Old, trusty Hank

The manager shouts out, “Mr. Hank!” No one really seems to move other than the two ladies looking around trying to figure out who he’s talking to. The manager looks back at the very severe lady and feels uneasy again as he picks up a small pen and throws it at an older man, “Hank!!”

The shaken as the pen bounces off his should and hits his ear just behind the top of his white beard. Looking away from the barely clothed lady at his manager giving him the stink eye. “Uh, ya, what is it?”

“Mr. Hank, I need you to take this cart out to this lady’s car and load it up for her while I take care of her.... friend’s issue.”

The man points at his chest with honest surprise. With his red shirt pressed out by the round belly and his white hair hidden beneath the matching baseball cap, you could almost mistake him for an off-season Santa; if Santa worked at a hardware chain as a glorified stock boy during the off-season.

“Yes, Mr. Hank, you,” the frustrated manger confirmed really hoping Hank’s trusted reliability could come through and help him get out of this needlessly tense situation.

“Oh, uh, right away, boss,” Hank said as he shuffled over and grabbed the cart.

Vyki realized she was going to have to walk all the way across the parking lot by herself with this man and was not looking forward to that. “Oh, if that’s all it is, I can get that myself,” Vyki pleaded as she moved to grasp the cart.

The manager could see the virile men take small steps towards the red head like a pack of hyenas ready to pounce on exposed prey all ready to vie for her favor. He was about to speak up when the blonde interrupted.

“Nonsense, slut!” Molly stated matter-of-factly. “I can’t have your ruining your new dress or those lovely heels pushing that decrepit cart across this torn up lot. Let the professional handle it and take care of you.” A groan could be heard from the disappointed men as they realized their elder member had won the prize as they shuffled back towards their stations.

Vyki knew she was not dressed for handling the wood or supplies on the cart and took some solace in that the man look somewhat harmless barely coming up to her shoulders even if he stood up straight. However, the fact Mistress explicitly told her trumped her immediate baseless concerns and she dutifully respond, “Yes, Mistress.” Vyki smiled at the kind looking man and began walking towards the exit making sure he followed in behind her.

Hank for his part smiled at the lady and tried to avoid breaking eye contact as she walked towards him. As she walked past him even her perfume seemed to flirt with his perceptions. With her leading the way he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to look, and his eyes kept falling back to seeming heart shape the thong made with her ass. However, he quickly darted his eyes around as she stopped abruptly when the other lady shouted out to her.

Looking in her purse, Molly noticed the keys and it finally clicked that they were the only pair with them. “Vyki!” she shouted out to the girl as the automatic doors had just opened for her. Seeing Vyki stop and turn to look at her, Molly continued, “you will probably need the keys. Come get them.”

Vyki was glad Mistress brought that up to her before they got all the way across the parking lot and couldn’t unload. “Oh! Yes, Mistress!” Vyki shouted as she somewhat ran on her heels over to Mistress to not waste time.

Molly was surprised to see her bouncing tits beneath the dress as her red hair bounced behind her before stopping in front of her with a giggle.

“Thank you so much, Mistress!” Vyki said with a grin, “would have been really hard to shove all that wood in the back without that,” punctuating her observation with a giggle. Running back to catch up with Hank, she seemed totally oblivious to all the guys watching her body bounce across the stores open floor.

Turning to her helpful escort, Vyki apologizes, “sorry, Mr. Hank, but it's all the way on the other side. Mistress didn’t want it to be too close so no one could see....” Vyki caught herself ....” see anything else in there.”

“Ah,” Hank said only barely listening to her as his eyes were trying to focus on something other than her ass. However, as the wind blew back from her towards him, he was enraptured by the scent’s captivating aroma.

In the dusky light with the tree’s shadows, Vyki was able to disarm the locks from across the lot to flash the lights indicating which vehicle. “It’s that one there flashing.”

Hank chuckled to himself, ‘wonder if this lady knew her flashing would make easy to get the wood in the back with or without the keys.’

Vyki thought she heard the man say something but couldn’t make it out, so she stepped slightly to the side and slowdown to let the man catch up. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hank. What was that?”

Hank, fearing he said something inappropriate in his outside voice, “oh, uh, nothin, ma’am. Just remember an old joke.”

“Oh, I do things like that all the time, too, now,” Vyki said as she giggled inanely remembering another cartoon joke on the drive over. “Mistress says it seems to keep me happy and she likes that.”

“Ah, yes. Well good to stay happy,” Hank replied nervously.

“What was the joke?” Vyki asked, trying to break the silence of her heels clicking on the ground. The idle chitchat was making it easier not to lose herself in the gadget's vibrations or Mistress’s perfume as the wind whipped around the open lot as dusk was falling over the lot and lights were buzzing on.

“Oh, uh, we’ll, ma’am, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate for mixed company. I’m, uh, sorry passed through my mind.”

It took Vyki a moment to remember that guys have crass jokes they tell each other but wouldn’t tell a girl like she appeared to be at the moment. In a futile attempt to try to make him more comfortable, Vyki placed a hand on an arm pushing the cart and bent over to whisper, “it’s okay to tell me if you want, Mr. Hank. I’m not the type of girl to get offended by that.”

In Vyki’s naivete, instead of trying to settle the man down, the intimate tone, physical touch, pleasant demeanor, & potential double entendre did anything but calm down the elder man’s medicated libido. Furthermore, her sweet, musky perfume was amplifying some side effects of his heart medication, and he was worried he may be showing too much excitement but hoped his beer gut was providing appropriate coverage. “Uh, thank you, ma’am, but bit of an inside joke; not really good at explaining the full context. Wouldn't do it justice,” Hank replied with a nervous chuckle.

Sensing the man was uncomfortable with the topic, Vyki let it go and giggled a bit to try to cover the nervousness, “totally understandable, Mr. Hank.” Vyki also rubbed her manicured hand up and down his arm to try to ease the discomfort. Normally, she probably would have removed her hand, but something about his warmth and demeanor seemed to provide her comfort and security in the darkening lot. She told herself it was because it helped steady her walk in her heels on the uneven pavement, but that didn’t explain the light grasp and her moving up and down his arm. If Vyki’s mind were able to burst through its value, she might have put together her hand was moving in parallel to the lateral traverse of the vibrations along her shaft, but too much of her mind was still trying to replay comforting comedy scenes to keep up her happy demeanor.

For his part, Hank was trying to figure out if this lady was really some kinky girl that was starving for human touch or some sort of prostitute trying to line up her next job. Regardless, he was happy to take the pleasant company and contact, because he knew whatever she charged was out his merger budget but doesn’t mean a nice guy can’t enjoy the physical flirtations.

Not soon enough for Vyki and all too soon for Hank, they finally arrived at the car and Vyki lifted the back and made room for the supplies Mistress ordered. Hank was definitely enjoying her having to reach down so far to move everything around but knew this was not something he should let a lady do; even if he could clearly see her minuscule panties through her dress. “Um, here, let me help you with that,” Hank said as he walked up behind her.