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Ann bounced up and down, unable to contain her excitement. Her uncontrollable giggle became infectious, affecting all those that were around her.
"Is she always like this?" the salesman asked Neil as he tried to complete the paperwork.
"I don't know, Ryan. This is new for us. We've never done this before, at least as a couple," he replied, smiling at his wife as he held Owen in his lap.
"Family," she sang happily, her smile lighting up the small office.
"Yes, babe... as a family," he laughed.
"Well, this is all about us as a family, isn't it?"
"No, you're right. I was just talking about the purchase. We've never done this together."
"I can't believe how much fun I'm having," she grinned.
"Yeah, this paperwork is a hoot," Ryan laughed. "I have to tell you, Ann, I've been doing this a long time, and you might be the most enthusiastic customer I've ever had."
"Well why not? This is exciting!"
"Well I'm glad you feel that way. And I'm glad you showed up today. I can't tell you how much you've changed my life."
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For what it was worth, it was the least stressful vehicle purchase Neil had ever experienced. But that was because Ann had put so much effort into it ahead of time it took most of the surprise out of it.
He had promised her they could get a new car after the first of the year. Actually, he said that he'd consider it once they knew where they stood with their taxes. But having filed as soon as they could, they were pleased to actually be getting a pretty nice return coming their way, thanks in part to having another deduction because of their child.
With all of that in mind, he told her they could go ahead and get something more family friendly, as both of their cars were of the two-door variety, which made it almost impossible to deal with Owen and his car seat. Not to mention all of the things a baby needed whenever they seemed to go anywhere.
Thrilled at the prospect, she threw herself into it, looking at the idea of buying a new car as a challenge, wanting the best value along with the best safety features. She knew their budget, so she began researching. She bought several auto magazines, and went about making stops at local dealerships, picking up pamphlets and brochures. There was a trip to several places to get estimates on what her car would be worth on a trade in... which was much higher than she expected because of the immaculate condition she kept it in.
By the time she got Neil involved, she'd zeroed in on several choices. One was what she wanted, and there was a second one that she'd be okay with if they couldn't make a deal that made sense. There were a couple lesser options that she had information on, but she hoped not to have to go that route. Still, knowing how excruciating the process could be, she had them as a back-up plan. At the same time, she was determined to make the buying experience different, and she had a plan on how to do it.
They set out on a Saturday morning, Owen in tow. She had a briefcase filled with information, looking like a business woman as she made her way to her car. She was wearing a stylish, sexy grey business outfit. The pleated skirt came to just above mid-thigh, accentuating her legs and ass. Her jacket was perfectly tailored to show off her chest and slim waist. She had on a sheer red blouse that was more transparent than not, a part of her lacy black half-bra showing through. Her cleavage seemed more prominent than usual, what with the way her breasts where pushed up by the bra, and how the buttons of the blouse were conspicuously undone at the top. Slipping behind the wheel of her Honda in her sexy black heels, she started the car and backed out of the garage.
Neil was a bit surprised by what she was wearing, considering he was wearing jeans. He did have the foresight to put on a yellow button-down shirt, but he'd left it un-tucked. His brown shoes at least gave him a higher profile than his Nikes would have, but he felt underdressed compared to his wife.
"Should I have worn something else?" he asked as he looked at his attire along the way.
"You look great. Why?"
"Because you look like you're going to a board meeting. I look like I'm going to a keg party."
"Neil, you should know better than to compare what you wear to a woman. We're always thinking differently. Besides, this isn't about you. It's about us."
"You're still dressed like some hot executive. And I'm dressed like --"
"You really think I look hot?" she winked.
"I
always
think that. But yes, you look incredible today."
"Thanks, baby. That's what I was hoping for."
"What are you up to, Anna?" he asked with an arched eyebrow, sensing a bit of mischievousness in her manner.
"I'm about to buy a new vehicle. They have
their
tactics. I have mine."
"And just what does that mean?"
"You'll see," she smiled, driving with a purpose like she already had a destination in mind.
She did of course, because she was prepared. It seemed more and more to him that it had become a running theme in her life. She'd always believed in being ready for anything, but since having a baby, she'd had to become even more organized in her life. It was a struggle at first finding balance between being a mother and a wife, not to mention wanting to be a bit slutty every chance she could. That took planning, finding ways to make each one work with the other. In doing so, she'd learned the value of thinking ahead more than she ever had before; taking something she already excelled at to a whole new level.
Pulling into a Dodge dealership was a bit of a surprise to him. It wasn't one of the car brands she'd discussed in passing, but he let that go. She obviously had a plan, and he knew enough not to interfere. After all, whatever they were going to purchase was going to be
her
vehicle, and she needed to be happy with it. While he worked to extract Owen from his car seat, she grabbed her briefcase from the behind her seat.
