*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Anja Irene Belkova pressed the 'Down' button for the elevator. Idly, she glanced around the small lobby of the third floor of Oakleaf Towers. Only four doors were visible, other than the shiny stainless steel doors of the elevators. The walls of the lobby were painted a soft ecru and the floor was covered in a deep pile beige carpet. Each door was a honey blonde wood in color and the condominium's highly polished brass numbers were on a small honey blonde wood plaque affixed to the wall next to each door. The common area itself was lighted by soft recessed lights mounted in the stark white ceiling and a wall sconce next to each door, just above the plaques lighted both the unit's number and the doorknobs and locks.
Between the two doors of the elevators was a small wooden table of honey blonde with a heavy crystal bowl filled with faux flowers. Anja again pressed the 'Down' button, even though she knew it was a futile gesture. She wondered whom had picked the particular flowers and the crystal bowl and wondered if each floor had identical bowls and identical flowers arrangements, or was each floor given their own bowl, something to set each floor apart.
Finally, the elevator door opened and Anja stepped into the tiled box. She looked at the lighted panel and pressed 'GL' for the 'Ground Level.'
Checking her watch, Anja saw that she'd only wasted ten minutes in Jesse's third floor condominium. Their four week tryst had not been a complete waste of her time; they'd eaten some good meals, they'd had pretty good sex, they'd enjoyed one another. But, just like many men, Jesse seemed to think that their sex was more than just the physical act.
"On Valentine's Day, of all days," Anja thought as the doors began to close. "He plans to introduce me to his Mommy on Valentine's Day?"
Just before the elevator's doors slid noiselessly shut, Anja again looked at the door for Jesse Aubriest's unit. She gave an amused smirk; in just a few moments, she'd been able to see the incestuous feelings Jesse had harbored for his mother, and the reciprocal feelings Jessica Aubriest had for her son. How had those two, seemingly intelligent people been so blind to their own desires?
Anja was glad she'd never given Jesse her real name. She danced under the name of Angel Waller, and Jesse believed that was her name. Tuesday afternoon, before she went into work at Nv, the Gentlemen's Club she danced at, Anja planned to buy another burner phone from the Quickie-Mart; she never gave any customer her real name or phone number. The only people that had Anja's real cell number were Pho Dim, her housekeeper, Theresa White, her attorney, Ferguson O'Malley, her accountant, and Chaivon Atchley,, her financial planner with Great Oak Savings & Loans.
Stepping from the lobby into a warm Texas evening, Anja again looked at the Natural Peak Grocers. Through the plate glass windows she could see a few customers pushing tiny grocery carts around and saw many employees with the green and white blouses milling about. Whit a shrug, Anja stepped into the cool, almost cold interior of the store.
The floors and walls were gleaming white. The fluorescent lighting was harsh. But the first thing Anja noticed was the clean smells; she could smell the abundant produce, could detect a note of earthy aroma as well.
"Hi! Welcome to natural Peak; need any help?" a mannish looking behemoth asked.
"No, thank you," Anja smiled a tight lipped smile.
For her Valentine's Day date with Jesse, Anja had worn a white corset and blood red miniskirt. Her sleek legs were encased in sheer red stockings with a line running up the backs. Her feet were jammed into blood red four inch heels. The chilled air in the grocery store had Anja's nipples prominently poking through the satin material of her corset.
Anja's pinkish blonde hair reached to just below her perfect buttocks, framing her angelic oval face with large blue eyes, slim nose and cupids bow lips. Her high cheekbones alluded to her Russian heritage, as did her athletic body.
At five feet and eight inches, Anja was not a small, dainty woman. Her 34DD breasts were well proportioned to her height, her 27 inch waist tapered into her 32 inch hips and perfectly rounded buttocks. Her legs were long, well-formed legs that drew much attention, whether in tight jeans or short skirts, like the miniskirt she now wore.
Even in her four inch heels, the store employee towered over Anja. Anja looked at the woman's nametag and red 'Gabby' just over the woman's left breast. The nametag identified Gabby as one of the store's managers.
