"Running late! Dang it!"
Candi Palmer bounced down her staircase in a hurry. Wearing a turquoise bikini with a black pullover shirt that revealed her right shoulder while barely held up on her left. Cleavage as ever an eye full. The shirt stopped cold just above her belly button. From the shirt's hem it was total flesh outside of her G-string bottoms. White tennis shoes with no socks upon her feet.
After putting on her shoes she notices the package that was mistakenly delivered belonging to Gunner. Looking at it she snatches it up from the table next to the stairs.
"Hmm! Wonder why there's no last name? Just Gunther. No mention of who from neither. This guy is a frigging mystery. Aw well! Let's drop this off real fast and skedaddle."
Leaving through her back door after blowing a kiss at the camera above she shuffles to the adjacent property. Being so early she decides to just leave the package in front of the door. Before she could reach the first step down the porch the front door opens up.
"Oh! Hey Gunner. There was a package delivered to my house by mistake. I totally forgot it yesterday when you worked on Damian's Jeep. All yours. Gotta Jet."
She races away with a wiggle and jogs to work.
Gunner in his boxers and wife beater steps out on to the porch and eyes the box. With a squint against the sunlight he grows hesitant to touch it. He had a very bad feeling about it. Reason being, nobody but nobody knew where he had relocated to. Deciding to leave it there he heads back inside and locates his burner cell. One quick dial from contacts he growls, "I think they found me. Might need to vacate soon."
The voice on the other end cursed.
Mysteries deepen.
The jog across town drew a crowd. As ever the populace was becoming more and more used to her daily routine. What was sad is very few of them even knew her or where they might find her outside of the sidewalk before them. While still a good number of folks sneered at her taste in clothing, or rather the lack of, most found her worth a wave. Others playful. One gentleman in particular whom watered his flowers tried to shoot her each day in passing. Candi would giggle and point for him to behave. Today she chose to stop and say hello.
"Okay Sherwood Florist. That's at least four times you tried to squirt me. What's the deal?" She chuckles stopping in her tracks.
The man was at least 50 or older, still in his pajamas and bathrobe. Roughly 5'7 in height, 220 pounds, with brown hair sprinkled with gray.
"Just being friendly, young Lady." He winks and continues to water his flowers.
"Try saying Hello. Spraying me without knowing me makes me feel unwelcome."
"Oh, you're welcome." He turns his back to her.
"Love the flowers. You've got quite the green thumb. Your Wife must be proud."
"No wife." He grunts.
"Oh. Umm. Husband?" She jokes without thinking.
The man turns back to face her with a wince, "Don't think so. Just not the marrying type."
"Bet that's lonely."
He shrugs, "Can be. Why do you think I go out of my way to get your attention?"
Candi is surprised by his comment, "Oh, really?"
"Sure. I may be old but I'm not dead."
She grins sheepishly at him, "You know the forecast is calling for Thunderstorms. You should conserve the water. My name is Candi by the way."
"Travis." He nods to look up at the sky, "Clear skies right this minute."
"Calm before the storm. I need to get to work."
"You go to work like that?" He grimaces, "Work at the pool?"
"Nope. Fitness center. I'm the new Massage Therapist. Drop by sometime. If you get a membership I'll throw in a free ten minute massage."
He puckers his lower lip, "You make house calls?"
She stops cold without expression, "I never thought about that. Let me think about it. If I do I might charge more."
"Only money. I work from home. I don't get out much."
"Must be going around. My neighbor Gunner never leaves his house either."
"Gunner. Crazy name there." He appears curious.
"I guess. Spray me tomorrow. Bye for now."
Candi flutters her fingers and darts away. Travis had to step to the curb to enjoy her bare ass wagging from side to side. He hoped she might drop by later.
"Love those slingshot bikini's. Fire away Sexy." He growls feeling his crotch increase in size. After a moment he shakes his head and regains his thoughts.
From his bathrobes pocket he produces a cell phone. A quick redial he awaits a reply.
"Yeah, it's Me. She knows our target."
He listens to the other voice intently.
"Got it. She might drop by later. I put a bug in her ear about giving me a massage. Yeah, town Therapist. If I'm stranded in this hell hole of a town I might as well enjoy myself. Never know what I might learn from her. Keeping my distance from the target. Ready on your word."
Travis hangs up and looks to the sky, "Rain clouds in the distance. What do you know?"
Reaching the Fitness Center Candi sprints to the front door and steps inside. Shades raised into her hair she adjusts her eyes to the interior lighting. She frowns at nobody at the front counter. There were seven people working out. Of the seven there were three women. Slow beginning of the day. Luckily all seven were used to her behavior.
