Showering with Jinx

As the water was turned on, I began to wonder what Jinx was thinking about. Was she doing this because she thought I was attractive (as programming damn well better dictate) or was it because she thought sex with the boss would cement her role as team leader under my employ?

I tossed my shirt aside before looking at Jinx. She was staring at me with ill-disguised lust in her eyes. "Do you plan on getting in with your clothes on?" I asked as I started to undo my pants. Gasping in surprise, Jinx began to strip herself hastily. Her fingers fumbled with every button and zipper she came into contact with.

Chuckling, I shook my head. "Jinx, calm down. I might start thinking you don't react well under pressure," I remarked. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and managed to strip herself. I took stock of what the "years" had done for her. Like all robo-sluts, she had been approperately aged to 18 at the very least. She might have been older.

Her breasts hadn't exactly ballooned since the cartoon. They were probably small B-cups. Her figure had improved some and her legs were quite a sight. Toned, as one would expect from someone as atheltic as she was. I motioned for her to get into the shower. As the water rained onto her pale body, her hair matted down.

"Hmm...you know, Jinx..." I mused, stepping in with her, "you look much more attractive with your hair down..." Her pink eyes widened and she blushed. "D...Do you really think so?" she squeaked. I began to run my hands along her body. "Mmm hmm."