Hannah leaned her elbows on the counter and stared blankly out into the empty mall.
"Geez, could this night BE any slower?" she thought, letting out a big yawn.
She sat up straight and adjusted her navy blue suit jacket, and fluffed out her curly brown hair. That was the only bad part of this jewelry store job: the fact that she had to wear a suit everyday, and the SLOW ass business. The good part was that Hannah looked great in a suit, and she knew it. She was a thick girl, with long legs and large breasts. Even though she was fairly modest, she enjoyed wearing low-cut camisoles underneath her suit jacket. Her male customers tended to buy more when she wore them, she noticed.
She stood up and stretched, fighting back another yawn. Five minutes until closing time! Hannah checked herself out in the full-length mirror in the middle of the store. She planned on getting a bite and a drink at the local bar and grill across the street from the mall after work. She studied her rosy face in the mirror for a minute.
"If I were just a little thinner, I'd be pretty darn hot," she pouted. Actually, she was pretty darn hot anyway, but like most women she tended to be down on herself about her looks. Hannah wasn't slender by any means, but her cascade of curly locks, perfect white smile, and pouting lips gave her a sensuous air. Her round grey eyes looked far too innocent behind her little black spectacles. She always laughed when her boyfriend commented on her looking like a "naughty librarian".
When 9:00 came, she practically threw the jewelry into the safe. She flipped out the lights, set the alarm, and locked the store gate.
"Thank GOD I'm out of there. I need a drink something terrible."
She scurried to the parking lot and jumped in her little white car, zooming across the street to the bar. It wasn't a seedy joint, just a dimly lit restaurant with a sports bar in the center. Hannah sat down and ordered some food and a beer.
"Ahhhh, now that's what I needed," she sighed as she took a long swig from the bottle. But she never got to really relax, because suddenly she felt someone's eyes on her. Hannah immediately peered over her shoulder to figure out who was staring at her. There was a man, perhaps in his middle forties, sitting at a corner table very obviously looking at her like she was something good to eat. Hannah decided to ignore it; she was only a little uncomfortable, but not enough to make her self-conscious.
She finished her meal, and pushed away the plate, stifling a tiny burp. The bartender swooped it up along with her empty bottle. Hannah was in the middle of ordering another beer, when the gentleman in the corner stood up and strode over to the bar.
"Order whatever you'd like, this one is on me." He said taking a seat next to her.
"Oh, uh, thanks but you don't have to do that." She mumbled trying not to look him in the face. His gaze was becoming a little too intense.
"No, no my pleasure. You obviously need it; I saw how fast you drank the first one. Rough day?" He smiled. Hannah decided that he wasn't a bad looking guy, just not her type. And definitely too old for her; she just turned 21 four months ago and this guy had to be at least 40. He was slim, with slightly thinning blond hair and a moustache. He wore jeans and a pair of well-worn cowboy boots. He had a very wholesome look about him, a sort of All-American-dad thing going on.
"Um, well thanks. So who are you by the way?" Hannah giggled, taking a big drink.
"Oh, sorry! Yeah you might want to know whom you're talking to, huh? My name's Mitch. I come here almost every Friday night 'cause my ex gets the kids, and I get a break."
Hannah stifled a groan. Oh great, not only is he way too old for me, but he's got KIDS, she thought. That explains it. But she decided she had better be nice, since this guy obviously didn't get out much.
"So, Mitch..." Hannah smiled her cutest, "Do you usually hit on younger women and buy them drinks when you're kids are away?"
Even in the dim lighting, she could see him blush. For a second, Hannah felt bad. After all, her WAS being nice, and he hadn't used any cheesy pick up lines yet.
"I'm sorry, I meant, do you come here often?" she added quickly, giggling.
Mitch smiled and chucked, "Yeah, like I said, every week. But I've never seen you in here before. I just thought maybe you would like some company. What's your name?" He tried to glance unnoticed at her cleavage, but she saw anyway.
"Thanks, that's really sweet of you. My name's Hannah, and I did have a pretty crappy day, actually. I work just across the street at the jewelry store, and man, was it SLOW today!" Hannah shook her curls and took big drink of her third beer.
"Good thing I was here then! You know, not only do I buy drinks, I also give the best backrubs around." Mitch said, laughing.
"Um, okay, I guess I'll have to take your word on that, Mitch." She stuttered. Her head was starting to hurt a little from the drinks. She didn't have much of an alcohol tolerance built up yet.
"Why do you have to take my word on it? He said with a sneaky grin. "I only live 5 minutes away, and you don't really need to be driving anywhere right now. We could just go there and talk, maybe watch a movie or something."
Hannah blinked; she really was having trouble focusing. Maybe that last drink was one too many. Wait a minute; did this guy just suggest that she go home with him? A complete and total stranger?!
"N-no thanks, Mitch. Thas really nice of you, but I don't hardly know you. I jus' don't feel comft'able going home with a stranger." She buttoned up her jacket and searched for her purse...it was down on the floor somewhere...
