"Hey Man..."

"Oh, I'm a consultant for a big company," she replied, grinning mischievously. "I probably shouldn't drop names, but...we'll say it has something to do with computers." She winked.

"Oh..." He smiled awkwardly. "Now I'm afraid to guess, those computer wars get...crazy." He laughed awkwardly.

God this was torturous. Maybe he should have let Priestly handle this instead.

"Speaking of crazy," she pressed, "Are you willing to go with me? You don't have to, but...seeing as you were stood up, and I'm awfully bored tonight..." She squeezed his hand again. "I only have a few more days in this city, you know. My job is almost done."

"Yeah? I...you know, we might as well," he replied, shrugging. "I got stood up, what else do I have to do?"

Finally, going somewhere.

"Good," she purred. "We can leave whenever you're ready." She drained her martini, illustrating her point.

Mars was now certain she was a demon.

He stood up, finishing off his beer.

She clapped her hands and pulled him outside by the arm.

"Did you drive here, or am I calling a taxi?" she whispered in his ear.

"I...uhm, I drove," he replied, his surprise real for once. How he loathed women.

"Excellent. I can give you directions. You're not too tipsy to drive, I hope?" she teased, running her hands over his chest.

Suddenly, Mars realized this was a bad idea. He flinched.

"Y-yeah," he hurried to his car. He would be safe there.

She slid into the passenger seat, flashing him a bright smile.

"Let's hurry--I want to get to my room soon, if you know what I mean."

"Oh," he replied, frowning. "I...okay."

He really should have let Priestly handle this.

She ran her hand over Mars's thigh even as he drove.

"It's on Holland Street, not too far from hear. Left at the next right, dear."

Mars drove as fast as possible without lookign antsy. He was both glad and nervous once they were inside.

She kept her hands on the small of his back, always running those nails against his shirt. In the elevator, she only pressed closer, until the scent of jasmine and ylang-ylang completely enveloped them both.

She practically shoved him into her room, and locked the door behind them.

"Alone at last," she sighed happily, tossing her coat in the small closet area.

"S-so...what now?" He didn't want to know the answer. It was either one of two things, neither pleasant.

"Well...now we can do whatever you want," she said, rubbing his shoulders. "There's a nice, big, comfy bed in this room, you know..."

"Oh, uhm, I..." Mars felt himself relly regret sending Priestly away.

"Awww, are you shy?" she asked, caressing his cheek. "Do you need me to help you out of those clothes?..."

"I...y-yes...", he was beginning to wonder if she wasn't a demon. If she wasn't, he had made a terrible mistake.

She pulled off his shirt with surprising strength, and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Are you standing here because you wanna do it against the wall, or are you just too nervous to lay down?" she asked, running her hands all over his back.

"I! I...I'll lay down," he whimpered. He sat on the bed. This wasn't going as planned.

She kicked off her heels and first slid her pantyhose down her legs, then her panties. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Mars.

"You want me to take the lead, big boy?" she asked gently, stroking his cheek.

Mars tried to crawl away.

"I...I changed my mind!" He insisted.

"Come on, I'm dying for it," she teased, wrapping her arms around him. Only, something was strange; her grip was tight, far too tight. Her green eyes flashed at him mischievously.