"How about we blow their minds?"

Rashida stood bent over, letting the desk take her weight, her head turned sideways, her arms relaxed. The scents of her sweat and her sex tickled Hank's nose.

"Fuck, that was something," Rashida said. "Short but swee-eet!"

"You think we better go?" Hank asked.

Rashida chuckled. "How about we blow their minds," she said. "God, I'm feeling wet again already."

"You serious?" Hank said.

Rashida rolled her shoulders and her hips. A little pop came from her back. "No, that's just my cum brain talking," she said. "The one that wants to sign you up as my permanent stunt cock." She turned her head around at Hank. "I admit to liking a little drama now and then, but I like my drama to be all about me."

Hank laughed.

Rashida said, "Still, if we hang around or if they catch us leaving, there's gonna be some kind of drama. So as much as I'd love to have a long, sweet shower with you, I think we better get going while the bedsprings are still squeaking upstairs and take it to my place, stinking of fuck all the way."

Hank's cock twitched.

"Now don't get any ideas, no promises," Rashida said.

Hank handed Rashida a soft hand towel from his desk drawer and took one for himself. He and Rashida blotted up enough that they could get dressed before they sneaked back out to her car, still wearing each other's underwear.