"I'll meet you inside, baby. I want to find the right salesman."
"The
right
one? Does that imply there's a wrong one?"
"Yes it does. Take your time... it's a beautiful day outside. Why don't you browse around the lot for a while? I want to pick him out before you come in."
His confusion was evident in his voice. "Pick
him
out? I thought we were here to buy a car."
"We are, silly. But that doesn't mean there isn't a right way to do it. And it starts by picking out a salesman that's willing to listen to reason."
He chuckled at her phrasing, afraid to ask what she meant. She was in a playful, happy mood, and he wasn't going to spoil it by interfering. He knew her well enough to know she had a plan, what with how she was dressed and the briefcase she was carrying. Instead he went about extracting Owen from the car seat as she strutted into the showroom, deciding to let her have her fun, whatever that may be.
She walked with an air about her that was unmistakable. While the circumstances weren't anything like what she'd experienced a few months before, her mindset was the same as when she approached the ten naked men at the conclusion of the Super Bowl party. She felt confident and self-assured, totally prepared for what she was about to do. And she exuded sexuality with every step, her breasts bouncing underneath her sharp jacket; her hips swaying provocatively as she burst through the door like a windstorm.
Much like that memorable night at Carol and Barry's house, she became thrilled at the attention she immediately drew. She stood stoically by the entrance, scanning the room, smirking sexily as heads snapped in her direction. It was exactly the reaction she'd hoped for, feeling the eyes on her as she began casually strolling about, pretending to look at the cars and trucks inside the large showroom area.
One by one she was approached by salesmen, attracted by more than just a prospective customer and the sale that might go along with it; her pheromones calling out to them like a homing beacon. Most of them were young, trying to make their mark in the business. Yet she dismissed her would be suitors, simply ignoring the timid ones while brashly brushing off the more aggressive sort.
And then there was the most arrogant, a cocky guy in his mid-twenties that put a premium on his appearance. He showed up at her side more like she was sitting at a bar than looking at a window sticker, her briefcase on the floor beside her as she perused the information.
She'd seen his type a million times before during her time in California, sizing him up even without looking directly at him. Just the way he'd sauntered toward the car made her want to crawl underneath it. He was by all accounts what she described as a player; a self-proclaimed 'God's gift to women'. Yes, it was a snap judgment, but she'd been in similar situations too many times not to see him coming from a mile away. And her defenses went up, just like they would have if she'd been in that bar.
Clearing his throat annoyingly to get her attention, he went into his smooth introduction. "Hey there, I'm Bruce. And you are?"
"Surprised," she replied, never taking her eyes off what she was reading.
Her comment caught him off guard, and he found himself without the witty response he was planning on using. All he could think of was to ask, "Uh... by what?"
Turning, she went on the offensive, giving him a quick wink. "How long it took you to approach me."
His confidence returning, he leaned against the top of the car, turning his body to face hers in a way that was anything but sexy. Yet she could tell that's what he thought he was doing. "Yeah, well, I have to let the other guys have their shot sometimes."
Her eyebrow arched as she resumed reading. "Their shot, eh? Seems pretty risky."
"Not really. They're inexperienced. What you want is someone that knows his way around the showroom."
She playfully threw her hair over her shoulder, offering him a better view of her cleavage. "I don't know. Sometimes the ones that are less experienced make up for it by being very attentive to your needs."
"Not to worry. I excel at reading what people want. Like this car here. I don't think this is what you're interested in at all."
"No? What makes you say that?"
"You strike me as the type of woman that wants something bold; something with more power. You want something that can drive all night and still have a lot in the tank for the next morning."
She had to stifle the cackle that was trying to burst from her chest. He was playing her just as she thought, actually using a cheesy pick up line, having decided early on that her appearance told the entire story of who she was and why she was there.
"Are we talking about this car, or you, Brucie?"
His crooked grin gave away his thoughts. Not only was he thinking he was going to sell her a car, he was a shoe-in to get one of the side benefits his job sometimes offered. "You read me like a book. I still didn't catch your name."
"That's because I haven't offered it yet."
"Ah... playing coy. I love that in a woman."
"Customer."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm a customer, Brucie. I'm here to buy a vehicle. Or did you not figure that out from me reading the sticker on the car?"
"Well yeah, of course you are. Why else would you be here?"
"Well, it could also be to get laid." Her reply floored him, especially when she followed up with, "I have a friend that bought a car here a month or so ago. She... recommended you."
Her syrupy voice made his cock flinch in his pants. His mind raced, trying to recall who it might have been. In truth, it had been much longer than that since he'd gotten lucky enough to score with girl who'd purchased a car. But he went along with it for appearances, not wanting her to think she had the wrong guy.
