Amy enjoys Samantha

Amy was struggling. Her thoughts constantly went back to Ryan. She quickly found that if she wasn’t focused on doing something, her mind went straight to Ryan. With him not around, she got worried she’d end up like the customer.

With some effort, she looked at the customer. Amy grabbed the wallet and found out the customers name. Samantha Adams. She found Samantha’s keys, a BMW by the looks.

Playfully, she reached out her hand as if to shake and said “Hi Samantha, I’m Amy, very nice to meet you.” Of course Samantha didn’t reply, she stared at Amy, a slight bit of drool running down her jaw. Amy reached over and closed the others mouth.

As a child, Amy had enjoyed dolls for many years. Something about Samantha standing there frozen appealed in a deeply sensual way. Shaking slightly, she reached out and grabbed Sam’s right arm and raised it up high. The woman stared, no response whatsoever.

Amy raised Sam’s other arm and hesitantly pulled her tight shirt over her head. Samantha’s large breasts flopped out, jiggling and enticing. Amy caught her breath, she couldn't believe she was doing this. Slowly, she fondled the tall woman’s tits, feeling the pliant flesh. She was getting horny which surprised her.

Stepping back, again, Amy thought of Ryan and simply stared ahead. She so needed him to be her, being on her own was getting difficult. Feeling a little inadequate compared to Samantha, she took a picture of her naked breasts smiling broadly.

Amy’s addled brain hadn’t thought to just finish writing Ryan’s name, maybe that would fix Samantha. Amy wasn't sure she wanted to do this. Samantha was so hot the way she was.

She knew her writing had a chance to work since clearly it did something to Samantha. She took out a piece of paper and wrote the following sentence over and over.

“Amy Putnam is in complete control”

Each time she wrote it, she thought she could control herself a bit more. It could be nothing, but she felt slightly independent.

She went into the store and another customer had just walked in. This time the customer was clearly a biker dude. They got quite a few of them, the MC was just down the road so getting bikers was commonplace.

“Good afternoon, how are you doing?” she asked in her customary solicitous manner.

The biker went through their offers and picked the style quickly. He had had a lot of work done, so knew what to look for. She found she could completely focus during work but still occasionally strayed and thought of Ryan. She did passable work on the biker and he left seemingly happy.

It was getting late in the day when he left and she closed the shop.

She heard her phone beep. Her heart jumped, hoping desperately it was Ryan.

“Hey Amy, what are you up to?” Ryan wrote.

“Just closing shop.” She texted back, wanting to say so much more but afraid she’d scare him off.