"What do you think it should be, Rachel?" The dentist leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk, staring at her. "What should I call you, besides fired?"

At least I'm not an unprincipled fuckhead like you! Rachel thought. She felt herself growing slightly angry as she ticked off a mental list of all of Dr. Hankison's improprieties. His willingness to perform unnecessary surgery, his eagerness to convince well-heeled old women that they really did need to have their teeth cleaned every other week, and so on and so on.

Gosh, Rachel thought, being horny sure was a lot better than being an asshole who ripped off people like Dr. Hankison! Besides, Mr. Hughes wasn't complaining any, was he?

"Come over here," Hankison said suddenly.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Hankison turned his chair sideways, snapping his fingers impatiently. "Just come aver and stand right here."

Rachel hesitated, unable to read his typically cold, aloof expression. At last she stood up and walked obediently around to his side of the desk, standing in front of his chair and looking down at him expectantly.

"Lift up your dress."

"What!"

"Do as I say!"

Rachel was too bewildered to protest. Shamefully she raised her skirt up to her waist, blushing with shame as she exposed her hairy, just-fucked cunt triangle to her boss.

"Look at this mess," Hankison said.

The cold dentist pushed his hand between her legs, touching her pussy. The pink, pouting lips were still swollen from the fuck session, and were also still very warm, tingly and wet. Hankison slipped his forefinger up Rachel's pussy and looked up at her hatefully.

"Its dripping wet in here. How disgusting."

"Gosh, Dr. Hankison!"

Then Hankison's thin lips spread in a cold smile. He straightened the finger and started pumping it rapidly in and out.