She had an important appointment to have that day. She hurried out of the house not to miss it. She had to walk down 3 flights of stairs of the mold-covered building. The sound of her high-heeled shoes echoed through the building. The woman living in the basement flat knew from the sound of the high heel shoes that it was Amber.
When Amber looked at her watch, she realized that she had only ten minutes until her appointment. She called immediately to inform them that she would be late. She caught the taxi waiting on the corner of the street.
"We're going to the City Hall."
The taxi driver was staring at her intently, she was aware of it acutely. Whenever she is in a new place or meets new people, or even passes someone on the road, she would attract people's attention.
About twenty minutes later she arrived in front of the City Hall. She got out of the taxi, straightened her black tight skirt that had already raised up, and she straightened out where she thought needed ironing. She cleaned her hands with a wet wipe and cologne as she walked to the front of the impressive building next to the city hall.
She was clearly late for the appointment. Although she always praised the careful attention to be organized, she could never be successful in such matters. Although there were rare moments when she was successful, they were just exceptions.
She entered the gorgeous building. She nodded to the receptionist as a greeting and headed for the elevator. The elevator was almost as big as its bathroom. Taking the elevator alone and looking at herself in the mirror all the way to reach the arrival was one of her greatest joys in life. She did not know a more remarkable woman than herself. It wasn't about beauty, it never was. All she wanted was to always dress elegantly, to look as clean as possible.
Anyone who saw Amber could not have imagined she would live in such a ruinous place. She had reached the seventh floor after staring at herself for a long time in the elevator, as she always did. She knocked on the door to get in.
"You can come in." said an old lady inside.
As Amber entered, she felt the shyness of being already late. Although that became one of her personal traits, in some cases it was very difficult to get rid of the embarrassment. The woman in the room was quite used to Amber's delays. She greeted her with a smile. Regardless of her age, Amber always felt very comfortable around her. Amber closed the door. After staying inside for about 40 minutes, she left the room with a smile and closed the door.
Regardless, the most enjoyable part of that date came again. It's time for the elevator... She almost ran to the elevator. Luckily, again, no one was there. Looking at the mirror in the elevator, she freshened up her lipstick and wiped off her running eye make-up with a napkin. The necklace tucked between her big boobs seemed too much for her for the moment, and she took it off her neck and threw it into her bag.
She took one of the taxis in front of the town hall to go back to the house. It was almost dark. For Amber, the day was beginning now. She unbuttoned two more buttons on her transparent white shirt as soon as she got out of the taxi. She pulled up the black lace bra she was wearing under her white shirt, for customers to see exactly. Her boobs almost looked like they were going into her mouth.
Not long after, a man approached her. A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties who looked rather tired touched Amber's shoulder. Amber turned her head to the man, modeling her usual smile.
"Come on."
Without saying a more word, the man pointed to the red car on the other side of the street. The light from the car caught Amber's eyes. Amber walked towards the car. Although she tried to see the person inside, it was not possible for her to detect because of the films of the glass. She stopped in front of the driver's window. She looked and knocked on it. The person inside opened the car window. It was a man in his early 50s and as good-looking as his car, across from Amber with her two big boobs tucked in by her shoulders. The correct guess about his age could only be made because his hair was so white.
