Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Los Angeles, California
Scratchy noises were produced from the steel pieces of the shopping cart banging together over the black concrete surface down below. It rattled while pushing it forward, exiting the parking lot to push it back towards the other shopping carts outside the store. Wind blew in the afternoon hours, but it wasn't strong enough to defeat the heat of a hot day outside of L.A. Greg knew all about those days as this had been his fourth year of working at Ray's Supermarket. Some days were spent out in the parking lot collecting the buggies that were discarded and left out there by customers who didn't bother returning them to the store's building. It wasn't something that bothered him personally, as it was simply part of the job with his hours.
At twenty-eight years of age, he didn't expect to find himself working minimum wage like this after college. It was better than nothing, as this job at least beat having to move back in with his parents across the country. Traveling to California to go to a university was supposed to be a dream come true, at least he remembered it that way over eight years ago. Those memories were not something Greg enjoyed dwelling on. He at least had good times before dropping out of college with student loan debts accumulated through the roof. A short career in marketing had come to an end once he ran out of money to pay fees, all the while taking time to indulge in a bit of joy found within bottles of wine and gin. Immediately after dropping out of college, he had wasted a year partying in the local nightclubs outside L.A. with friends all before crashing down with the stark reality of what it meant to work for a living.
Ray's Supermarket wasn't an ideal job for a career, but it at least beat having to work in the city. That was one way Greg liked to think about it, even though he didn't hold the job dearly with any sense of pride. The bright red lettered sign hanging over the building had become something engraved in his mind now after these years of spending most of his days there. Only this past year had he finally received a raise of five dollars after four full years with little health and vacation benefits. That was life, as he had been told. The eagle flew on Thursday now for pay checks rather than the traditional Friday. It wasn't hard to live off a few hundred dollars per week with a good apartment outside the city. Just as long as Greg didn't indulge himself in buying bottles of wine to go crazy on the weekends. It was difficult to find any hope in the future, knowing that most of his earnings went straight to bills and paying off the heavy student loan debts he still owed.
With a tall but skinny frame, Greg had managed to gain a bit of muscle from working out in the past three years. After taking his job at the supermarket, he had become friends with a coworker there who offered him membership at a local gym. That led to finding a new hobby in working out and cycling on a stationary bike. Unable to afford a car and relying solely on the bus stops to get around town, Greg spent a few hundred dollars on a mountain bike. He had planned to use the bike in the future for mountain trails and potential hiking across California's beautiful hills, but for now it was used to and from work. A store manager offered a chain to padlock down the black bike down outside the building so it wouldn't stolen. Every day, he would arrive to work. Slicked back short black hair; clean shaved face beneath his dark brown eyes and always in the navy blue shirt and white pants that made up his work uniform.
The days always came and went regardless if it was an eight or ten hour shift, fun times didn't come with work hours. Greg would avoid working in the deli, only because his co-workers there liked to gossip about every person that came into the store and went. Last year he worked there, specializing in bakery and had begun to grow accustomed of the usual customers during the week solely for the demands they had for cakes and other dessert to be ordered. Working anywhere for a long period of time, you would eventually grow to recognize familiar faces that come in during the week. There was always one specific woman that Greg had to do a double-take upon witnessing as a customer when she would come strutting into the store and grabbing a shopping cart.
That woman stood tall, similar to his height with long golden hair and angelic blue eyes. A beauty mark above the right side of her upper lip was visible, but most attention of eye sight went down below when she came in wearing low cut tops to reveal a massive cleavage in the open. She always had something of a lovely smile across her face, displaying such a level of confidence when strutting her thick hips. Any man like Greg who had seen the centerfolds and spreads of old Sports Illustrated Swimsuit editions would recognize Kate Upton for her beautiful face and curvy figure regardless what she was wearing. She would often enter the store every few weeks, always once a month. Greg wasn't sure when she began to shop there, but it was almost funny to him that this woman was a local customer and seemingly lived close by.
Memories always flashed through his mind of days in college. Every hot blooded male in the dorm had at least one copy of a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition with Kate Upton on the cover. Greg thought back to those days of flipping through the pages of her Antarctica photoshoot. He would be lying to himself if he denied how many times he indulged himself in lust through the art of masturbation while gazing at those photos. Even better was her later photo shoots, especially one for the year of 2014. The first time Kate had stepped into the super market a last year, one of the men working in the deli recognized her. It didn't take but an hour into that day for gossip to spread through the kitchen of all the guys talking about her. Greg could remember that first day, as he was the one who had the privilege of checking her out as she requested a cake.
It was a moment he could never forget, thinking to himself that he managed to bake a cake for the one and only Kate Upton as part of his job at work. She wore a white blouse that day, revealing her busty cleavage to wandering eyes and with her hair all neatly fixed up. Seeing that soft smile upon her lips and uttering the simple words of 'thank you' had made him blush while glancing back at her. The effect of that first meeting had begun to wear off as Kate made herself into a usual customer, at least once a month. She always entered the store alone, sometimes wearing tight yoga pants that gave Greg the impression she was just leaving the gym, other times in casual dresses or jeans and shirts. For a woman of her status and with wealth, Greg sometimes wondered why she bothered shopping locally. Maybe it gave her a break out of town, not having to remain concerned about the watchful eye of paparazzi photographers.
