Fun on the street

I headed to the north end of downtown. This was the swankier part of downtown with expensive condos, shops, and restaurants. I parked in a pay lot and decided to walk around trying to find someone else to play with. I saw an attractive woman in her twenties pull up in a handicapped parking spot next to me. She was driving a black BMW convertible, and I did not see any handicapped plates or stickers on her car. When she pulled out a handicapped tag and hung it from her rearview mirror. She climbed out of her car and headed for a posh shoe store.

"Excuse me," I said.

She stopped, allowing me a good look at her. She was tall and curvy with large breasts and a spankable ass. She had long hair dyed a reddish blonde and hazel eyes. Her face had soft features and a roman nose. "What?" she asked in an annoyed, impatient voice.

"You want to answer all of my questions, and enjoy doing so" I said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

Her attitude changed and a slight smile came over her face. "Yes?"

"I noticed your handicapped tag. Are you handicapped?"

"No, my dad is. That's his car."

"Oh, why are you driving his car?"

"It's mine really, but it's in his name. He bought it for me for my twenty-first birthday last year and put it in his name for insurance reasons."

"Don't you feel guilty about parking in a handicapped spot?"

"Nah, it's not like there's just tons of cripples driving around. If there was, there would like be no open handicapped spots, but you know they're everywhere."

"What is your name, and what do you do for a living?"

"I'm Victoria Haviland. Vickie to my friends. I was going to school, but had to sit out a semester because my stupid grades were too low." She rolled her eyes.

"What was your major?"

"Marketing. I want to be a buyer for a cool clothing store."

"Do you have a job?"

"Oh god no. What would I do? Like work in a fast food place. Gross!"

I was getting annoyed with this snot. Near the car was a metal street lamp post. I decided to test the extent of my new powers. I pointed to it. "See that?"

She looked at it. "Yeah, it's a street lamp. So?"

"No, it's the hottest, sexiest, most desirable man you've ever seen. He is looking you over and thinks you're the hottest woman he's ever seen."

She stared at the lamp post for a moment then smiled at it and flipped a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You want to go give him a big, wet sloppy kiss and kiss him as long as he stands still. Kissing him turns you on."

I watched her walk over to the street lamp, put her hands on it then start kissing the metal pole as if it were her lover. I started laughing to myself as I watched her run her hands up and down the pole and move her head sublty. She even put her tongue on it.