No, I won't.

You shake your head before speaking, and as soon as she sees this, she twists her wrists out of your grip and jabs your side with fingers that are like steel. The pain is quick, but it ripples from the point of impact all the way to your throat. You reach for your side as the rest of your hold on Half-Gob crumbles.

Half-Gob takes control of the situation from there, pushing you off and claiming your spot in the dominant position. She looks pleased with herself and stands up, noticing your look of annoyance. She stands up and takes bows to an imaginary crowd.

“You want me to remove the rest of my clothes now?” You say, sitting up straight.

Half-Gob turns around to look down at you. Her grin is now gone, and she’s returned to the same look of dullness. “No, I’ve proved my point,” she lifts an eyebrow as she regards the slight outline of your manhood beneath your boxers. “And I don’t want there to be any other points, either. So we’re done here, and won’t be doing this ever again. Do you understand?”

“Sure,” you say, but take her hand as she offers it to you to get up. It’s a little weird still, considering she’s topless, so her tits are just out in the open for you to look at. You find yourself staring despite yourself, but Half-Gob doesn’t say anything.

When you slip into your clothes again, you stop her on the way out. “What’s with your name, by the way? I’ve heard a lot of strange names for contractors before, but yours…doesn’t seem to fit you in the slightest.”

“What do you think it means?” She asks curiously.

“Half-Gob…” You size her up. “You’re mean at close range, and you’re short. Is Gob just short for goblin?”

She smirks slightly, again indicating there’s some kind of funny bone in her that you’ve tickled. “Not exactly. You’re not the first person to come up with that conclusion, though. Honestly, it’s because I had trouble hiding my accent when I first started this shit show of a job.”

“You tell everyone this story?” You say, stepping out with her. The corridor is empty, and she seems to enjoy this discovery. She turns to look at you, her movement a little lazy now.

“It was supposed to be Half-God, but I think goblin is fitting enough. Everyone thinks I’m cute because I am short until I’m tearing into them.”

You can’t help but look at her up and down. Seeing her running at you with bloodlust in her eyes isn't difficult. You nod with a sigh. “Yeah, you got all that right.”

Half-Gob turns away, craning her neck. Despite her viciousness, you still can’t help but be strangely turned on by her presence. You wonder in the back of your mind if you should have done something with her after all… You go to the lobby, where you chat for a little longer. She yawns. “Unless Scarlet decides to scoop us up for work, I’ll relax for the rest of the day. I’ll see you around. Warren. For whatever it’s worth, I don’t think you’re all that bad.”

“Likewise,” you say, and you shake hands. You see her smiling, and you don’t think it looks so soulless this time.

“If you ever want to go shooting, let me know, and I’ll do that with you.”

“Nothing physical?”

Her eyebrow twitches somewhat, and her gaze darts down to your crotch for hardly a second. “Probably not, Warren. You had your chance…”

You awkwardly laugh. “Doesn’t a man deserve a second chance?”

“Contractors don’t get second chances. You know we only get hired once by a client who isn’t all the way satisfied with the end results,” Half-Gob teases and then walks away. Her response annoyed you, but you only have yourself to blame. She steps herself and looks back. "It really only depends how **** one can be..." And with that, Half-Gob turns the corner and goes to the elevators, likely going to her room.

You exhale. Was it national "blue-ball yourself" All this pent-up pressure was becoming a distraction. You needed to do something, maybe something more self-improving or self-relieving. Something to get your mind back in order.