A bank teller - a normal customer

Today was like any day at the bank. I’ve worked here for 4 1/2 years and got to know each customer by name. Partially because I feel that I’m good at my job, partially because it’s a small bank in a small town. I grew up in Eastville, which gave me some leverage to get my job as Head Bank Teller. I was a quarterback for Eastville high and now I am 31 years old making a decent living for myself. I was pretty fit for my body frame, 6’3 210 lbs. I kept going to the gym after finishing up with football because I liked working out and keeping myself active.

Today was Tuesday and normally the lady that owned her grocery store, Shannon, and the local farmer, Brian, came in around noon on their lunch break. It was almost 11 so I didn’t expect anyone to be here anytime soon. I adjusted my name plate on the desk that I proudly earned. “Jake: Head Teller”, it read.

As I pretended to do work on my computer, really watching YouTube, I heard the front door open along with the *ding* from the chime. A man walked in and he looked like he was whispering to himself. “That’s weird.” I thought, “I don’t recognize him but he looks trustworthy and like a normal customer.” I shook my head. Where did that thought come from? No time to ponder as the man approached my desk.

“Good morning, how may I he-” I began but was rudely was cut off. “Hey there. My name is Simon. Simon Sez.” What a strange name, but he’s just a normal customer so who am I to judge.

“Hello Simon, I’m Jake, the head teller here. Are you new in town?” I asked politely, looking to get to know the normal man. He shook his head, “Yes, I am new in town. But frankly I don’t appreciate you lying to me.” he said with a stern look. I furrowed my brow, confused. “Excuse me? I can assure you that-”

“I can see your name plate right here says Brandi. Your name is Brandi, right?”

I looked at my name plate. Well of course my name is Brandi, what had I said earlier? Jake? Why would I say that? I know Brandi isn’t the most masculine name ever but it was more of a nickname anyways.

“Yes sir I apologize, my name is Brandi and I’m the head teller here at Eastville Bank. I grew up here playing football and now I work here. Where are you from?” I tried to ease the tension from my previous mistake.

“See, I would tell you where I was from if you wouldn’t have been so rude and deliberately tried to lie again! I can clearly see that picture on your desk of you in a cheerleading outfit. You were a popular girl in high school, weren’t you?”

Embarrassed by my white lie, I thought back to my senior year in high school. Yes I was popular and all the boys drooled over me. They would steal glances of me walking down the hall and when I was on the sideline cheering. Now 21 years old, I can say that definitely had an impact on getting my job.

“Yes sir I was,” I said while adjusting my skirt, “now, how can I help you today?”

The man had a smug grin on his face for some reason. The man, clearly ignoring my question, said “You sure are a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you. Did you think you could hide that curvy figure underneath that desk? I can see that ass from here.”

Come on. I’m used to getting hit on but this was ridiculous! Yes, I have a big butt, so what? Why did guys care for that anyways? I would be lying though if I said I didn’t enjoy the attention. I squirmed in my seat and looked back at my rear. They really need to make these things so girls like me can fit.

While I was caught in my train of thought, I noticed the man whispering to himself again. That was strange, but he was just a normal customer so I didn’t say anything.

He brought his attention back to me. “Hey Brandi, what did you say your last name was?” I rolled my eyes. Of course he had to ask. “McBooty, Brandi McBooty is my name.” I stood up, turned around, and stuck out my butt to show him why they called me that. I had to do that every time, as is customary in the McBooty family. It’s supposed to be an honorary title, but it’s a little humiliating. “You can spank it if you want to, I let everyone do it.” I said.

Simon took me up on my offer and gave my booty a nice THWACK which caused me to wince a little. I rubbed my butt where he had smacked it, turned back around and sat down.

“What’s it like having ‘The Head Giver’ job at this bank? I bet it gets pretty crazy.” Simon said. I got flashbacks to my first day on the job and having to go down on my boss. Seeing his cock for the first time really made me nervous, but I’ve definitely gotten more experience since starting here. People could clearly see my plaque with my name and job title on there so it got pretty busy over at my desk.

I ignored his question. “Can I help you with anything today sir?” I tried again. “Yes, I need to get inside your bank’s vault. You want to take me in there, right?” “Of course!” I replied, “it’s normal for people from out of town to be allowed into our bank vault, follow me.” I stood up and we both walked to the large door with the fingerprint lock on the door. I could hear him whispering once again from behind me. Why did he keep doing that? He might be crazy.

As we approached the door, I slid my skirt and panties down to access the vault. I placed my butt on the rearprint scanner. I don’t know why Eastville Bank couldn’t get a combination lock or something, but I’m not the owner. The door beeped and I pulled my bikini bottom back on and had to struggle to pull it over my wide hips. The man continued to whisper. Did he just say “money”?

We entered the bank vault together. “Here you go Simon, this is all of the banks assets right here.” I gestured to the stacks of $100 dollar bills. There was roughly $9.5 million dollars inside the vault. He looked at the money and grinned, “Wow this is very nice.” He pauses. He sniffs the air and makes a disgusted face. “Ugh, was that you? You let one rip, didn’t you?”

I blushed. Oh no. That was me. “I’m so sorry sir, it’s a chronic issue that I’ve dealt with for a long time. Forgive me. How can I make it up to you?” This was the procedure for our bank. If anyone farted inside the bank vault when a new customer was there, they had to reimburse them for their trouble. It seemed very specific at the time I read that when I signed my contract, but now it was very relevant.

“Hmm.” Simon thought as he scratched his chin. “How about all the money from this vault? Anything less and I’d be extremely offended.” Oh thank goodness. At least he didn’t require that much from me. “No problem! Let me get one of our trucks for you.”

I made a call to Luis, our truck driver, to pull to the back and start to unload the money. I suddenly felt a rumble in my stomach. Oh no.

PFFFTTTTTTT

My face flushed. Luckily we were now outside the vault so I didn’t have to repay him. Simon laughed at me, this guy! What was his deal? Couldn’t he see I was mortified?

As we waited for our truck driver Layla to pull to the back, Simon said, “I know you probably get this a lot, but you’re very sexy. And I know that’s forthcoming, but I can’t help myself. You want to go on a date with me, right?” I couldn’t believe it. He was really asking me on a date?

“I‘d love to!” I squealed. Maybe I can show him why they gave me The Head Giver plaque on my desk..