Whatever the case was, Greg didn't ponder on it too much until he noticed Kate's vehicle sitting alone in the parking lot. She always arrived in a black Cadillac Escalade. The chrome rims made it easy to identify in a distance. While glancing at the car, Greg just pushed his thoughts of Kate to the back of his mind for now while gathering the last remaining shopping carts that had been left in the parking lot by customers leaving. From the distance, he could soon hear the rattling screech of wheels hitting pavement. Another customer had to be leaving the store. Turning around, Greg caught sight of the woman herself. Kate Upton standing tall in a black dress beneath a matching dark leather jacket. The top was a low cut blouse, putting her busty cleavage proudly on display underneath. Wearing a pair of black sunglasses over her eyes and her hair fixed up in a ponytail, Kate turned to look his way and smiled, waving her left hand towards him.
By natural instinct, Greg smiled and waved back to Kate. Her heels clacked down onto the pavement below, barely audible from the rustling screeches of the shopping cart she was pushing. Paying her no attention, he gathered the last two carts that had been left out by previous customers and began to push them together. Seeing Kate in the parking lot, it was a natural decision to stick around and wait to see if she would dispose of her own cart. When Greg turned to glance towards Kate, she had the left side back door of her Escalade open and appeared to be stacking her bags in the seat. She came to a halt momentarily, looking at him from beyond the tinted window. He couldn't make out if she was smiling or not, but the outline of her figure was visible. Stepping towards her vehicle, Greg figured he would take Kate's buggy from her as she drove away.
As he stepped his way towards Kate, a red car drove through the parking lot, diverting his attention. Greg gripped the metal bars of the carts stacked together, pushing them off to the side so the car could make it's entrance through and park on the opposite side. When he turned to look back at Kate, she had already placed most of her bagged goods in the van and shut the door. The driver's side door was open and her buggy sitting there awaiting his attention to the side. She had moved her glasses up over her head, gazing back at Greg with her big blue eyes. Kate had curled her soft lips into a grin, then glanced down, hinting to him that she had left something in her shopping cart. When he looked down to see what it was, Kate turned her eyes to him. A black leather wallet was left behind in the front of the shopping cart. Quirking her eyebrows, she didn't utter a word while climbing into the driver's seat of her van and slamming the door shut.
Why would she leave behind her wallet and say nothing? Questions roamed through Greg's mind as he watched Kate strap her seat belt in and crank up the engine to her Escalade. Before he could utter a word, she had already pulled out from her parking space and was heading off. Greg took a hold of the wallet, opening it up to find her driver's license right in the front. His heart began to race, knowing that he was clutching onto the driver's license and some credit cards belonging to the one and only Kate Upton. He shut the wallet, not wanting to dig through her personal belongings. Taking a deep breath, he opened it again and looked on the right side near the panels holding her cards to notice an address written down over the leather fold in silver marker ink. The writing all pretty curves, complete with Kate's phone number. With a choice to make, staying at work or returning her wallet himself, Greg slid it into his pocket and began to walk off.
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2 HOURS LATER
Wind blew through the streets with each passing second as Greg rotated his feet over the pedals of his bike. His choice had been made without notifying anyone back inside the supermarket, as he was bound and determined to hit the road and take this trip to the home of Kate Upton. Lucky for him with this being in the afternoon hours, there had not been much traffic once he got out of the four way and went in direction north west. Her address was on the far side of town, forcing him to navigate the streets for some time. Luckily for Greg, he had experience with the streets of Los Angeles, having rode his mountain bike up and through them on spare days off. As he took his time pedaling through the streets and navigating between cars, he thought about what her actions meant.
By leaving her wallet behind like this and the subtle look on her face, Greg had little doubt that Kate was playing a game of seduction. She knew him well enough from her visits to the supermarket to offer a friendly smile and wave at him from the distance. Kate knew what she was doing, as Greg could only figure that she anticipated him to arrive at her front door and bring her wallet back to her. One question that lingered through his mind was her trusting him as a stranger not to dig through her credit cards, but perhaps that was the chance a woman like her was taking when playing this kind of game. The tall hills were visible in the distance by the time he reached the upper class neighborhoods outside of Beverly Hills. Slowing down a bit on his bike, Greg marveled at the scenery and passing by homes he was certain he would never be able to afford in his lifetime.
The mail boxes were in a row down the turning street as the only indication Greg had to go by to know he was in the right neighborhood and heading towards the end of his destination. Once he reached the number that matched Kate's wallet, Greg slowed down almost to a halt. A set of large black steel gates were open, almost in a sense of invitation. Upon turning the front wheel of his bike, Greg spotted Kate's Escalade sitting in the driveway next to a Mercedes Benz outside the garage. He stopped his bike after entering beyond the gate and got off. After nearly two hours of working his legs while hunched over, it felt good to stand up straight. Greg propped the bike up against the wall of the gated entrance and then began to step his way over a path made of white tones leading up to the front door of this mansion home. Reaching down into his pocket, he pulled out Kate's wallet while raising his other hand to knock on the wooden door.
