This past Spring I had to take the car in for service. I took the day off of work. I told Nick, my husband, that my plan was to go to the dealership and then after, go shopping before coming home to make dinner. Having no idea what the work would cost, he handed my $500 in cash and told me that whatever I had left after the service bill I could use towards shopping. Nick treats me wonderfully and really gives me anything I want, within reason of course. He does have a way of making many things a goal with an incentive. In turn, I take these things as a challenge.
The dealership is familiar with me since we have bought a few cars there over time. In preparing for the trip I decided to dress down a bit more than I would typically. I wore jeans, sandals and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt...with no bra to harness my big boobs. I almost never go outside of my home without a bra on, but I had a plan. More cleavage equals more discount, right?
I had a scheduled appointment, so I just pulled the car in and handed the tech my keys and another guy entered my info at the computer. I noticed that many, employees and customers alike, were looking at me. At this point, the sweatshirt zipper was down only slightly. I get stares and attention normally, which of course I never mind and greatly enjoy. It's hot for me to know that, at 54, guys of all ages and some women find me attractive and desirable. I sat in the waiting room checking my email and messages. I also took a few selfies there and in the ladies room for Nick. I sent him a couple of zipper down, cleavage pix. Nick text, "Is that your plan to get a discount on the bill?" I just sent back a winky face emoji.
After a short while, the service department manager walked by and said, "Hi, Mrs. S." He didn't stop and continued to his private office. I got up and followed. I entered and closed the door behind me while he sat behind a large desk. It was one of those offices with windows and open blinds to view the waiting room and service areas. With a big smile, while leaning forward with my hands on his desk, I asked, "Barry, for your very favorite, loyal, sexy client, can you use your influence to get me out of here faster and at half the price?"