Jog and more

"Sure," you say. "If you let me buy you a coffee afterward."

"I don't date clients."

"Lucky me, then. I'm not a client and this isn't a date. Just a friendly cup of coffee."

Jackie laughs. "Fine, you talked me into it."

She sets a slow pace which you, nevertheless, have a hard time keeping up with. Still, she's complimentary about your progress.

After a twenty minute jog, she heads out of the park, crossing a street and stopping in front of an independent coffee shop with the unlikely name 'From the Dregs.'

"Uh, is this place any good?"

"With a name like that, the coffee almost has to be great, right?"

"Or maybe it's just truth in advertising."

"I don't think there's any such thing."

You don't either, so you don't argue that point.

She points at an outdoor table. "Coffee, black. Meet me out here."

"Sure."

You go in and order the coffees. After a brief delay, you head back out... and Jackie is stretching.

Fortunately she's facing away from you... fortunately because you get a great view of her ass and also fortunately because you are standing there with your mouth open like a fool.

With her bent over like that, the thin tight fabric of her shorts might as well be shrink-wrapped to her body. You can see every curve... including the curves of her pussy lips.

Your dick sprongs into action. Considering you're wearing a pair of shorts yourself, this present potential issues. You're pretty sure Jackie isn't ready for you to start pulling boners on her like a pervert.

So, you walk quietly around, pulling out a chair when you get to the table.

The chair's metal legs make a loud scraping sound, startling Jackie who jumps and takes a swing at you.

"Hey, it's just me."

"Don't sneak up on me like that."

"Sorry. You looked busy."

"Just be careful. I've been jumped a few times and that's already way too many."

You can certainly understand the temptation. Sympathizing with her assailants doesn't sound like a brilliant plan, however. "Yeah, sorry. Anyway, I got your coffee."

The two of you chat about fitness and you give her a quick rundown on your streaming ideas and the concept of hacking the sim.

"Interesting," she says. "In a way, that's what fitness does."

"Huh?"

"Think about it. You noticed my client, right?"

"Sort of."

"Ha. Of course you noticed her. She's hot with those long legs and that shiny blonde hair. The thing is, a year ago, you wouldn't have noticed her. She was fat and had boring brown hair and hid those legs under baggy scrubs. So, by working out, fixing her wardrobe, and doing her hair differently, she hacked the world. All of a sudden, people noticed her, paid attention to her. Not just men, either. Women can be every bit as superficial as you guys can be."

Well, that isn't news to you. You spent your life surrounded by women who don't spare you a second glance even though you are smarter, funnier, and more interesting than the jerks they are attracted to.

Still, you don't think just telling people to work out and eat less is going to make you a millionaire streamer.

After fifteen minutes, you're down to the dregs of your coffee.

You suck it up and ask.

"Uh, hey. Can I have your phone number."

"You going to send me dick pictures?"

"I wasn't planning on it but if it's a requirement I suppose--"

She giggles. "You can be cute, you know. Fine."

She reaches into her bra top and pulls out a soggy business card. "Feel free to call with any exercise questions."

"Only exercise questions."

"Use your judgment on that. Listen, this was fun but I have to go. Got another client in fifteen."

She heads off leaving you with an empty coffee cup and a soggy business card that smells like woman and was just nestled between Jackie's tits. How cool is that?