An encounter with the woman

Reading and rereading the options listed for you to choose from, you soon decide that some interaction with the woman eyeing you might be fun, and so you opt for that to occur. The world seems to have stood still as you made up your might, which you take notice of and which you hope will reoccur if you ever get into a fight and are **** to choose between “Stand and Fight!” and “Run! Run like a little girl!”

Having made your choice, you now mosey over to the astonishingly attractive woman, passing a table inhabited by a half-dozen kids who are dressed like punkers. Had this been 1976, their choice of clothing might just have made them into something other than uncool and boring.

As you approach her table, the woman views with the sort of carnivorous expression with which a snake would view a sedated mouse. You’re almost having second thoughts about this, but then the woman stubs out her cigarette and tells you to “Sit down”, which you do.
She’s a brunette, and her tresses of rich, pale brown are kept tautly in place by the pin stuck into her hair, a ponytail going out from the back of her head to disappear down behind her back.

Dressed in a black leather coat, which is open and thus allows you to spot that she has a pistol holstered under her left shoulder, ripped and faded denims and an army-green tube-top, which means that her firm midriff is left exposed. With her flawlessly shaped face, her plump, lush lips and her tits, which you guess are double-D’s, the woman is by far the most attractive that you’ve ever seen, and you’re instantly very happy about having tried out this virtual business.

“What took you so long?” The woman asks you as you sit down on the opposite end of the table, and a blue panel comes popping up to inform you that the woman is Cathy, a trouble-shooter that you cooperated with on an on and off again basis, and that she’s asked you to meet her here. It doesn’t say if you’ve slept with her yet, but regardless you press “Ok” and the prompt vanishes into thin air.
“Sorry Cathy,” you say, feeling anything but, as you gawk at her considerable beauty, “it took me a while to get here.”

She starts up complaining, stating that “I’m not surprised, you’re such a lazy fucking cun…” but you cut her off with a curt “Don’t be such a prissy bitch Cathy, and tell me what the job is.”
Amazed at your stupidity for having said such a thing, and fully expecting her to start screaming at you for saying it, you’re even more amazed when Cathy’s reaction is to flash you a very indecent smile.
“Alright,” she concedes, “one of my contacts just offered me a nice, high-paying job. It’s a two-man assignment, so I called you. Besides, it’s the perfect excuse for the two of us to get together again.”
That last bit was said with a very friendly tone of voice, and you find yourself going weak at the knees as you realize that this absolutely gorgeous babe just flirted with you.
“So, I was figuring that we get reacquainted first, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

You suddenly feel something rubbing against you cock, and you look down to find that it’s her foot, and you’re **** to suppress a hoarse groan as she caresses you with it.
“I won’t tease you too much,” Cathy suddenly says as she retreats her foot, “we both know what’ll happen if I get you too excited.”
You don’t, but you can’t wait to find out, just as long as it isn’t premature ejaculation.
Cathy then gets up on her feet, and tells you to “Follow me.”
The inflated state of your cock means that getting up from your chair is a bit of a challenge, but you return to an upright position in a less than nimble manner, and follow her outside.

The hooded thugs have disappeared, and Cathy leads you to her fast-looking, sleek car, deactivating the metal shields protecting the wheels and screens.
She gets in behind the wheel, and you get down next to her in the passenger seat just before the blue panel makes a triumphant return, asking you if want to:
“Go to your place”
“Go to her place”
“Find a hotel”
Or
“Do it in the car!”