"You did what?!" There was no shame about her and that's what angered Reg. "This better be a fuckin' joke!"
Senna tossed her long dark blonde hair defiantly. "oh, it's no fucking joke, Reg, "at all." Malik and I had lunch together. I gave him a hand job right at the table while we ate lunch. Then we snuck into a stahl in the mens room, and he bent me over the toilet and fucked me silly with his huge black cock!" She provoked him with her stare, her eyes quickly dropping to his crotch. "wanna know what is a joke?" smiling wickedly back at him, her eyes meeting his once again. She leaned against the kitchen table, her impressive cleavage framed by her arms, defying her low cut top.
"Be careful, Senna, or..."
"Or, what?! What are you going to do, Reg?! Huh?!" Her voice raised an octave. "What could you do... to any woman... with that thing you call a dick?!" her head motioning to his groin, again.
Reg quickly moved around the table, grabbing her bicep forcefully, pulling her to face him, then grabbing the other. He held her there studying her face. "Why I ever chose a no good, dirty, little, trailer park tramp like you, is beyond me," his voice seethed, his eyes sizing her up.
"Chose me? Chose, me?! That's a laugh! I took pity on your pathetic ass!" She pulled loose from his grasp, pushing him in his chest. "That night in the bar, you standing in the corner drinking your beer – alone – afraid to make a move on me - watching me like a scared puppy!"