The Tricky Transactor Pt. 01

It started as any other day before had, with the molasses-slow churn of customers lining up in the bank's velvet rope labyrinth leading to the wall of teller windows; of the six stations available, only four were occupied. At station #3 is where this carnal tale begins, where a very bored worker sat in his high-backed office chair, drumming his fingers against the cerulean granite desktop while waiting for the next customer to arrive at his window. But the after-lunch lull had set in and the brightly lit branch was all but a ghost town. He sighed, pushed himself to his feet to mill towards the bathroom to pass the time on his phone. A few blessed moments of peace later, he returned to his window but noted the teller line was empty except for him; a single customer waited patiently to be called. Big surprise there--he mused with minor annoyance as he took his seat, unlocking his station.

"Next at Window 3!" He proclaimed, waving the woman over to him while wearing his best customer service smile.

She was clad from her dainty shoulders-to-ankles in black form-fitting athletic attire, her hair ran down her back in neatly done, intricate braids that swayed from side-to-side as sashayed her curvy figure towards his window. As she walked, he caught a glimpse of the thick gold hoop earrings dangling from her lobes, noting a name spelled out in the middle in flourishing cursive: B'shara. The moment she closed the distance between them, an intoxicating aroma wafted off her that filled his head and blocked out everything else around him.

"Good afternoon, welcome to Obelisk Bank! How can I help you today?" He spouted out the scripted greeting he was required to use with every customer.

The woman set her black alligator leather bag onto the counter softly, diving her stiletto-tipped hands into it to unearth her debit card and driver's license before turning her attention to him; one of her eyebrows cocked upward with intrigue.

"I'm just here for a deposit." Her voice was sweet and sultry like warm honey, but her words beheld something darker, more carnal beneath the innocent surface.

"Okay, well I'd be happy to help you with that." He replied, deciding to take her words at face-value to uphold his professionalism; he held out his hand as she shoved the card and a thick stack of bills through the slot in the transparent partition.

Lightning fingers danced rhythmically on the keys as he input her information into his computer, her driver's license picture appeared along with all her pertinent information.

"B'shara Chatham?" He made her name a question, peeping up from his monitor to verify her identity.

"The one and only." B'shara confirmed as she pulled down the white-rimmed, dark-lense sunglasses down from her warm doe eyes, a tiny flirtatious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Perfect." He replied, hand-counting her money rapidly before inserting the stack into the machine to his left; it let out a mechanical groan, then slowly devoured the greenbacks. With a few more taps of his keyboard, and some well-placed clicks of his mouse, her transaction was completed in record time,

"And there you have it, you're all set. Anything else I can help you with?" he asked, giving his best corporate drone customer service voice

"Nope, that's all I needed." She began to say, but visibly contradicted herself, "Actually... what time do you get off?" The tawny-skinned woman inquired, pursing her plump lips.

"Uhhh..." His eyes darted down to the corner of his computer monitor towards the time, noting it read 3:29 in the afternoon. "I'm done in, like, two hours."

"Gotcha." She replied as she smoothed her hands down the white trim running down the sides of her black Lycra pants; her face shifted to a deeper amusement as his eyes followed the seductive motion, "I've got time to kill, maybe I'll wait around 'til then."

"Oh yeah? Where are we headed?" The man behind the teller window retorted without missing a beat, crossing his arms cockily over his barrel chest while his meadow green eyes ascended her form to meet hers.

"That depends." She remarked coyly, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

"On?" The man shot back, while reclining in his office chair, propping his feet up on the stool covertly tucked underneath his desktop.

"On what you're trying to do, of course." She leaned forward, propping herself up on folded arms; a peek of her cleavage was visible over the generous neckline of her compression shirt.

He blinked slowly to maintain eye contact, maintaining his façade of poise.

"Well I can think of two or three things off the top of my head that I'd like to do." The teller countered coolly.

"Do tell." The coquettish woman dared him, that initial smile deepened into something impishly mischievous.

