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When The Cat's Away | Imhotep | 5

 

“I don’t mind, you girls have fun, and I’ll see in a few hours.” Gary said. He gave Bernie’s smooth, round ass a gentle squeeze as she slid out of the car. She responded by lightly slapping his hand.

“See ya later.” She said over her shoulder as she caught up with Lil, and headed towards the mall entrance.

Gary watched as the sexy duo walked in as the door swung closed behind them. He sat and considered his options. The warm sun felt good on his body, and he briefly thought about catching a catnap, but then quickly shrugged off the idea. He started the van, and before shifting it into drive, put his hand into the right hand pocket of his pants to see how much money he had. He pulled out a wad of crumpled green bills, and after smoothing them out, discovered that he had eleven one-dollar bills.

Eleven dollars would not be enough to cover the rest of the day, and whatever clubs Bernie might want to go to that evening. He sighed, and shifting the van into drive, pulled out of the parking lot, heading south towards the bank. It was a short drive of a little more than a mile, and Gary was happy to see that there were few cars in the bank parking lot. That hopefully meant that he wouldn’t have to spend any time stand in line waiting to see a teller.

When he walked into the bank, a rush of cool, leaning towards cold air assaulted him. Somebody in the bank had turned the air conditioning up full blast. Picking up a withdrawal slip, he filled it out for an even hundred bucks, knowing that he’d get paid next week. Looking over at the teller counter, he saw with a bit of disappointment that there were two people ahead of him. At the head of the line was a short, stoop shouldered man of about 80. He seemed distracted, and appeared to be paying little attention to the two customers being helped at the counter. Behind him stood a young woman of about twenty.

She appeared to be a businesswoman, or a secretary. Her hair was black as coal, and done up in a stylish bun on top of her head. Her skin was fair, and the red lipstick she wore contrasted with her clear complexion. Dressed in a black pinstripe suit jacket with a matching skirt that ended a few inches above her knees, she looked hot. Adding to the ensemble, her long sexy legs were encased in beige nylon, and her feet in shiny, black 3-inch heels. Adding to the whole secretary fantasy were the slightly oversized glasses she wore on her face. In sharp contrast to the old man, she was intently watching the teller windows for an opening.

Gary strode over to the line; anxious to get a closer look at the brunette’s shapely ass, and long legs. He wondered how they might look wrapped around his back. Glancing over at the teller’s counter, he noticed a customer leave a window, and head towards the exit. The old guy didn’t move, and the young businesswoman tapped him on the shoulder, and pointed towards the open window, and a waiting teller. Gary’s eyes looked in the direction of the open window, and saw that the slim, but well-endowed blonde behind the window was watching him intently.

She wore her long, straight golden hair down. It fell across her shoulders, and down her back, and was parted in the middle of her head. Her skin was light brown from the sun, and smooth. Her blue eyes twinkled at him and she smiled, showing a set of perfect white teeth. Small jeweled studs glimmered on her ears. He lowered his gaze, and saw that the top two buttons of her light blue blouse were undone, and gave him a pleasant view of the tops of her large, round breasts. It was apparent that he wasn't the only one that was cold, as her nipples were hard, and evident against the cotton blouse. He determined that he’d wait if he had to go to her service window.

The old man finally walked slowly towards the window, and the blonde winked at Gary as he took the final steps towards her. The brunette looked over her shoulder at him, and turned back around looking for an opening. Seconds later she dropped her small purse, and bent over in front of him, bending at the waist. The material of her skirt stretched, and went taut across her round ass. As she picked her purse off the floor, she flashed him an enticing smile. “Hi,” she said in a deep sultry voice.

 

Pursue the blonde? the brunette? neither?


          No time the bank's being robbed!

 
 
 

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