Stacy's building

After we exited the bus at the next stop, Tina was still upset, and she took the opportunity to vent. "Thirty stops? Stacy, that wasn't funny!"

"I'm sorry if it upset you Tina," Stacy began. "It was just a joke. You know my sense of humor. I thought you'd realize I was pulling your leg. Is there even a route in this part of the city with over thirty stops?"

"How would I know that? I rarely ride the bus. " Then she looked at me and asked, "Did you know it was a joke?"

I shrugged slightly and explained, "I had my doubts about thirty stops, since I couldn't believe Stacy would have us hold those positions for that long." I glanced at Stacy and she nodded slightly in agreement with my deduction. I was tempted to mention that Tina's expression was pretty funny, but I didn't want to rub it in. Instead what followed as an awkward moment of silence with no one sure of what to say next.

Tina finally spoke, "Well Stacy, are you going to show us your apartment?"

"Sure. It's just down the block." She strode ahead and eventually led us to a rather fancy-looking building.

"This is your building?" Tina asked what I was thinking. "You're not pulling my leg again are you?"

"No, this is it. I may have forgotten to mention that my parents are pretty well-to-do. We may be from a small town, but my dad is a regional manager for several auto dealerships in the north part of the state. He's really good at investing too, and of course living in a small town tends to keep the expenses down. When I graduated from high school, my parents gave me a choice of a new car, or using that money for something else. I figured I wouldn't need a car here since the public transit is pretty good, so I decided to add the money to my college savings, and used part of it to help pay for a nicer apartment. So here we are."

Inside the main foyer to the left side were some plush chairs, a couch and some end tables. Straight ahead was a desk with a security guard seated behind it. "Good evening, Stacy. Do you have guests?"

"Yes, Tony, they're with me," replied Stacy, as we proceeded to the desk.

"Please sign them in. Will they be returning in the future?" asked Tony. He seemed to be in his mid-30s, and based on his muscular chest and biceps, he likely worked out at a gym regularly. With his short dark hair and tanned complexion, he looked really good.

"Yes, they might visit again. Could you enter them into the system?" inquired Stacy.

"It would be my pleasure." he replied. He looked at the paperwork, and then stated, "I just need to see some IDs please" Tina reached into her purse and pulled out a campus ID badge.

I panicked for a bit before realizing I had my new badge for the athletic center. "Will this work?" I asked and handed him the ID. "I'm one of the residents from the dorm fire last night. They gave us new IDs for our temporary housing in the athletic center. That's all I have."

Tony looked over the ID, and based on his facial contortions, it seemed doubtful that he'd accept it.

"Please, Tony," begged Stacy. "Can you call the campus or something?"

"I would, but the State campus lines for ID checks are closed after 6pm. Just a moment, let me check with my supervisor if we can use this." As he picked up the phone, he motioned toward the seats. "This may take a few minutes."

As we waited, the three of us selected different pieces of furniture. Stacy sat on the couch with her back to the front window, facing toward the desk. I sat on a chair to the left of her facing toward the entry way, and Tina sat on the chair across from Stacy.

Tina whispered, "Wow! You actually have a security apartment. I thought they only had these in really big cities."

"I had trouble finding an apartment I liked that had a vacancy. Turns out this is one of the best apartments in town. Maybe THE best. I got a great deal on the sublease, but I'm sharing the apartment with the main tenant. However, they're almost never here, so I usually have the place completely to myself."

As Stacy spoke, I noticed that she was subtly shifting her legs, and by the time she was done, she had angled herself slightly toward the desk while spreading her legs. From Tony's vantage point, he could probably see right up her skirt and view her bare crotch if he looked toward her.

"Another dare?" I whispered to her.

"No, I just like teasing him. Plus I figure it might help encourage him to accept your ID. Maybe you should try flashing him as well. It can't hurt."

Despite Stacy's attempt to bribe Tony with a display of flesh, it seemed the guard didn't notice or was ignoring her. Instead, he looked back to his screen while talking to someone on the phone. I tried to listen in, but I could only make out a few parts of his conversation. "That's correct. This is one of the girls from that dorm fire. All she has is an ID for their temporary housing." followed by some typing and then, "There is a code, but it doesn't match any of the ID formats." "Try the custom form?" More typing, and then, "No, that doesn't work either." After that there was a bit of delay and finally, "Let me check."

"Miss," he looked up toward me. "Could you come here? We have a question for you."

Nervously, I stood up and headed toward the desk by myself. Suddenly, I had a weird feeling that they might ask me a bunch of strange personal questions that I'd rather not answer. "What do you need?" I asked, and leaned over the desk toward Tony.

Tony stammered, "W...we're wondering if y...you w...would happen t...to know your st..student ID number."

Why was he suddenly stuttering? Then I realized Tony's gaze was looking straight down my cleavage, which was accentuated by the tight, tied-off schoolgirl top. As for my student ID number, I hadn't the foggiest idea. "I'm trying to remember," I began, but it was hopeless. There's no way I could remember it, but then something Stacy had said gave me an idea. As I desperately tried to remember the numbers, I slightly rubbed the knot on my shirt, and slowly the motion of my fingers began to loosen it. "I remember it was at least 12 digits long, maybe more," I continued. By now I had the knot almost separated, and any moment the sides would come apart. "And I'm sure that near the top there were couple of nice, round..." At that point, the pressure on my boobs was suddenly relieved and my breasts sprang free from the the top as the sides pulled back and away. "zeros."

Upon seeing my boobs become exposed, Tony's eyes almost popped out of his head, and his mouth hung open as his jaw dropped. He didn't make a sound for several seconds.

Finally, I asked, "Is that good enough for tonight? I can get you my ID number tomorrow if that's OK." Then I began slowly retying my top.

Tony blinked a few times before finally looking back up and replying, "That will be fine." Then he quickly responded on the phone, "Thank you sir. We've gotten them...I mean the IDs, sorted out."