The Teller let out a dry, throaty chuckle which was low enough that only they could hear it,

"I think I'd rather show than tell." He sat up straight in his seat, tapping a few keys on his keyboard to finish the transaction for her before continuing, "It's more fun for both of us that way, don't you think?"

B'shara nibbled on her bottom lip, shutting her eyes for a moment, as if imagining all the possibilities of what he could mean then sighed contented. With a rhythmic tap of her bubblegum-pink manicured nails on the desk, she rose to her full height and backed away slowly from his teller window.

"Mmmph, you better be worth the wait boy." She stated as she gathered her belongings to leave, with light dancing in her warm chocolate gaze as she backpedaled slowly.

"Only time will tell." He called out to her softly, a devilish grin was framed on his heavily bearded face.

She left slowly, her curvy body sashayed towards the bank's front door, as if to give him one last preview of her charms before she left his sight. To his right, his coworker leaned in closer to the charming teller, her nervous voice crackled as she spoke,

"You are playing with fire with that one, my friend. Big time."

"Nah. That was just a bit of harmless flirting is all. I doubt she'll actually stick around 'til my shift is done." The teller countered, shrugging off the concern.

"Uh-huh. And if it isn't? We both know management heavily frowns upon the whole "dipping your pen in company ink" cliché. You don't want to lose this gig over some pretty little thing batting her eyelashes at you." Her words lowered to a frantic whisper, her dark eyes darted from side-to-side to make sure their conversation wasn't being overheard.

A second co-worker, a smarmy man in an expensive pinstripe suit and slicked back hair, strolled into the teller area with a cocky swagger in his walk. He stopped at the station to the unfazed teller's left and asked with unabashed boisterousness,

"You see the sweater stretchers on that chick in the spandex? GOOD grief!"

"Classy as always, Ashton. You're a real credit to men everywhere." The significantly older woman stated facetiously while rolling her eyes with disgust.

"We can't all be "shining pillars of the banking world" like you, Denise." Ashton returned, making air quotes to mock her.

"Seems like I'm the only one who is around here. Between you and this hornball..." The shrill Denise nudged the Teller in the ribs with her elbow playfully. "I have to be the one who tows the line."

"What'd he do?" Ashton turned his attention towards the man in the middle.

"Apparently, I made the mistake of having a conversation with one of the customers at my window." The Teller shrugged nonchalantly.

"That's not what was happening & you know it!" Denise's protests went unheard as Ashton steamrolled right over her.

"No shit! Was she hot?" The oleaginous banker was surprised.

The do-gooder Denise grimaced, her disdain deepened with each syllable of the two men exchanged.

"You tell me. It was the one with the--what was that colorful turn of phrase you used again? Oh yeah--sweater stretchers. That one." He remarked, brimming with confidence.

"DUDE! Mad respect." Ashton said excitedly while extending his closed fist for a bump, which the Teller obliged while wearing a roguish grin on his face.

"Ugh, you're both disgusting." Denise's face curdled before she left her station to walk towards the employee break room.

The pinstriped banker barely stifled a chortle as he watched her storm off with indignance while the Teller sat back in his chair and waited for his next customer. Those two hours passed slower than a snail's crawl, yet his mind was only occupied with thoughts of his tricky transactor; by the time the sweet sound of the front door locking for the night, the Teller had settled his drawer for the night and clocked out. It wasn't a particularly difficult day and yet he could feel the weight of the day hanging heavily from his bones. His co-workers scattered from the bank's glass-wrapped vestibule the moment the doors were opened, travelling to the parking lot designated for employees. By the time they zoomed out of the parking lot in a single-file line, only two cars remained in the parking lot: his forest green SUV and an unknown black luxury sedan with a nearly opaque tint on all its windows. As he walked by it, the driver's side window rolled down smoothly to release a thick plume of smoke; a familiar sultry voice followed, calling out to him,

"Hey, banker."

He stopped in his tracks, then rounded the car to lean into the open window; there, the flirtatious customer reclined in her seat with a lit blunt perched in the crook of her index and middle fingers.

"Didn't think you'd still be here." He confessed while scenting the sweet smelling smoke coiling off the lit end of her cigar.

