Dating Nadia: The Brazilian dancer visits you at your workplace.

You didn't have much time to recover from your Valentine's Day date, after all the things you did with the dancer of your choice. The main reason for the lack of recovery time, was the trip to a dance school after your Monday work shift, then a workout. You did your best at that time to learn as much of the samba & rumba dance routines as you can, taking advantage of Nadia's offer, and hoping you can impress her on a Brazilian dance floor.

So now it's "Fat Tuesday", the day before the "Catholic Holiday" of Ash Wednesday, where most people are thinking about one thing--Mardi Gras. Of course, if that was the case, then you'd be in the French Quarter of New Orleans, not stuck in your office, looking at designs for the customized vehicles of your current customers, and working out the details, both in the styles, and the cost for those parts & labor. In between all of that, you look at the latest addition to your workspace, a standard-size 4x6 normal photo of the dancer you dated the previous weekend. For awhile, you get lost in your daily job routine, and then the intercom buzzer on your office phone goes off.

"Hello, Eric?" The voice of the front desk clerk, Alma, is heard on the phone's intercom is heard.

"Yes, Alma?" You ask her.

"I have someone here at the front desk that wants to see you." Alma tells you through the intercom. "Some hot-looking chica named Nadia."

"She didn't want to wait until after my shift?" You mumble to yourself, then speak normally again. "My date for tonight is here? Tell her I'll be right there, Alma."

"Of course, Eric." Alma tells you, then closes the connection.

You let out a small sigh, then save your ongoing work on the work computer. After a quick fix of your button-up shirt, you head to the reception area. Nadia is in a far corner of the area, already dressed for the date. She is in a Brazilian-style black party dress that fully covers the back, but is cut low to give a great cleavage given by her full, big breasts. Her nude-colored stockings give her shapely legs a nice shine, and her closed-toe, high stiletto heels has a couple of ankle straps. Nadia's muscled arms are bare, save for some bracelets on her wrists. A silver necklace hangs from her neck, while a pair of earrings can be seen framing her face. When you approach her, she stands, and gives you a big hug, letting you take in the smell of her sweet perfume.

"Nadia." You tell her. "You're here pretty early."

"So I am, eh?" Nadia tells you, smiling. "My brother & I were allowing extra drive time for traffic, but as you can see, we found traffic to be pretty light for now. Have you been working on some dance moves for tonight?"

"To the best of my abilities, of course." You tell her, as you lead her into your office, so that you can finish your shift. "How is your brother's customized ride?"

"Very attractive, if you ask me." She tells you. "Alot of people have been trying to see his ride ever since it rolled out of this shop. Last weekend, while you were enjoying your Valentine's Day date, my brother had some trouble trying to keep some hot, but drunk women, from sneaking into the SUV."

"Won't be the last time, I think." You tell her. "They must like his big, hard body, with a sleek, hot ride."

"And now he's getting ready for his own date with some hot, young model from Chile." Nadia grins some. "That's my brother, alright."

She sits on the open chair across from you, gossiping as quietly as she could, while you finish your shift for the day. When it was all said and done for the day, you take Nadia to your pickup truck, and help her in. Then you hop into the driver's seat, and start the drive to the Brazilian restaurant, where you & Nadia have a reservation waiting.