"Tilk," she cooed in my ear before licking it. I cringed a little. "You are so hot since you got contact lenses. And I don't even care that your body's a little too thin."

Wow, nice. I felt real attractive. She--and I keep saying she because I was so nervous with her on my lap, I couldn't for the life of me bring up her name--was attractive enough for the both of us. The receptionist was a sure enough bimbo, if people still used that term. She stood to unbutton her blouse. My heart started pounding. I felt the roil of fire and smoke inside my stomach, or was it my lungs. Anyway, I was getting worked up. Keep your cool, Tilk. This has been a long, long time coming.

I did admit I was one hundred thirty, right? A long time to want a woman. I wasn't a virgin exactly, but I wasn't the most experienced guy either. A nervous dragon is a dangerous thing and I was already playing with fire letting this human girl get me worked up. I just kept telling myself, I can do this.

But the removal of glasses doesn't take away the nerd. Not that I had had to use glasses, but I was happy now to control my enhanced eyesight enough to not need the Coke bottles to tone it down. In fact, I zoomed in on what this girl was most, I'll say, appreciated for, at my office.

She seemed to think it would be best to strip me first before herself. "Hold on, ah ... um..." I muttered stupidly.

The girl giggled and ripped open my pants. If I didn't know better, I'd say she had powers of her own, super strength. Or maybe it was super speed. I was buck naked in two seconds. Now with my--cough--equipment hanging out and showing her just how lonely a guy I had been, I was really getting antsy. The fire rumbled in my chest. I had to press my lips together and try not to breathe to keep from blowing smoke in the air.

Her apartment was even smaller than mine. There didn't seem to be much more than a table with three chairs, and love seat in the corner. We sat in one of the chairs around the table.

"Uh, wouldn't we be more comfortable over at the love seat or in the bedroom?" I suggested.

She grinned. I don't know if she had been drinking or what. It wasn't like we had gone out a few times and now it led to this. She had strolled by my desk, ran fingers along the edge and had this come hither look in her eye. I had sat there scratching the back of my head and checking to see if behind me Jeff or one of the other guys with a little more meat to their bodies was standing there.

Pointing a manicured nail to my chest, she invited me to this two person party I wasn't sure I had the balls for. I was seriously terrified I'd injure her or myself.

At my question, she giggled. "Nope, this is where I want you, baby."

I squirmed. She parked on my lap, nuzzled my neck and then grabbed my pole. All hell broke loose. I jerked and blew out a ball of fire over her shoulder that set one of the other chairs on fire. The damn thing just happened to be holding my clothes she'd tugged from my body.

So there I sat with a beautiful naked woman on my lap, and my clothes on fire behind her. What to do, what to do.