"No, thank you, Gabby, but if I need anything, I'll let you know," Anja said and grabbed a small cart.
The produce section had a good selection of fruits and vegetables. Little signs stood in the center of each display, announcing that all their fruits and vegetables were organic, with no herbicides or pesticides used. None of the selection were genetically modified organisms.
'We guarantee it!' the bottom of each sign proudly declared.
Anja found some Granny Smith apples and carefully selected a few. The display of Honey Crisp apples beckoned and Anja selected a few of the delicious apples, carefully putting them into her buggy.
Anja idly traversed the aisles, not recognizing much of what she saw on the shelves. Her seductive outfit garnered her much attention from store employees and customers alike. Anja knew how to tune out the sidelong glances and blatant stares of others, though.
In the north-west corner of Natural Peak Grocers, Anja discovered the grains selection. Looking into the golden brown eyes of the beautiful girl behind the counter, Anja faltered in her step. She felt a jolt of electricity pulse through her body as she looked at the young employee.
Even as her hair was obscured by a heavy mesh hairnet, the girl's eyebrows told Anja that the beauty had light blonde hair. Her brown eyes were large, 'the eyes of a doe, Anja's mother would have declared in her clipped Russian tongue. A slim nose and high cheekbones made Anja wonder if Trish, the nametag said 'Trish,' had any Eastern European, perhaps Russian blood in her. Her light pink lips were pouting as she stood, waiting.
Anja wished she had not 'forgotten' to wear panties; looking at Trish's beautiful face and full, round breasts that stretched the uniform blouse taut had Anja's excitement coursing down the inside of her thighs. Involuntarily, Anja clamped her legs together.
"Hi," Trish smiled, revealing straight, white teeth. "First time here? Our grains are all non-GMO, one hundred percent herbicide and pesticide free. We stone grind it, right here, right in front of you."
"Hmm," Anja mused, now looking more closely at the several bins in front of her. "Oh! Barley! My mother, she used to make these barley loaves; oh, I hated them!"
"And now? Would give anything to have one?" Trish guessed, smiling widely.
"You're a mind reader?" Anja smiled. "I'd like two pounds of the barley, and, let's see, whole wheat? Well, I just have to have that, don't I? Two pounds of the wheat and hmm, one pound of that rye, please."
"Yes ma'am," Trish smiled, pulling on a fresh pair of plastic gloves.
She scooped the whole wheat into the scale and added a little more. Then, dumping the scales contents onto the stone table, Trish moved the heavy mill stone over the wheat kernels. One hand moved the stone while the other hand brushed the wheat into the path of the quite large stone.
After cleaning the table and stone, Trish then measured out two pounds of barley.
Putting her three cloth bags into her cart, Anja looked at the aisles; reading the plaques announcing the contents of each aisle. With a shrug, she turned and again felt a spasm of excitement ripple through her belly as she looked into Trish's warm eyes. Again, she clamped her thighs together.
"I uh, so, which aisle would have the honey?" Anja asked.
"Honey? We, ma'am, this is a vegan store," Trish said. "We don't have any animal products here."
"Oh!" Anja said, blue eyes wide. "I, huh!"
She leaned close to the blonde beauty. Trish leaned over the counter toward the strawberry blonde customer.
"I, are you, you're not into that vegan stuff, are you?" Anja whispered.
Trish looked past Anja. She could see Gabby ''straightening' a display, attention focused on a young female employee. There were no other employees within earshot.
"No. Not really," Trish whispered in a low voice. "I mean, I kind of got into it; I'm lactose intolerant so I just love our almond milk and the soy cheese, but all that other stuff?"
"Lactose, oh, okay," Anja nodded and indicated her buggy. "So when I make my apple pie, you won't be able to have any ice cream with it, hmm?"
"We sell almond milk ice cream substitute, aisle nine right there," Trish smiled widely, pointing toward the freezer section of the store.
