some cop named Nikki

"Yes, Nikki?" Maya answers. "... I don't think so ... maybe it's something different ... you mean right now? ... Okay. I'll be bringing home a colleague from work. He also codes. Maybe he can help. ... Sure. ... Bye."

"Who was that? if I may ask," I say.

"Nikki. She's a cop." She replies.

"So that's your side project?" I say somewhat conclusively.

She nods. "It's sort of undercover, so I don't usually talk about it. Let's hurry to my place."

We wait for the lights to change before crossing the street. "Personally, I wouldn't call working for the government a side project. They have the resources-- the access to tech. And you're working for them. That's so much cooler than sorting in that sweaty hot room! My coding skills can't get me into a job like that." I say.

"I'm not really as good as you think I am. That's why I have other jobs, especially as this is part-time and off-hours." she responds, speeding up her gait.

"I get it. Your sorting job is just a cover? right?" I say as I follow her into a side street.

She shakes her head, slightly blushing.

"Maybe you have impostor syndrome." I suggest.

"What's that?" she asks, showing genuine interest.

"It's when highly skilled persons think they're not good enough!"

"Stop flattering me!" she says wryly. "Are you doing that because you need a job?"

"Try giving me a job, and I'll still be singing your praises."

"So you need more than a job! You also need a place to stay. I owe you that. And what more?"

We enter a condomimum complex and proceed towards the nearest elevator. "You are now thinking out-of-the-box. That also means you are highly creative." I say with a wide smile.

"You've fucked my mouth and my pussy. So you also want to fuck my ass?" she asks in a whisper, as there are other people in the elevator.

"Now, you're stretching it. But who am I to refuse if a coding goddess lets me have her ass?" I say as we exit the elevator on the 8th floor.

"Hey Stop! Will you," she says, playfully punching me on the chest. "We could do a hackathon instead?"

"You mean a coding challenge?"

She nods, as she places her room card over the sensor.

"I'm in. On one condition-- it should be done in the nude." I add, as I glance around at her room. The bed occupied most of it.

She grins wickedly, then says, "And our sexes must be intertwined the whole time during coding-- to test our focus. And we should have a timer-- to prompt us to change positions every 60 seconds! Are you game?"