Heck Yeah!

She was sexy, she dressed just like a stripper, so what made you think that the third thing you typed into your computer wouldn't work?

Without any hesitation, you then said "Give me a blowjob."

Emily sighed, and rolled her eyes. Okay, that wasn't the reaction you were expecting. You figured that she'd be more happy about it, but then you remembered how you stated what you typed. You simply said that of-age women would give blow jobs on demand. You never specified how they'd feel about it.

Despite clearly not liking it, she knelt down in front of you and pulled your cock out. "Let's just make this quick, okay?" she said. "I've gotta leave soon for my date."

Was that why she was irritated? Because the blowjob would interfere with her schedule?

All curiosity about what she was feeling, however, went straight out the window the moment she wrapped her red-painted lips around your cock and went on to give you, what you thought, was the best blowjob ever. You never would have gotten this kind of treatment from the original Emily, that was for sure.

When she was done, she checked the time and groaned. "When I said I needed to get a little something in my stomach, that's not what I meant. But whatever." She strutted over to her purse, grabbed it, then headed out to her date, leaving you alone, with your own ideas about how to use the MotherBoard site next.