Shuffling through the fitness area she waves at each and every member. To certain men she reaches around her backside and slaps her ass with a wink. She loved getting the natives restless. Stashing her purse and outer shirt in her locker she strolls about looking for her employer Mark. Discovering him in his office with his girlfriend, Lisa.
"Good morning, Hot Couple. Everything seems under control while I was at my Dad's. I miss anything?" She leans on the office door jam.
Mark swiftly eyes Lisa and shakes his head, "Might as well fill her in. I know you're ready to explode."
Lisa hops off of his lap excitedly, "You will never guess what I did this weekend."
Candi smirks, "Whatever it is I bet I can top it." Recalling her Father having sex with her.
"Don't ruin my excitement." Lisa pouts.
"Sorry. I'm all ears."
Gritting her perfect teeth Lisa hisses, "Mark let me have a gangbang."
Dropping her jaw Candi decided not to tell her that she had her own gangbang of sorts. Instead she chose to bulge her eyes with surprise and stand up straight.
"You didn't." Mark grunts with a sly grin, "She did. I did. Let her that is."
"No way!" Candi offers a leery expression, "Not Mark Sterling. I thought you were going to tell me you two got engaged."
Lisa rolls her eyes, "Like that would happen. Of course he did shock me letting me do this."
"Slow down. One nervous breakdown at a time." He chuckles.
"How many guys?" Candi exhaled through her mouth with an interested gaze.
"Double digits." Mark beat Lisa to the punch.
Out of his immediate sight Lisa mouths the true number, "36"."
Candi stared with disbelief, "You whore. I'm so jealous. I only had like 8 guys." She attempts to count her fingers for confirmation.
"I was fisted too." Lisa giggles with excitement.
"Ouch. I've never--yeah, I'm jealous."
"We should do it together sometime." Lisa looks at Mark for a response.
Mark waves his hand, "Hey! Let's not forget your Man here."
Candi jumps at the chance to taunt him, "Okay. I'll fist you Mark."
"Like hell you will." He squints disgustedly, "Is that even possible? Fuck no."
The trio laugh as one when they hear a loud resounding strike of lightning. Their joy turns to temporary fear.
"That was close."
Loud rain suddenly pelts the roof above them. Mark decides to stand up and journey out of his office. The girls follow him to the lobby in order to look out at the dark clouds in the sky. Another roll of thunder accompanies a downpour.
"Flash flood warnings." One of the Members joins them with earplugs pulled from his hand radio.
"Business just went to hell." Mark frowns.
"Bet my first client doesn't show up." Candi shivers folding her arms over her chest.
As the torrent increases the remaining members file into the lobby to look outside. Each were feeling uneasy about being away from home. One by one they prepare to leave. As each apologize for abandoning them they brave the weather and head for safety.
Watching the visibility decrease they spot a single car turning in against the traffic. Wincing Candi eyes the oncoming car with hopeful excitement.
"Is that Rodney?" She plants her palms on the glass door.
Mark and Lisa decide to head back to his office as the lights flicker. He suggested candles just in case the power went out.
Candi became certain that the arrival was indeed her co-worker "Rodney Larsen" and dared to battle the storm. Darting out the front door she raced to his passenger door opening it with intensity. Preparing to jump in she found a rude awakening. Inside the car with Rodney sat a familiar face.
"Oh my God! Brandy? I almost sat in your lap." Candi winces at the downpour drenching her hair, falling over her eyes to blind her.
Within the car the waitress from the Pizza parlor over in Kingman, Missouri was shocked by her attempted entry. She chuckled at the blonds dance in the rain in her bikini. Finally, Rodney shook his head at Candi.
"Go back inside. We're on our way."
Candi took two seconds to hug Brandy then bolt back under the awning over the front door entrance. Shaking drops off of her arms and wringing her hair she holds the door open for Rodney and Brandy to make a break for it. Running quickly they zipped past Candi into the warmth within.
Meeting them within the three friends laughed about the unusual situation.
"Where have you been?" Candi points at Rodney.
"Where have you been?" He returns with a sneer.
"My Dad's for the weekend. You've been gone longer I hear."
"Needed a break from here. Came in for my paycheck." He looks around for Mark.
"He's in back with Lisa."
He fidgets, "She's hanging out here a lot these days."
"Works here part time. Remember?"
"Didn't really see that working out." He scowls.
Candi hesitates then uses an index finger to dart back and forth between he and the waitress. Brandy nods at her guessed question. Candi recalled telling the girl she would give her Rodney's phone number. Something she failed to accomplish. Over time she had let it slip her mind.
