Am I a hooker?

Jessica sat at her desk. She could smell the putred smell of a night of wild s**, alcohol and unbrushed teeth. She felt like that she smelled like a homeless person. She had rinsed her mouth and brushed out her hair, neatening herself up but personally, she felt she needed a proper freshening up.

She decided to give Mark a peice of her mind since Charlie has left. She rose from her seat and stormed into his office like a tornado, slamming the door behind her.

"Mark Molt, how dare you imply that I am a hooker!!!", Jessica said almost in a scream. She tried to control herself but the words just flew out of her lips.

Mark knew this was coming, when she stood at the door when Charlie was with him. It was onlyal a matter of time.

" Sit down", Mark roared. He had no time to be whimpering below her. She must keep in mind that she is still his employee.

Jessica looked at him, her eyes wide. She slowly sunk into the chair.

" Please do explain yourself", Mark said calmly as he leaned forward be