What's worse? Waiting in line at the bank or waiting in line at the post office? Both suck, thought Bobby. It's funny how there seems to be no hurry into get people moving. I guess they figure they've got your money, they might as well take your time as well. Bobby Quiff had a wad of cash he needed to deposit, and decided to try his luck right after work, only minutes before the bank closed. Unfortunately, most people come to the bank during lunch or right after work and today was no exception. There's just no way around avoiding the rush. As Bobby entered the bank, he saw that the line was somewhat long and there were only two tellers. One was a hot middle-eastern looking women, and the other was a nerdy, young guy. Gee, I hope I at least get the chick, daydreamed Bobby. He made his way to the end of the line which also consisted of a few hot women, a buff guy, an old guy, a construction worker and another business guy like Bobby. Fortunately, the two hot chicks were at the end of the line, and Bobby had no problem standing behind them for awhile. Instantly, Bobby's nose told him that these two were strippers depositing their tips. Yeah, I'd like to deposit my tip in one of them, thought Bobby. It was obvious that stripper-perfume filled the air. That overwhelming fragrance of lust and stripper sweat loaded with female pheromones. This intoxicating smell sent Bobby's head swimming. At least this was better than standing behind the dusty construction guy.
Bobby stood patiently behind the hot blond with huge breasts, and actually stood as close as possible without looking like a stalker. After a long days work, Bobby yawned and rubbed his eyes. Boy, I'll get some good sleep tonight, Bobby contemplated. He sat his sunglasses down and looked for a deposit slip. He reached over by the blond to get a pen and a form, and by accident, knocked the pen to the floor. It rolled under the blond and Bobby hesitated for a moment to see if she noticed or moved. It seemed like she was not aware that the pen fell and just stood over it. Bobby decided to bend down to get the pen, and in doing so got a clear shot of the blonds thong. She was quite thin, and clean shaved so Bobby could make out the outline of her vulva and asshole. The blond leaned against her friend who was standing in front of her and positioned herself such that Bobby got even a better view of the outline of her luscious lips. This move somewhat startled Bobby and he abruptly stood up. As he quickly looked around to see if anyone else saw, he spotted a female bank employee looking at him from behind her desk. The smart looking women, Tawni, happened to be the afternoon manager and was somewhat of a pit bull. Bobby did notice her when he first entered the bank because she was locking the big door to the safe-deposit area and was scolding another employee for not knowing how to work it.
Bobby, feeling a bit embarrassed, went back to filling out the form. Geez, I hope she didn't really see me looking up the strippers skirt, thought Bobby. Well, what's the worst she could do to me? It wasn't on purpose. I can't help that these chicks wear ultra short skirts and thongs.
Just then, the blond in front of him turned around and asked if he was done with the pen yet.
"Ah, just one second," Bobby snapped back.
"I hate when there's not enough pens around." squealed the blond.
"I know. I guess people really need a pen and then steal them. There's two chains there that don't even have pens connected to them."
Bobby pointed to the chains on the table then finished filling out the form.
"Yeah, some people suck."
"Here you go." Bobby handed the pen to the blond.
"Thanks." The blond noticed Bobby's envelope of stuffed bills. "Hey, your wad is as big as mine," she said as she pulled out a stack of dollar bills from her purse. "You're not a dancer too are you?"
"No, no, no," stuttered Bobby. "I had a garage sale last weekend and I ended up with a lot of singles."
"Oh, cool. By the way, I'm Kassady and this is my friend Shawnee." Shawnee turned around to say hello to Bobby. "Hey."
"We work at the Blue Kitty down the street if you ever want to check us out." continued Kassady. "We both work the day shift, so you should can come by on your lunch break sometime." She finished filling out her form, then gave it to Shawnee.
"Sure. I can come by sometime. I've been there on a Friday or Saturday night before. It's a pretty nice place."
"Ya, it's nice to come at lunch time too, because it isn't as crowded and you can relax more. It can be more like a cattle call at night."
"True." nods Bobby. Finally the line moves forward as the old man slowly heads to the next available window. Just as the old man approaches the window, the middle eastern women tells him to wait and she leaves her desk. She actually comes all the way out to ask the manager something at her desk. The manager seems a little frustrated with her and walks her back to the tellers door. As she sends the teller back in, she gives her a little smack on the ass. Wow! That lady is some kind of bull dyke, or a very liberal boss. speculated Bobby. The manager made her way back to her desk catching Bobby's eye again. Bobby quickly looked away again. He couldn't really tell if this lady was attractive or not. She wore her hair tightly tied back, and a pair of black rimmed glasses hid her face. She wore a nice blouse and vest and a skirt to match. She looked very professional, yet somewhat seductive. The skirt was conservative yet only came down to the top of her knees, so there was plenty of leg to look at. As she sat down, Bobby slyly looked over at her again. This time she motioned for him to come over. Bobby looked around not sure she was motioning to him.
Great, thought Bobby. She's gonna threaten me with something now. She can't really do anything to me. I haven't done anything. I can't help that this place is all sexed up somehow. Bobby points to himself and the manager shook her head. Since he is last in line, he's not too worried about losing his place, so he walks over to her.
The manager extended her hand as he approached. "Hi. I'm Tawni, the manager here. Are you making a cash deposit?"
Bobby shook her hand. "Yes, just a deposit."
"Okay. I can help you then." smiled the manager.
Bobby felt relieved. She was just trying to help the line move along a little faster, though why did she start at the end, wondered Bobby. He handed her his envelope of cash and the deposit slip he had filled out.
"I had a garage sale last weekend and I have all this cash I don't want to carry around." exclaimed Bobby.
