Planning a Caper

As I entered the hotel pub, I saw Susan near one end of the bar, drink in hand. I felt my dick twitch as I approached her. "Hey, sugar," she said, smiling. "Long time no see." She looked down at the crotch of my pants. "Well, someone's happy to see me," she giggled. I got myself a drink, and we made our way to a small table in a secluded area of the pub. We sat down opposite each other. "Everything's set, baby," I said. "This time tomorrow, we're gonna be filthy rich. We blow this popsicle stand and never worry about money again." Susan smiled. "Tell me more," she crooned. "You're getting me wet..."