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The Woman Who Couldn’t Say No

By D.B. Story

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

A special thanks to Rocket Ralph, Ian, Mulligan, and VW for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading.

And to Selena Kitt at eXcessica Publishing for publishing stories that other publishers aren't able to handle yet.

Chapter 1—Act I, Beautiful Verses Sexy

When it comes to appealing women in the world, there are two types: Beautiful, and Sexy. Beautiful is what you see on the cover of magazines—both men’s and women’s magazines.

Sexy may, or may not, be combined with Beautiful. A woman can be Beautiful and Sexy, Beautiful, or Sexy. What makes a woman Sexy is when you can’t look at her without your only thought being how badly you want to get naked with her and do the nasty thing. Some people find that Beautiful.

Chapter 2—Veronica

Veronica is Sexy! You’ll never see her on the cover of Cosmo or Vogue, but from the first time I saw her I sure wanted to see all of her in my bedroom.

But life, and the games men and women play aren’t logical, or quick, or easy. I couldn’t just walk up to her and say, “You’re the sexiest woman I can ever imagine meeting, and I’d like to take you home with me at the very first opportunity, or tonight if we can’t do it sooner. I promise you the best experience I can possibly give you.”

Actually, if I’d known then what I’d learn later about Veronica, I probably could have said exactly that. She would not have been insulted in the least, and likely would have accepted even on our first introduction. I didn’t realize at all in the beginning that when approached properly, Veronica would never say no to the one thing that really matters in an intimate relationship.

Chapter 3—The Dating Game

The Dating Game deserved to be a TV show, because it's such a pain for everyone involved that I don’t know why the human race hadn’t abolished it entirely long ago. But we haven’t, and we have to live with this foolishness.

I met Veronica at work, which these days is usually the death knell for any relationship. Say the wrong thing once and it’s Sexual Harassment up the wazoo. I’m convinced that the feminists want to kill dating altogether and they’ve browbeaten the Politically Correct weenies in government and business into their insane view of the world. Modern company policies and handbooks do their best to discourage workplace romance in all of its forms.

Doesn’t that just make perfect sense? The one place you spend the greatest part of your life outside of your own house is the one place a single wrong word can bury you. Not every place sees it like this. In Japan, for example, the “Escalator Girls” exist solely to greet the young salarymen at the bottom of each escalator. It allows them to each assess the other, and let things take their natural course, but not so often here.

I got by these restrictions because I've been an outside contractor here for nearly a year now, and Veronica is the new temp two rows over and one section down. The rules don’t apply to either of us as long as neither of us files a complaint.

I can’t tell you why I find Veronica so downright irresistible. It hit me the first time I saw her, and it hasn’t diminished since. She has a nice face, and brown hair that is neither curly, nor straight. Her height is an average five-foot-seven. Her breasts are a bit on the large side, and very nicely rounded under the button-up sweaters she likes to wear, but nothing like you’d see in Playboy. Normally she wears long dresses and average shoes, although one memorable, unseasonably hot day she wore hot pants and mid-heels, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. She hasn’t done that again.

Other than that she’s pleasant and quite friendly, and I take special care to not interfere with her getting her work done. Lately at night I can’t get her out of my mind, and have jacked-off while imagining myself holding her more than once.

Chapter 4—Gathering Intelligence

I’ve started paying attention when she talks to the other women. They can ask her questions I never would dare.

Through them I’ve learned that Veronica dates, but has no steady boyfriend. In fact, she never seems to date anyone for more than a couple of weeks at most, and commiserates with the rest of the women about how much she’d like to have a steady boyfriend and a husband some day. She’s twenty-seven, which is an ideal age to get married.

Chapter 5—Building Bridges

I started spending my time building my bridges. I asked her about the weather, and how work was going, rather than questioning if she was out of her last relationship, and wouldn’t she rather be out having fun than sitting at home—and sleeping—alone.

She laughs at my jokes, and we both console ourselves on the one topic we both have in common: How we don’t get any of the benefits the regular employees here receive. Then she turns back to her keyboard to enter the next document, and I return to my own cube to resume my programming and testing.

Then today I had her laughing at the latest Dilbert, which so totally describes our joint situation that I’m convinced Scott Adams is secretly living in the next cubical over. I followed up while the feelings were still running happy by asking how life was treating her, and saw her face flicker with the same sadness I always see when she tells the “other girls” about the breakup of her latest relationship.

I put it all together and leapt before I could stop myself.

“Hey, Veronica. Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

After a moment’s hesitation she replied, “Yes.”

I hadn’t even had the chance to tell her what I had in mind to do yet.

Chapter 6—Candy May Be Dandy, But Dinner is Better

With her unqualified acceptance under my belt, I immediately changed my plans. I was going to offer a movie as a non-threatening first date. We’d watch the screen together, very limited interaction, and have something to talk about afterwards. But she’d already said yes, so I went for more.

“Great,” I replied. “May I pick you up at seven?”

“Sure. What are we going to do?”

“Well,” I said generously, “Unless you have a food—or political—allergy of which I am presently unaware, I am going to introduce you to my favorite French Country restaurant, mademoiselle.”