She's pissed (and beautiful)

To your suprise, Crystal is already sitting at Starbucks, staring at the floor.

You stop just inside the door and look at her.

She's always made your dick twitch. There's something about a girl with long hair... not that you've ever known a girl before with hair down to her calves... you can't help imagining wrapping that hair around your naked body, stroking your dick with it, seeing her completely naked, clothed only in her glorious blond hair... with bits of her body peeking through the veil that hair would provide.

Some jerk approaches her and she listens for a second while you wonder if your momentary hesitation meant you lost any chance you had with her. On the other hand, did you really have a chance with her. Yeah, you're a better programmer but you haven't met many girls who find capable programming to be a high priority when it comes to deciding who to fuck.

The jerk apparently gets told to get lost because he looks pissed as he steps away, practically running into her.

"Good luck with that frigid bitch," he says when he notices where you're heading.

"Thanks," you don't add 'asshole' out loud but you're thinking it.

"Hey Crystal."

"Oh, Mike." She throws her arms around you and hugs you as her body convulses with sobs.

Take that, asshole, you think to the jerk who tried to steal her.

With her in your arms, you realize how small she is. But she's definitely all woman. Her breasts yield to the hardness of your chest, her sobbing making them alternately push then pull away from you.

She smells nice. You always hated the perfumes Amber wore and Crystal doesn't seem to be wearing any strong scent, it's just clean woman and it makes your dick stand up straight.

You almost give in to the temptation to grab her ass but realize that this is probably not the right moment. Even if she takes it, she'll remember that you took advantage of her weakness and will resent you for it. It's an insight that surprises you... you've always been better at reading computers than interpreting humans... especially female humans.

"Sorry," she finally says. "I think I got makeup on your shirt."

You catch her looking down... apparently she noticed your hardon but she doesn't comment on it.

"And yet I haven't melted away."

"Oh, shut up." she punches you on the shoulder, then rubs her hand. "Anyway, I can't believe you got me fired."

"I can't, either. I am sorry, but I guess I'm not sorry you got out of that place. They're sexist assholes."

"Like you're not?"

"What?"

"Come on. You always thought I was a bad programmer because I was a woman."

"I did not."

"Yeah, right."

"Let me get you a coffee," you say, "and we can talk about your career options."

"Let's also talk about how we're going to fuck MicroStuff over."

"Uh, you know, I think we should have that conversation somewhere a little less public."

But your heart is beating fast. It could be you've just picked up an ally... but could she be a spy? Was her story of getting fired a ruse to make you trust her, all so she could wiggle her way into your confidence and then betray you?

Fuck, getting paranoid can really screw with your mind.