But it sure sounded like she was proposing a little after-work get-together.But it sure sounded like she was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker? I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly to help me out. "Care to elaborate on that?" I asked. She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we'd both had. She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, "You're always really sweet. You're friendly and you don't try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot. I'd also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun." She leaned back to gauge my reaction. She needn't have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said "I think I've got a 'yes' here. |