting her legs forward, she lowered her body, pausing long enough to line his cock with her pussy, then dropping with an excited half squeal half moan, taking it all in with a single stroke. Moments later she was bouncing up and down vigorously.

"No problems there." The Boss commented as he called up the feeds from the rest of the restaurant, double checking for other problems needing his help to solve. Not seeing any brewing crisis, he picked up the phone pressed one of the speed-dial buttons.

"Hello? Ah Shamus, good to get in touch with you again. . . Well, I've got something of a situation, one of my walls had a big hole knocked in it. . . Ah, you've got a student available! Oh certainly, the usual payment and gratuity, just so things get fixed as fast as you guy's fix them. . . Oh, I could save money with regular contractors, but there's no way they can match the service of your Martial Arts Construction Dojo! Thank you." He hung up the phone.

"Ok, that problem's settled." He commented with a nod. Looking at his desk he. . .