Miracle on Slutty 4th Street

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)

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(Chapter 5)

Colin Calvorson was freaking out.

He had banked his entire Christmas gift-giving plan for his wife, Juliet, around this blender, the Neptune Deluxe Blender. That might sound strange, making the centerpiece of the gifts for his wife a kitchen appliance. But by all accounts, it was an amazing blender. Plus, Juliet was very health conscious and savvy in the kitchen, so having this blender to make smoothies or other stuff made it the perfect gift.

Unfortunately, it seemed like tons of other people felt the same way, meaning that it was one of the most popular gifts of the season. This sucker was near impossible to find, and if you found one, you were among the chosen few. You could not find it on shelves. You couldn't find it online.

But Colin had an in. He'd dug around, and found a source on a blender, on a site that was a bit, uh... under the radar. But nonetheless, he'd found one. Sure, the timing was gonna be a bit tight, but he'd purchased one of these Neptune Blenders and it was on its way. But as Christmas got closer, he got more nervous, and he found himself calling the shipping company, trying to do anything to expedite things. Finally, the sucker was set to arrive today, on Christmas Eve, better late than never. The whole morning, both at the Church and at the parade, Colin had been checking his phone, making sure it was delivered. Finally, midway through the parade, it had arrived, and Colin wanted nothing more than to get back home and make sure everything was all good with the blender. Then, he could breathe easy.

So, seconds after arriving home, he marched to the living room, where a large box addressed to him was resting. He grabbed it, marched up to his old bedroom and ripped it open, looking down at the blender he'd spent so long trying to procure. And as he studied the box, his heart dropped.

What the hell was the 'Nepturn Deluxxxe Blernder'?

No... this can't be. He ripped open the box, examining the contents, hoping this was some sort of misprint. But no... no... no... this wasn't it. This wasn't right at all. This wasn't what he ordered. He'd been ripped off. Checking out the contents of the box, it was not what it was supposed to be. This was some cheap, shoddy knockoff. Not the real thing. The seller had guaranteed him it was the right thing, and Colin had paid a lot more than the standard cost to get this thing. Sure, the site he ordered from wasn't exactly an, uh... official website... but he expected better. And now?

He was screwed.

The centerpiece of his gifts to his wife was gone. He couldn't give her this trash. What would Juliet think if he gave her something that was so obviously garbage? Would she think he cared that little about her? No... he couldn't let that happen. He had to do something. Running back downstairs, he found his coat, pulling it back on, catching the attention of his wife.

"Where are you going?" Juliet asked sweetly. "We just got back..."

"Uh..." Colin began. "Christmas gift emergency."

"Oh..." she replied. "Well, if it's on my behalf, don't worry about it. I'd much rather have you stay around and hang out with your family." She said, stepping into him as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him lovingly.

Juliet really was a sweetheart. The slim, short brunette was pretty as can be, with an incandescent smile, kind spirit, and unfailing patience. He was the type of guy who was always moving, always hustling, and she was so calm and patient and friendly. Working at a nonprofit, these qualities served her well. She was a good balance for him, to slow him down and let him live in the moment. Working in a pretty high-powered sales job, it was often difficult to turn that side of him off, and he'd learned a lot from her in that respect.

Despite all his hustle and confidence, he hadn't always had the most success in his personal life. At least in terms of forming real, personal connections with women. Sure, for years, as a handsome, fit, well-dressed young man who was brimming with confidence, he'd never had trouble getting action. And being a young, successful guy in his field of work who wasn't afraid to party, he attracted a certain kind of girl. Party girls, sluts, cunning young women who zeroed in on rich, handsome men. And while he was savvy enough to avoid being bled out of his hard-earned savings by these enterprising gold-diggers, his fondness for large-breasted women always kept himself within their reach. He'd spend a lot of times in bars, night clubs, and strip clubs, and leaving alone was never a problem for him. And for quite a few years, he enjoyed this life. For as successful as Colin was, he was immature, and had no issue living a life of making money, partying, and one night stands. But even he had to grow up, and he eventually realized that all these encounters were leaving him feeling hollow. He stepped back from that lifestyle, focusing on bettering himself, ignoring some of his more immature instincts. There were some growing pains making this change, and he still had that charm and braggadocio that always led him into trouble. But he was actually trying to do better.

