Alan could be overheard saying, "If you don't want your husband to find out, you're going to have do something to keep me quiet."

"What?" Mrs. James asked.

"Take me to Mr. Martin's office first," he instructed.

Perplexed, Mrs. James led Alan past Brandi's hiding place to Mr. Martin's office. Brandi heard the door open, but couldn't hear what was said. She decided that she would risk taking a look to see what was happening. Just as she looked down the short hall, Mrs. James closed the door. She had seen Brandi and motioned for her to go to the door before she shut it. Brandi hurried to the door and listened.

"He threatened to tell my husband about what happened," Mrs. James was explaining, "because he heard us fucking through the door."

"What will it take to keep you quiet?" asked Mr. Martin.

"All I want from you is the name of the girl that was in here," Alan said, "and I want to fuck her and Mrs. James like you were doing."

"I can't do that and you know it," said Mr. Martin.

"You don't have a choice. It's either tell me her name or you lose your job and Mrs. James loses her marriage."

"I'll be happy to fuck you if you won't tell my husband," begged Mrs. James.

"I'm glad you're so willing, but there's no deal without the girl," insisted Alan.

"I can't, but I'll help you fuck Julie," offered Mr. Martin.

"Are you kidding," exclaimed Alan. "I don't touch other guys."

"I said I was going to help you fuck Julie, not fuck you."

"Still no deal," said Alan in a tone that signified that he wasn't going to change his position.

Brandi decided on a plan that would get Mrs. James and Mr. Martin out of their predicaments and teach Alan a lesson about trying to blackmail people. She stripped off her clothes quickly and quietly tried to open the door. Mrs. James hadn't locked it this time. She looked in and smiled to herself.