Sadie slid out of the rental van and straightened the skirt of her light pink overall dress. Placing her hands on her hips, she leaned back, stretching out her spine. The day had been incredibly long already, and she wasn't done with it yet.
Her move from her parent's home to her first apartment was a big milestone in life. Living three hours away from her mother was a dream come true. She loved her mother, but damn, the woman could helicopter mom like the best of them.
Tightening her ponytail, she ran in her fingers through her streaky blond hair. Bright blue eyes glanced around the parking lot of the rental company. They noted her mother was pulling in and parking a few rows away. Sadie had been lucky to score a spot so close to the office building.
Jingling the keys in her hand, she reached back inside the van and snatched out her cell phone in a wallet case and tucked it in her pocket. Shutting the door, she hit the lock button on the key fob. There was no responding 'beep' as, at some point, that feature had been turned off. Sadie thought she heard the quiet 'click' of the locks and headed for the office.
God, she was tired.
She'd had her room at home packed already, but today, they had loaded the van. She'd driven the three hours to her new city and apartment. Then they unloaded the van, having to haul everything up two flights of stairs. Now she had to return the van or pay for an additional charge.
She noted a smudge of dirt on her skirt and shrugged. Sadie had worn the dress on purpose just to annoy her mother. It wasn't really moving attire as the skirt was too short, and she only wore a white sports bra under the bib and straps. She'd worn boy-short panties underneath just in case, though. No need to flash her ass at her mother.
Sadie had just turned twenty-two the day after graduating from college. Now she had a new job, a new apartment, and a life away from mom. Skipping her way to the office, she couldn't hold back a pleased grin.
Swinging through the door had her coming to an abrupt stop. It was full of men. Behind the counter were two guys in tired looking dress shirts. But on this side, there were two lines of all men, and none of them were young and cute. Tucking her chin down, she stepped into the shorter line and prepared to wait.
Twenty minutes later, she finally reached the counter. She'd texted her mom to let her know she'd be waiting a while. Facing the cranky-looking overweight guy, she flashed him a smile.
"Hi. I'm returning a moving van."
"Name."
"Sadie Maxon." She spelled her last name because that was always the next question.
The man with a name tag that said 'Tim' printed out a form. He placed it on the counter in front of her without even looking at her. "Fill this out."
Sadie picked up a nearby pen and looked over the form. It asked for the mileage on the van and the gas gauge amount. Biting her lip, she realized she hadn't even noted those things. "Um, I don't know this stuff. Do I need it?"
Tim sighed heavily. "Yes. You can go out and get it and bring the form back."
Glancing behind her, she found the line just as long as it had been when she'd entered. Leaving and coming back would mean another wait in line. Rolling her eyes, she tried again. "Is there someone that can come with me so I don't have to wait in line again?"
The guy finally looked at her. Sadie smiled at him and leaned on the counter, showing a tiny bit of cleavage. The bib of her dress covered most of her, but she did her best to look like a helpless female. With his eyes firmly on the small amount of boob he could see, Tim paused.
Sadie wiggled just a little and pressed her arms to her sides, pushing up her tits more. "Please, I've had a really long day, and I just really want to go home and have a nice hot bubble bath."
Without taking his eyes off her exposed skin, Tim reached for the phone. He waited a few seconds before barking, "Meet a young lady at the front door and help her fill out her intake form. Don't dawdle." He replaced the phone again without moving his eyes. "Someone will meet you and give you a hand."
Even though he wasn't looking at her face, Sadie smiled brightly. "Oh, thank you so much. You've been wonderful. You have a great day, okay?" She took the form and turned, heading for the door. Deliberately, she let her hips sway as she walked.
Once outside, she didn't have to wait long before a boy, younger than herself, showed up. He had sandy blonde hair and was barely taller than she was. He stumbled to a halt when he saw her, his eyes scanning her body and then settling on her tits.
No matter the age, men are the same
, she thought. "Hi, are you the one here to help me?"
She watched as he swallowed before yanking his eyes up to hers. They were a soft brown and Sadie thought they were pretty eyes. He only nodded and reached a trembling hand for the paper she held.
With a quiet chuckle to herself, she turned away and headed for where she'd left the van. While he walked behind her, she quickly loosened the straps on her bibs, letting it droop down, showing more cleavage. She was being naughty, but this guy was so damn cute.
But when she reached the spot where the van should be, Sadie stopped abruptly. The van was gone. Glancing around to make sure she was in the right row, she felt a panic rise. Twirling in a circle, she felt her breathing speed up. "Oh god, it was right here. I was parked right here. It's gone."
Her frantic eyes met the boy's confused ones. He looked at the empty spot, then back at her. His eyes dipped down to take in the expanded cleavage on display before jerking back up to hers. "Did you lock it?"
Sadie held up the keys. "I hit the fob button, I swear. But it won't beep. Oh, and when I unlocked it before, I had to hit the button a few times because it didn't work." She reached out and grabbed his arm, fear flooding her. "What if it didn't work again? Someone must have stolen it. What's going to happen?"
The boy licked his lips and glanced around the lot. Looking back at her, he blurted out, "Show me your tits and I won't say anything."
Jerking back, Sadie frowned, "What?"
Getting braver, the boy repeated. "The van's gone. But we got like hundreds in and out of here a day. I can make up some shit for the form and turn it in. But you gotta show me your tits. Just show 'em, I won't touch."
Taking a step away from him, Sadie stared at him. He was adorable, even if he was younger than her. "Just show you my boobs, and you won't say anything about the van being gone?"
He nodded a bit frantically.
"What's your name?" she asked softly.
"Morgan."
"How old are you? You're not jailbait, are you? I'm not going to get charged with statutory rape or anything, am I?"
He sneered a little. "I'm eighteen. I'll be nineteen next month. Wanna see my license?"