And it had paid off.

Even he was surprised land a woman who was not only beautiful but kind and loving and patient and understanding. When he met Juliet and found himself falling for her, he kinda felt like he wasn't worthy of her. He was this guy who was all flash and charm, and she was this girl of true substance. She was too good for him. That was why he was always working to make sure Juliet didn't see any weakness in him, any flaw that might make her realize she could do better. He couldn't afford to blow it with her, which is why this gift was so important to him.

"Sorry..." he replied. "It's a BIG Christmas emergency."

"Oh..." Juliet said with a cute grimace, seeing that her husband's heart was set. "Well... hurry back." She said, smiling up at him. She was so cute. Shoulder length brown hair. Bright, loving hazel eyes. Creamy skin, with a light smattering of freckles. And, hidden behind her relatively conservative outerwear, she had a pretty nice body. Slim, with nice, firm legs, a cute butt, and nice, well-formed B-cup breasts. He couldn't wait to get this done and get back to her.

"I will," he replied, smiling and kissing his wife, not showing any of the panic he was feeling.

Not knowing what to do and where he was even gonna go, he found himself in his car, heading downtown. As he did, he developed a plan. He'd hit up some of the stores downtown, hoping against hope that maybe he'd get lucky and find an actual Neptune Blender. Maybe someone returned one last minute. Maybe so many people figured there wouldn't be one out there that there might actually be some in stock. He'd check the major stores, then some of the lower-tier stores. If he didn't find anything, he figured he could find a jewelry store downtown and pick up something. He didn't have an eye for that kind of thing, and Juliet wasn't necessarily one for outward displays of wealth, but it was better than nothing.

Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

But alas, Colin's hopes were dashed.

He went to every high-end store he could, and all of them were out of stock of these prized blenders. Some workers almost laughed at him for asking, but Colin didn't have time for that kind of thing. He just needed the blender. Store after store... out of stock. He always felt with enough work, he could make anything happen, but even he was beginning to panic.

He did have a thought, though. What about the Capital-Mart? Sure, it was pretty much a standard department store, a regional store that was often the main shopping location for people in this area, the type of place he loathed going, but there was an upside. With the arrival of the 'North Pole' plant nearby, Capital-Mart had paired up with them, adding to their supply these higher quality products. While it may seem like a place with zero chance of having the blender, Colin surmised there was a small chance of success.

Entering the place, he wasn't shocked to find it busy. People like him looking for last minute gifts. Families shopping for last minute supplies. And of course, as it always was in places like this, the dregs of the Earth were clogging up the works. Steering clear of these folks, he pushed his way through the crowds, eager to make it to the appliance section.

Even though Capital-Mart had always been kind of low-end in his mind, it had improved somewhat since his last visit. With the partnership with 'North Pole', they'd added some more modern looking displays and higher-end products to them. The place did look a bit cleaner, but some of the more unpleasant traces of the old store still came through. Moving with a purpose, he moved towards the back of the store.

He was surprised to see a whole big, fancy Santa display there, a large, decorated, ginger-bread house, with elves standing on either side. And next to the big house was a Santa Claus sitting on a big chair with kids on his knee as he took their Christmas wishes.

As Colin walked by, he saw someone he recognized, Amy Daunshauer, a woman from the neighborhood, who actually used to babysit him in his younger days. He admittedly used to have a crush on her when he was younger. Hey, she was only like ten years older than him... it wasn't that crazy. And she had still maintained her looks, even though she was married with kids now. A nice body, a great butt, and spectacular breasts. Plus, she was still great looking, and her brunette hair looked well-styled and fashionable. She was still a babe. But from what he understood she was also very, VERY religious, which wasn't really his cup of tea. That would probably explain why she was seemingly having a disagreement with one of the female elves.

