He didn't learn much but...

He picked up Pricilla at her Plano apartment at seven.

He'd had no idea she lived in the same apartment complex as he once had but realized he shouldn't have been surprised. The company had made sure they got such a great deal at the complex that they hadn't bothered with little things like reading the lease agreement... the one that had shafted Rick once he'd been fired. He wondered if he could get his apartment back, or at least get access to it to pick up his things... he was getting tired of the few sets of clothing he'd bought at Wal-Mart.

Pricilla looked fantastic. She wore a little crop top that showed a toned belly under her massive tits, and a flirty skirt that showed miles of leg.

"You look nice," she said when she opened her door.

"I'd say the same about you but my powers of understatement only go so far. You're beautiful."

She blushed red at his compliment, then closed the door. "Let's go. I'm starving. Oh, and I have a surprise."

"Yeah?"

"I told my boss I needed to sell you on the job. Which means I get to use company funds to pay for our date. How sweet is that?"

"Very sweet." Especially considering he was wondering if he'd end the night doing dishes in whatever restaurant they went to.

Although the company was paying, she let him pick the restaurant, a cute place in old-town Richardson.

Pricilla insisted on starting with cocktails, then buying a bottle of a nice Napa wine to go with their dinner. Rick's bio-DNA enhanced body seemed to have cured him of any reaction to alcohol, which was probably a downside he would have worried about if he really wanted to do his job, but that let him match Pricilla drink for drink without getting drunk himself.

The same could not be said for her.

He made sure to mention he'd been working as a massage therapist and that mention had its intended effect.

"Ohmigod, I've been so tense from work lately. You've got to give me a massage."

After dinner, he took her to a classy bar with a view of the Dallas skyline and plyed her with a few more drinks. By that time, she was spilling all of the office gossip she knew including which of the executives had slept with their secretaries, which she'd had to sleep with herself in order to keep her job, which were complete assholes and which were basically decent except they enjoyed their power over women too much, and then the one she would have slept with even if he hadn't blackmailed her into it. Under the influence of alcohol, she seemed to have lost all sense of what might be appropriate to discuss with a fellow employee. Not the Rick was complaining.

At eleven, he pulled into her apartment parking lot. "If you're interested in that massage, we could try it now," he suggested.

"Sure. Why not?"