Waiting In Line

As Renee opened the door, she luckily witnessed a pretty much empty store. Unluckily, she would have to wait in line, as an elderly man raising his arms and yelling at the cashier, Blake, a short brown haired man in his 20s who was the last employee the redhead wanted to see with her limited cover. She would constantly catch him leering at her while pursuing the store for snacks. What was worse was she knew the senior man yelling at the younger male was doing his usual routine.

“You better give me winners young man! Now, I'll take 5 of the 3s, 4 of the 2s, 6 of the 9s….” He rattled off the massive list of numbers that were mainly losing lottery tickets. This would probably take 5 minutes minimum, if she was lucky. She waited patiently alone in line, grateful neither of them had noticed her. However, it didn't seem like the man was going to be done anytime soon. As soon as he got his stack of tickets, he scratched the pile down, handed back the limited winning tickets, and proceeded to request another pile from the “winners”.

As minutes dragged on, Renee began nervously shifting her feet while patiently for the old man's luck to run out, but the stack he purchased happened to be all winners. While Blake began scanning the tickets, a few more people entered not noticing the young lady in her shoes and panties. She looked down at her bag nervously. It was managing to cover most of her hefty chesticles, but a bit of boobage was spilling out from the sides of the small tote.

Letting out a small sigh of frustration, Renee remained somewhat still, while a black male appeared behind her. He was too occupied as his eyes were glued to his phone at a video of a redhead who entered a coffee shop in her birthday suit. The real deal kept her eyes forward seeing the old-timer pumping his fists up at yet another successful stack.

“God damn you're my good luck charm, every single one of these is a winner?! Oooooweee!”

“Would you like to cash these? Seems you've got over $200.”

“Hell no, run them again! But also I'd like to add…”

‘You've got to be kidding me…” The ginger rolled her eyes letting out a huff wondering where the hell her luck was. But the abundance of unluck she did have was coming out as snickering behind her. Renee turned her head still seeing the black male locked onto his phone, and then to the laughter from two young Latina females.

“Cute outfit hun!”

“It could use a few things, but you are rocking those panties with that bubble you got there!”

That comment in particular got the black teenager to look up finally at Renee's interesting attire. Seeing the back of her bra tan lines and her recognizable red locks he kept double taking on the still playing muted video. He closed the browser and instantly switched to the camera taking several photos before starting a video. Renee gulped as she couldn't even try hiding her rear end with her hands firmly clung to her bag. As the door rang to let her know more people just came inside.