Later that day, after sucking Director Henshaw's big black cock and swallowing his delicious cum, Alex reflects that Hank has been acting odd lately, almost as though he can read her mind. But that's impossible. If he is jealous, she reflects, he must simply have heard the office rumors about what a filthy slut she is.
"You and your sister were together last night? You're very close?" asks Hank, again almost as though he knows the truth.
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing. Never mind. Turn around and bend over. I want to take you doggy style."
"Hank, I'm sorry, we can't do it today. I got a real bad headache."
She thinks she sees his eyes glow red. It must be her imagination. Is she still sobering up?
"Alex, don't lie to me. You don't wanna do it." He stares at her and again she has the weird impression he's reading her mind. "Your pussy's sore?"
"Hank, I don't want to talk about it. And you're starting to creep me out. Anyway, we ain't exclusive."
"You're such a goddamn slut."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," said Alex, sighing. "Look, I love your cock. It's the biggest and best there is. You can bang me tonight, ok?"
Hank nods.