"Honestly, I almost did leave about an hour ago... but then I remembered I had this pre-rolled from earlier." She responded while waving the L tantalizingly in the air,

"You smoke?"

"Shit, even if I didn't, I do now." He replied with a smile.

The doors of the sleek Mercedes-Benz unlocked audibly, the Teller took that as a cue to join her, and crossed over to the passenger's side to enter; the seats were a camel-colored leather that was cloud-soft when he sat, contouring his body as snugly as a glove. The air conditioning was set low, keeping the car's cabin cool while the warm pulse of the built-in massagers scrubbed away the toils of his day.

"A guy could get used to this kinda life." He remarked as he turned to face her, taking the blunt from her gingerly then taking two careful drags from it; the taste of her lip gloss transposed from the blunt tip to his lips; secretly, he enjoyed the taste of her.

The Teller exhaled the smoke through his nose like a fuming dragon,

"So, what made you stick around for me?"

She considered her answer for a moment while taking the Dutch back, tapping the ripe fruit of her bottom lip with her free index finger,

"Curiosity, mostly. Most guys who try to get with me, talk that good talk but can rarely back it up. You--on the other hand--just ooze Daddy energy." She took a long pull from the blunt, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds before releasing it in a wavering smoke ring. "It just feels as if you have the power in the world and no reason to prove yourself because of it."

"Haha, well I've never considered myself a "Daddy" per say, but it's flattering to know you think that way about me." He replied, trying to sound humble to her,

"Especially during that short exchange at my window."

"Yeah, well I pride myself on my excellent judge of character. So you're welcome." She smiled at him with a lingering look in her doe eyes, she offered him the blunt once more, causing him to chuckle.

"I get the impression you're tryin' to get me realllly high right now." He joked, but still accepted it, puffing a bit more liberally this time around.

"Mayyyybeeee..." She said in a sing-song voice, leaning closer to reach across the center console to rest her well-manicured hand on his thigh, "I just want you to have a good time, Daddy."

It didn't take long at all for him to stiffen against her touch, his formidable bulge swelled beneath the soft barrier of his slacks to receive more of her affections.

"Oh, looks like we both want the same thing, huh?" Her stiletto-sharp fingernails traced the silhouette of his pulsing member, causing it to thrash compulsively against his trousers for more.

"Seems that way." He countered quickly, his breath caught in his throat as she smoothed the tips of her fingers against the veiled swollen flesh; he adjusted in the seat to give her easier access to her clothed prize "I won't lie, I was secretly hoping this was gonna happen."

Trailing along the length of him with a playful index, she growled from her throat with soft sensuality while nibbling on her bottom lip, as if the very thought of his incessant obsession added fuel to the already raging fire of her passions. His body trembled with anticipation, each breath taken grew more and more ragged as her massage grew more assertive, more urgent. B'shara took one more pull of her L with her free hand, then flipped it around and plugged it between his lips with a coy smile.

"Smoke on that for a little, Daddy, while I see what I'm working with." The friendly woman commanded, groping for and finding his thick leather belt's bronze buckle.

Her deft fingers unhooked it, yanking the belt through his pant loops with zealous fervor, then tossed it over her shoulder into the alcove between the front & back seats. She leaned over the gear shift, arching her back to lift her bountiful bottom provocatively higher into the air while waving it tantalizingly from side-to-side for his viewing pleasure. B'shara moved in so close that her face was mere inches from his crotch, so close he could feel the heat of her breath permeating through the front pocket of his pants. His breath became more ragged with each passing second of her teasing, the Teller distracted himself with a heavy pull from the blunt still parked between his lips. Her molten mocha eyes darted up at him, lingering on his face as she nuzzled the pleating of his pants with the tip of her nose, making him squirm with anticipation.

"You really like to tease, don't you?" He asked with a quivering voice, internally disbelieving that he was in this moment, this surreal almost dreamlike moment.

"Oh Daddy, you better buckle up, because you're about to find out." She responded with a feral purr vibrating off her beguiling words.

-

--

---

----

-----

------

-------

---------

-----------

--------------

---------------

[END OF PART 1]