Pacifica. It was a place paradoxically renowned for being at the forefront of<b>the </b>technology booms and also roasted for its hyper sexualized culture. In Jake's circles, mostly guy friends highly interested in any tech, it came up as often as from 'wow moments' from an article just read or a factoid shared as it did as fodder for bawdy jokes.<br/><br/>When he had got the internship at one of Pacifica's New York offices his friends teased him about going after the M&Ms, a joke about the urban myth that that green candies were potent sexual aids. Some of his friends had seemed almost heartbroken to hear that Jake hadn't seen any green women at the office. Jake figured that was ok, as it was some of the women that did come through were enough to make you forget your name or how to walk and talk.<br/><br/>Still Jake credited it as where and when his luck had really changed. He got his college credits for interning, he narrowly avoided getting heartsick over crushes that hardly seemed to pay him any attention. And when his internship finished some gorgeous woman had found him at the wifi cafe he frequented after classes and gave him a night that still lived luridly in his memory. It was hard to think about that night without blushing or getting stiff.<br/><br/>It was almost too much really, so much that he hesitated, for several tormented hours, before answering the email with job offer. He said yes. Really how could he say no,? He had a pulse after all, and there was no girlfriend who would be threatened by the job.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The trip had been unpleasant in the extreme. Jake had a case of nerves like it was the first day of school and it took him most of the trip until he had finally managed to calm down. He had mercifully got some sleep on the last leg of the flight so he wasn't a complete wreck. For the ride from the airport he was just like everyone: a tourist in awe of the shinning metropolis.<br/><br/>He was still in awe of the skyline as he exited the train with a duffle bag over one shoulder and a laptop bag over the other, the straps crisscrossing across a fit torso. He almost couldn't believe it: he was in Pacifica. He had promised to get a picture of an M&M for the guys back home and almost as if the thought had summoned them up, a dozen goddesses, some green, some more of normal flesh tone were before him. Wow he though, forgetting the cityscape. It was a strain to pulls his eyes away for the gorgeous women. He exhaled up into the air through lips forming an 'o.'<br/><br/>Get a hold of yourself Jake this is your new normal. He shook his head and despite the nerves a smile bloomed on his smooth face. "You made it you lucky dog." Then he recalled: didn't the letter say someone was going to pick me up. He glanced around and felt about three feet tall when he realized the beautiful women were holding tablets with names on them.<br/><br/>Trying to look casual he strolled back in front of the women and turned. He was lost in a sensual eyed face for a moment, just smiling dopily. Then he looked down to her placard. Not his name. Perfect bodies, perfect breasts swam in his vision and reading names became difficult, but then his named jumped out. He looked up into the woman's face and swallowed. Holy shit an M&M!<br/><br/>"Umm, Hi..." he said, suddenly projecting his voice just a little too loudly. He cleared his through and pointed to her tablet, "I'm Jake..."<br/><br/>Realizing he was probably staring he looked away. He hadn't remembered when his face had gotten hot.