Hailey outs herself and stands up for Caleb

Hailey stormed naked out of the closet. She drew strength from being a nude woman in front two clothed men, and from Caleb's love still warm inside her, and she slapped Dylan in his stupid face.

"You know what, Dylan," she raged in the nude. "I am not a sex doll. I am the real Hailey, and I can tell you that you are just as much of a shallow limp-dicked asshole you've always been. Caleb may be younger, but he is twice the man you will ever be."

Dylan stared slack jawed.

"What do you mean, you are the real Hailey?" Caleb asked, thinking of how he pinned her and fucked her less than an hour ago.

"It's a long story, Caleb, and I want to tell you everything," Hailey turned to him and smiled. "I'm a reporter and I'm writing a story about Gal Industries. Pretending to be a sex doll helped me get the scoop, and it helped me meet a sweet man like you. I really like you, Caleb."

Dylan pointed his finger at Hailey's butterfly tattoo and turned to Caleb. "This is bullshit. She's got the sex doll trademark tattoo. Clearly this bitch is a hacked, malfunctioning sex doll. This is scam to get your online banking password or some bullshit like that. Don't be a sucker like you always are, Caleb."

Hailey slapped Dylan with her backhand again, her tits flying in rage. Dylan caught her wrist as she was swinging again.