By Victory Crayne
I met her in, well you know, one of those bars. Business had been great and I wanted to celebrate. I had worked fourteen hour days for six weeks. Most nights I'd just make it back to my pad on the 27th floor, nuke a bite to eat, and crash.
It was my turn to cut some slack and catch up on my needs, if you know what I mean. The Petite Bar had everything a guy could want.
She wore a tight red skirt and white blouse, one of those that you see the outline of her red strapless bra. Her hair was a mixture of red and black streaks following her long wavy hair. Matching red lipstick and just a trace of eyeliner. Her voice was perfect, melodious even, and with just the right amount of feminine charm. "Hi."
I stammered like a goofball. "Hi." E gads! Here was the answer to my prayers and all I could do was be an echo?
She smiled at my embarrassment and gave me another chance. "You're cute when you blush."
"Would you like a drink?"
She gave me the look-over and I felt like I had lost all my clothes and was sitting there stark naked. Well, maybe I wished I were.
Thank heavens the Petite booths had narrow seats because when she sat, her hips nestled next to mine and I swear I could feel some electricity. Every breath I took filled my head with desire. I suspected she was using some illicit pheromones.
We have a few drinks each when she asked, "What's your name?"
"Ah, yes. I'm Jack. Jack Mere. I'm Chief Programmer over at United Stellar Systems."
"Yeah. We're the guys who supply all these stations. I work in IT."
I chuckled. "I'm sorry. That's Information Technology. I won't go into the details. I program computers."
"Oh," she replied with the softest look in her eyes. "You must be very intelligent. I thought computers programmed themselves."
"Well, they do actually. But it still takes humans to do the design work. That's what I do."
She nodded. In an instant I realized I'd better change the subject or I'd lose her. "Care to go to my place? I've got some real coffee."
Her eyes lit up just a tiny bit. “Real, you say?"
Back at my bachelor pad, she caressed my chest with those long fingers and raised her lips closer to mine. I felt a tiny sting as our lips touched.
That was the last thing I remembered of her.
My foggy mind recalled being asked questions and all I can say is that I gave all the answers. Passwords, codes, social number, the whole nine yards.
When I finally came to, three days later, I was cleaned out. And United Stellar Systems was missing one courier ship.
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