"You really think it's appropriate to be dressed like that with families around here?" Amy said angrily to the girl who could not be less interested in this conversation. In Amy's defense, this girl's outfit was pretty skimpy. Red thigh-high boots, which appeared to be made out of something resembling latex. She had on a matching latex red skirt which went about halfway down her thighs, poofing out in frills around her, while leaving her a good section of leg completely bare. Up top, she had a snug, latex green top, adorned with Christmas baubles and decorations, like an elf's top would. Only in this case, it was molded to this young woman's slim frame, showing off her large bust. It didn't show off a lot of skin up top, but it left some midriff exposed. She wore some frilly Santa gloves on her hands, and a cute, poofy Santa hat on top of her perfectly styled blonde hair.

"This is the standard uniform, lady," the young girl said dispassionately, not looking up from her phone. It was true. Colin had seen some other elves dressed just like this around, and while these outfits did seem a bit inappropriate, it did seem to be the standard. And this girl had a pretty stacked body, making it look a bit obscene on her. She was maybe 19 or 20, clearly taking a temp job while at home, and Amy confronting her only seemed to be a distraction from the texting she had been doing. She had long, firm legs, a trim belly, and a massive bust, making her look like she'd fit in more on a porno set than a department store Christmas display with what she was wearing.

"Well, you should put on some clothes..." Amy said. "A girl like you will be getting all sorts of the wrong attention."

"Lady," the girl began, looking up and meeting the older woman's eye line for the first time. "The only person giving me this attention is you. You come in three times a week, and you always find some excuse to chat me up about the same thing over and over again. If you're doing all this just because you want my phone number, all you have to do is ask..."

"I... what... how dare you... no..." Amy stammered, and Colin couldn't help but laugh slightly as the young woman totally shut Amy down.

Colin kept walking, moving towards the appliances, crossing his fingers, hoping for the best. But when he got there and scanned the shelves, his shoulders dropped.

Nothing.

They were all out, just like everywhere else. His last hope... dashed, just like that.

Colin brought his hand up to his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to use his clever mind to figure out what to do, but he was finding no answers. He was only interrupted from his turmoil by an inquiring voice behind him.

"Can I help you?" a friendly female voice asked. Looking up, turning around and putting on a polite smile, he looked at the woman behind him.

She was an attractive woman, very attractive, actually, maybe a couple years older than him. She seemed to be in good shape, slim and fit, but she did have curves, as evidenced by the set of very large breasts Colin was trying his best not to notice. She had deep, crimson colored hair going down her back, the hue of her locks an unnatural shade of red that let him know it was probably a very good dye job. She a good base tan complexion, which had only paled to a small degree from the recent overcast weather. Her face was made-up, maybe a bit too much, but for her, it kinda worked. She had dark eyeshadow and mascara, with a thin layer of dark red lipstick coating her plump lips. She was wearing a pair of glasses, the frames made of chunky black plastic, making him think they were a fashion choice more than anything. She had on a shiny, dull-pink metallic top, buttoned up the front, tucked in to her black knee-length skirt. Below that, she had black stockings on her long, firm legs, ending with black high-heels on her feet. She had a nametag clipped onto her shirt, identifying her as Rachel.

"Do you need anything?" she asked, looking him over now that she had his attention. Figuring there was no harm in asking, he spoke up.

"Well, I ask knowing the chances are small, but is there a chance you've got one of those Neptune Blenders hidden away somewhere?" Colin asked. Her lips turned up into a grin.

"Hahahaha..." she laughed teasingly at the question, as if he was a fool for even asking. He only nodded knowingly at this. "You must be pretty desperate to be looking for one of those on Christmas Eve?"

"I got ripped off by the guy I bought one from online, and now I'm empty-handed..." Colin replied with a sigh.

