Feminine Fred

"Wow!" said Andrew as he looked around a very expensive Wolfram & Hart labratory. "It's like something out of Star Trek!"

Coming out from a small alcove with a clip-board and a lab-coat, Winifred Burkle stood. "Oh, hi Andrew."

"Do you work here? In this room?! Every day?!"

Fred nodded as she did her daily routine and checked off something on the clipboard before going to fax the paper.

Andrew grinned. "It's like sick-bay on Star Trek, and you're Beverly Crusher!"

"Thank you," she laughed. "I used to love TNG."

"Wait--wow--girls can like Star Trek?! And girls can use the term 'TNG' to describe The Next Generation?! Wow!!!"

Fred laughed as she placed the paper down. "Always glad to meet a fellow nerd." She let out a slight giggle. "No one gets my Star Trek references either."

Andrew stepped closer. "Let's be friends! Best friends!"

She laughed some more. "I'd like that." She was humouring him, but genuinely felt he was a good person.

Her hand pushed in the paper, but it cramped. She sighed. "I can never work this. Nerd or not, I'm not a techie."

Andrew stepped closer. "I can work that. Here's how you do it." He pressed the paper down and moved it gently onto it's place, into the slot. He fed it in.

"Thank you! You're a real help!" she said with a thrilled down and placed her hand down on the fax machine, on top of his.

He immediately blushed. "Your hand is on mine."

"I know," she said.

He sighed. "Wow, if you weren't a lesbian I'd think you were hitting on me."

She moved her hand away, a bit annoyed. "I'm not a lesbian."

"Sorry," he said. Now he was embarressed. Then he looked up: "So that means you WERE hitting on me!!!"

"Maybe," she grinned.

Precisely at that moment Andrew realized that beneath that lab-coat, Fred wasn't wearing anything. She was a wild girl, that one! He got a look at her cleavage as she backed away and leaned in at the same time.

The horny bastard inside of him took over as he stepped closer to her and patted her on the back. "It's good to get to know you, Fred."

As his hand rested on the lab-coat on her back, his hand inched up. That meant the bottom of her lab-coat pulled with it, curving up the back of her legs, with the frail little edge curving up her ass. He shot a glance.

She knew very well what he was doing and caught him in the act, but didn't do anything. The white lab-coat bunched up and she felt a cold breeze touch her bottom. She had used the shower earlier that morning after an all-nighter and had only bothered to get back into the coat, not the rest of her clothes.

Andrew was growing more ambitious and let the coat slide just a bit further up, getting a full view of her ass. He then felt a guiltyness, assuming she didn't know what he was doing and dropped his hand away, and the coat fell back down.

Fred was disapointed. She whispered: "It's good to get to know you, Andrew." She faced the other way for a split second, and unbuttoned the first two buttons on her white coat. She turned around, and now her nipples were exposed at the right angle.

"How would you like to get to know me better?" she asked.

Her hand grabbed his and placed it right where the unbuttoning had taken place, between her breasts.