It's her boss, Ralph

"What's all the damn fuss?" he asked, scratching his hair as stepped out of his office.

"Hey Ralph..." Sarah said, "I accidentally hurt Sophie's feelings... she's taking a break right now."

"Huh, is it her time of the month?" he asked.

"NO!" Sarah yelled at him, realizing she shouldn't have, she immediately clasped her hand over her mouth.

"Excuse me Sarah? Did you just yell at me?" Ralph's eyebrows furrowed, "You know I could've fired you AND sent you to jail for beating me up like that right!?"

"You came in our mouths and told it us it was salty cream!" Sarah was furious now, and Ralph's attitude was the straw that broke the camel's back, "Then you made us lick and suck your cock to get more cream! You perverted, nefarious motherfucker!"

"Whoa using big words doesn't mean your smart Sarah!" Ralph snarled, "I'd be VERY careful with what you say to me next."

Sarah wanted to fight back, but she knew it was pointless. It was her fault this all happened in the first place anyways, she should've kept her cool even when Sophie was telling her story of being tricked into a blowjob by old man Carlyle. He fought in a fake war! Sarah thought angrily.

She took a deep breath and apologized, "I'm sorry Ralph, I'll be more careful with how I speak."

"Hmph, good. I'd hate to get rid of that nice ass and tits of yours," Ralph grumbled, walking up and smacking her in the ass before going back to his office.

That honestly could've gone worse, Sarah thought.