"For your wife?" she asked. He looked up at her, a bit surprised at how quick she figured that out. "I saw the ring on your finger," she replied to his silent question. To answer her original question, he simply nodded. "Well, okay, hear me out. I do have a suggestion. Now, this department here isn't my area of expertise, but I think you'll find what you're looking for in the department I work in." She nodded over her shoulder for him to come with her, and seeing no other option, he opted to follow.

"I'm Rachel, by the way," she said, formally introducing herself as she began leading him across the store.

"I'm Colin," he replied, with a small smile and a nod.

"Not gonna lie..." she began, looking back at him and smiling. "We don't see too many people dress up to come here." Colin realized he might be overdressed, but he was used to it. He was a guy who always liked to dress well, even in more casual settings, and that applied here. He was wearing a couple hundred-dollar pair of shoes on his feet, a slim, well-tailored pair of dark dress pants. Up top, he had a dark blue, button up shirt with a matching blue tie. And he also was wearing a well-fitted suitcoat to complete the look. And over all that was a long, expensive coat to combat the wintry conditions. But even for him, he wasn't normally this dressed up on a regular day, but with morning services earlier, he had opted to wear his best.

And what also helped him stand out was that he was a very handsome man. Bright, playful blue eyes, well-coiffed dark hair, and a confident smile, he never had problems getting attention. In wanting to always look good, he spent a lot of time working out, giving him a well-muscled frame without going overboard. So, dressed up nice, and being naturally handsome, he stood out from the crowd.

"Ah... oh... thanks. I like to look good if I can," he said, a little embarrassed to be called out on it.

"I can see that," she said, looking over her shoulder with a smile before leading him onwards. For the first time, he looked at her from behind, noticing the small sway she added to her walk. The slim black skirt she had on clung to her round, full, perky ass, highlighting it as it shook side to side with each step she took. Side to side. Side to side. Side to side... Colin caught himself staring for a moment before shaking his head. He didn't normally do stuff like that anymore, staring at a woman that wasn't his wife... must be the stress of the moment. Ignoring the twinge from his groin, he looked straight forward, not letting his mind wander. And it was just in time, as she looked back at him just as he did so.

"So, what do you do?" she asked.

"I work in sales," he replied.

"Oh, me too!" she joked as her heels clicked on the floor, looking forward for a moment before glancing back. "By the look of you... I bet you work this big fancy job and drive a nice car and have a gorgeous wife. Don't you?" He shrugged and smiled. His job was pretty nice, and his wife was better than he could have ever asked for.

"Can't be all bad, working at a place like this," he replied. "At least you get to people watch." She looked back at him and gave him a sarcastic look, making him smile.

"It's not all bad," she granted him. "They really pumped up my department recently. Now, it's a lot more fun." A small silence fell between them, and before he knew it, his eyes fell to her perfect ass again. It was amazing how the full, firm cheeks pressed against her skirt, showing off its perfect shape... stop! Stop it! He wasn't that type of guy anymore, he told himself. Seeking to focus on anything else, he spoke up.

"You probably think I'm a terrible husband, having to go out last minute to buy a gift for my wife," Colin stated, successfully taking his attention off her ass for the time being. She glanced back at him and gave him a warm smile.

"I see a husband that cares," she said comfortingly, not making him feel bad for having to do this. "If you were my husband, I'd be more than satisfied."

"You married?" Colin asked.

"God no," Rachel said with a laugh. "I wouldn't be working here if I was. No... I'll be stuck living on a department store salary until a man comes along, sweeps me off my feet, and spoils me rotten!" she said with a grin. "I think our plans for Christmas Eve are pretty different. You'll be going back home to your wife, and I'll be getting barebacked by some random guy." Colin almost choked on his spit when she said this. Looking back at him and noticing his shock, she grinned again. "Colin, I'm joking..." she said with a laugh. Sensing his discomfort, she spoke up. "Sorry. I've been told my mouth gets me into trouble..." She looked away and laughed to herself as she continued leading him across the store.