Report your job done to Stacy

Everything is packed up and organized after a long day of work. Even if you were **** to do it, you do feel a sense of accomplishment to go with your aching back and sore muscles. You lock up and head back to the Davis loft to let Stacy know. She greets you at the door.

"All sorted," you proclaim.

"Great! You can go now!" Stacy replies before closing the door. You feel a bristle at the abrupt treatment and quickly block the door from shutting.

"That's it? No show of appreciation for all my hard work?" you say indignantly. "Can't I at least shower? I'm all sweaty from moving everything around..."

Stacy shows a bit of sympathy, frowning slightly and biting her bottom lip. "Alright, I suppose I did leave you with a lot of work to do..." she admits, "You can take a shower, but then you'd better go."

You raise your eyebrow curiously, "You expecting company? Your mom said she'd be back late..."

Stacy goes a shade of pink. "None of your business," she mutters.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you prod her, "Could it be that this person is someone you don't want your mom or dad to meet?" This could be better fuel than the hard drive.

"Would you just take your shower and leave already?" Stacy gripes. You decide to let it go for now as you'd really like to get a shower in before having to walk home. Amina follows close behind. "Hey! No funny business, you two!" Stacy orders from the back.

You casually strip down, placing the hard drive on the sink counter. Amina strips as well and you both step into the shower. After your encounter in the storage locker, the two of you feel no urgency to make the shower a sexual experience, but enjoy soaping each other up and rubbing each other down. The warm water lifts the weight of the grime off your shoulders and you feel the oils and sweat wash down your legs. You can smell Amina's sweet scent emerge from the dirt of labor. Did she really build up a sweat like you do? Her soft body feels warm to the touch and her breath feels moist against your skin. It would fit that her body reacts the same way any normal person's would. You finish up your shower and towel each other off.

Amina's short hair is all frazzled from being wet, so you try to comb it with your fingers to little avail. You find your hair styling skills lacking. Amina reaches up and tries to fix your hair as well. She has to go up on her tip toes to reach you and you smile at the attempt. You take the genie by the hips and lift her up to the sink counter top. She sits there and is more at eye level with you. She happily brushes her fingers through your hair while you stare into her eyes. You slide a strand of red hair away from her face and admire her as she fusses over you.

There is a heavy knock. "I said no funny business!" Stacy calls from behind the door.

"We're just getting dressed!" you call back and grab your things. It doesn't take long to get dressed. You wish you could have gotten fresh clothing, but didn't have a spare outfit. If Amina is uncomfortable, she doesn't give off the impression, so you suck it up and keep your gripes to yourself. You leave the washroom feeling a bit better after a day of heavy lifting. Your body is still tired, but your skin feels clean.

Stacy looks at you two anxiously, "So, that's it, you two good to go?"

"Why don't we wait and meet your friend?"

"No!" Stacy shouts before returning to normal tone, "I mean, I've kept you guys here long enough. Thanks for everything. I consider us even and stuff..."

Stacy's behavior is a sharp contrast to how she was acting in the morning. There must be something to this visitor that she doesn't want others to know. You try to pump her for information. "So, where's Mel? Maybe we should say our goodbyes first..."

"Mel's studying at a friend's."

"So it's just you on your own here?"

"Don't try anything funny, someone's coming over soon..." Stacy says defensively.

You raise your hands as a sign of relenting. "I wouldn't think of it... besides... I'm not your type, remember?" you remark, recalling how Stacy turned you down the other night. Your thought goes to the video in your pocket. It didn't seem that she was particularly picky with those goes she was with...

"Yeah, well, that's another thing altogether..." Stacy admits.

"What do you mean?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"Look, can we talk about it later?" Stacy asks, then glances at Amina. "You know what? How about I text you about it when I have the time?"

"Uh.. sure..." you reach into your pocket to grab your phone.

"What's that?" Stacy asks about the hidden hard drive.

"I'm just happy to see you," you retort quickly, handing your phone to get her number.

"You take something from my locker?" Stacy asks in full seriousness. You're caught! Can you come up with a believable excuse? Do you fess up and take the punishment? Should you just run while you can?