The Trip? Sure. The Bank?...

It was almost surreal, how "normal" my trip to the bank was. Well, at least the point where I snuck out the back door. That was a new wrinkle. But, strolling down the sidewalk listening to a podcast about how the scientific community is planning to address killer asteroids, drinking coffee, running some errands? THAT was astonishingly normal, a phenomenon that had been relatively scarce in recent days. In the best possible way.

The streets were emptying out as the work day kicked into high gear but there did appear to be a bit of a line in the bank. Probably people like me, trying to get their errands out of the way before putting their shoulder back against the load stone. Working my way to the front of the line, I told the teller that I needed to speak to someone about opening a safety deposit box. After getting passed around the bank staff until finally landing at the empty desk. Raising an eyebrow to my escort he shrugged and simply said the manager would be with me soon. As he finished speaking we heard a woman's voice coming down the hallway.

"What do you have for me Brett?"

"Morning, Ms. Stone. We've got a new safety deposit box to set up. The client's at your desk. I gotta get back to the front."

"Okay, thanks for bringing them to me. I'll see you later." The voice came around the corner, revealing a tiny, yet gorgeous brunette woman.

If the vision in front of me broke five foot tall, I'd be stunned, but as short as she was, her breasts were massive, especially on her tiny frame. I reached out with my hand to shake her hand.

"Good morning, Ms. Stone. I'm Mike. I was hoping to open a safety deposit box today."

"Of course, Mike, nice to meet you..." The instant her hand touched mind, my "normal" errand ended. "Master..." the petite manager gasped, as she dropped the folder of papers she had in her arms. Recovering quickly, she looked around the neighboring workstations. "I mean...I have my ...master key on me so this should be pretty easy...please have a seat."

...why the fuck would this woman I've never met before calling me master? "Thank you Ms. Stone."

"Please. Call me Lacy. Now, how can I help you today?" The purr of her voice was unmistakable, and she was eyeing me like a big cat eyes it's prey.

**gulp** "Um...I was hoping to open up a...do we know each other, Ms...Lacy?"

"Perhaps not. Yet. But you see, I've recently come across a lucky coin that tells me you and I will be getting to know each other much better," dropping into an even lower, somehow breathier whisper, "Master. " With that, Lacy reached into her cleavage and pulled out, what else, but a dollar coin.

"Where did you get that!" I sputtered, jumping to my feet.

"Shh! Master, you don't want to make a scene in here. They'll throw you out regardless of what I said. So, like I said, until just now, you and I had never met each other, but we do have a mutual acquaintance. Do you know a gentleman named Nathaniel Winston?" I nodded while retaking my seat. "He was in here the other day, looking to deposit a giant box of coins. Well, this little darling jammed the counting machine. We all hate that ancient machine, so as soon as it jammed everyone else disappeared leaving it to little old me to fix it. As soon as I touched this coin it was like my whole reality came into sharper focus. I had a master, but I just didn't know who he was, or how to find him. You.

The surprised gargling noise that came out of my throat was not the most eloquent thing I've ever said.

"Fortunately Mr. Winston wasn't paying attention when I swapped out this coin for some quarters I had in my pocket. As much as I'd like to celebrate finding you right here and now, I think a bit of discretion might be best. For now. Let's get you set up with your safety deposit box." Just like that, Lacy went right from sex kitten to bank manager without breaking her stride. Forms were filled out, ID cards were copied, keys were distributed, and a box was leased.

"Now Mike, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to the vault and you can access your box." And just like that she led me through the winding hallways, possibly putting more sway into her walk than a bank manager might normally employ. Other than that though, it seemed to be a completely normal bank transaction.

Right up until the vault door slammed home behind us, and the predatory smile returned to Lacy's face.