Steve Vince slide on a pair of glasses as he walked into the small shop looking around. He had a date tonight and knew that one could some times find jewelry at a cheap price in little shops like these after all most of the owners where not jewelers. Girls loved stuff like that. You give them something nice and there more likely to drop there panties. Steve had learned long ago that you get out what you put in so he was more then willing to drop a little doe on a girl he just wanted to fuck. After that he could care less.
His whole life was a ruse. He was a con artist and a good one at that. The sports car he was driving was acquired from a chop shop. He had simply posed as a dirty cop which was always a good con though one he knew not to use to often. He would soon sell the car and buy something cheap yet legal. Right now the sports car was more of a chick magnet. Though he preferred luxury cars. It showed a little more class.
“Can I help you sir?” the shop keeper said.
“Yes where do you keep the jewelry?” Steve said in a friendly yet awkward voice.
“Right over here.” The friendly shop keeper said.
“Thinking of someone special?” He asked.
“Yea there is this girl. Oh I mean she is beautiful, heck if I know what she sees in me.” Steve said with a smile.
“Gosh there all so much.” He said as he looked at the shop keepers collection. He had a pretty nice assortment but it was clear this old man knew jewelry.
“Well I tell you what. This necklace here is nice but not overly expensive I think I gave the guy ten for it. Make it twenty and Its yours.” The shop keeper had bought his little act. He often times wore the glasses when he wanted to seem less intimidating. It was also a good trick to use on parents of girls he wanted to take out.
“You have yourself a deal.” He said fumbling for his fake wallet out of his back pocket which he only every kept fifty bucks in. It was the one he would let the pick pocket have.
“Tell you what here you go lad.” The shop keeper pulled out a bottle of Colagne. It was a high end brand probably about fifty dollars a bottle.
“This was in a briefcase I got today. I don’t think I could get anything for it but your girl might like the smell.” The old shop keeper said.
“Can I give you something for it.” Steve said trying to be nice. He liked this old guy.
“No just take it.” The shop keeper said. He rung up Steve and gave him back some change. And then Steve went on his way. |