"Babe, I'm headed to work." Savannah called out to her boyfriend, Ryan, as she finished putting her shoes on.
"Alright, I'll catch you later." He replied through the chews of his cereal.
She opened the door of her apartment, grabbed her bag, and walked out into the hallway. It was early Saturday morning in New York, and she was on the lunch shift. Savannah, or Sava as her friends called her, was a restaurant supervisor at a local high-end restaurant.
At just 25, she had risen in the ranks fast due to her charisma, dedication, and interpersonal skills. It also didn't hurt that she had an incredible body and a cute face that she used to her advantage. She was 5 foot 7 with an athletic build, straight blonde hair, cute brown eyes and 36D tits. She was most proud of her butt, which she had worked extra hard at the gym for.
She found a little flirting with customers helped get her bigger tips. Flirting with the boss helped her get the promotion. That promotion meant she was able to afford the lease on a much nicer apartment than they had previously had. Her boyfriend Ryan was an aspiring musician and would only make a bit of money from gigs each week. Neither of them had gone to college, Ryan believing he'd be a successful musician and Sava had already started as a waitress and didn't see the need for college. While Sava did make enough to support them both, it wasn't by much
As she walked down the hall, Save thought about how their 10 years anniversary was coming up. They had been high school sweethearts, he had been her first and only boyfriend. She loved how creative and free spirited he was and didn't mind carrying the financial load while he tried to make a career out of his music. They had discussed marriage but Ryan was taking his time, no matter how many hints Sava gave.
After she pressed the elevator button to go down, she turned around and made sure her hair was perfect. She had to make sure she looked perfect in her uniform consisting of a white blouse and black pants. She had to look amazing for work.
"Morning, jello!" A rugged voice behind her said.
She cringed as soon as she heard his voice. It came from her elderly neighbor Warren, a 67-year-old retiree. He was a few inches taller than her, with an ugly wrinkled face, thinning grey hair, and a beer gut that hung over his belt. He was disgusting to look at, but worst yet, he was an absolute perv. The first time he called her jello, she asked what he meant.
"It's cause I like how that ass jiggles!" He told her, to her absolute repulsion.
She told Ryan what he said, and he went right over and punched him in the face. Ryan is lucky he didn't press charges, but ultimately Warren gave them a warning. The punch did nothing to stop Warren's comments on her body except that Sava didn't tell Ryan about them. She didn't want him going to prison over some old creep's advances. Without any consequences, Warren had the green light to be even more pervy. She avoided him as best she could, although he lived across the hall from the elevator, and she was pretty sure he waited to see her pass by before leaving.
"Morning Warren." She said, exhausted by the old man, just hoping the elevator would come quickly.
"Off to work, I see." He commented as the elevator finally showed up.
'Dammit.' She thought as she saw the elevator was empty, meaning she'd be riding it alone with Warren.
"Ya, I got the lunch shift today." She replied, walking onto the elevator.
"Wish you were a server at a sexier restaurant like Hooters." He responded.
"Eww." She involuntarily groaned. "I'm happy at my current job."
"Fair enough, but if you ever want to make some extra money, I'm sure the strip club I go to would hire you." He replied.
"Ugh, can you just not talk." She responded to his disgusting remarks.
"Come on, we're neighbors, we need to get along." He said.
"Maybe if you toned down the vulgarity, we could actually get along." She replied.
"Fine." He responded. "You look very beautiful today Savannah. That better?"
"Yes, and thank you." She answered.
"Does that get me closer to getting in your pants?" He asked.
"Ugh." She groaned. "Not in a million years."
"Come on, ain't it tempting to just fuck your neighbor." He responded.
Sava rolled her eyes. "It would be if my neighbor wasn't a 100-year-old narcissist." She said.
"Hey, I ain't a 100." Warren replied.
"Might as well be." She said.
"Age doesn't matter. It's vitality that counts." He responded.
"And you have none." She quipped.
"Why don't we find out if that's true?" He offered.
Luckily for Sava, the doors to the elevator open to the ground floor. "Have a nice day, Warren." She said cattily, quickly exiting the elevator.
'I will get in her pants.' Warren thought as he watched her ass in her tight pants. Her rebuking of his advances only seemed to make her hotter in his eyes. He was determined to get her, he just had to wait for the right moment to strike.
Sava quickly exited the building. She was fed up with Warren already and didn't want to hear more. The early fall air was refreshing, invigorating, and helping her forget about Warren. She caught her bus, and 15 minutes later, she was walking into work.
Soon, she was beginning her prep work. Saturdays were usually very busy, so getting in early and being prepared was a must. She had picked up on her duties as a supervisor quickly, but still felt she had to prove herself in the role. Anything but perfect was a failure to her.
Eventually, the restaurant opened, and customers trickled in, slowly at first but then the rush hit and things got busy quickly. She was prepared for this and everything ran fairly smoothly. She always liked to make sure all guests were satisfied by checking in with them near the end of their meals. Going over and talking to customers helped with dissatisfied customers, especially the men whose demeanor seemed to flip as soon as they saw her. She wasn't dumb and knew why that was.
It was a busy Saturday,, and they were busy right up until the end of Sava's shift. Just as she was about to leave, she bumped into one of the servers carrying some dirty dishes. Luckily, they caught everything before it fell on the floor, but unfortunately, Sava got soaked by a large glass of water.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." The server apologized, seeing Sava drenched in water.
"Eh, it's not a problem." She replied. "My shift is over anyway."
Sava went to her locker and grabbed her stuff. Getting messing wasn't that uncommon so she had a change of clothes on hand just in case. She pulled them out, a green crop top and matching green shorts. She headed to the bathroom and changed, putting on a black zip-up sweater as the top showed a bit too much cleavage, and she wasn't wearing a bra.
She could feel several men's eyes on her butt as she stood the bus home. Her shorts were tight against her bubble butt, sos he didn't really blame them. A few guys smiled at her, but she turned away quickly so as to not lead them on. The bus was hot and crowded, but she didn't want to take her sweater off. That would only encourage the stares she was getting.
Finally on the elevator up, she found herself alone. She exhaled, feeling the aches of a stressful day at work. She was looking forward to a soothing, warm bath. Ryan and her would probably head out tonight with some friends to a local bar or club. They always had fun together, and after a long day of work, that's what Sava needed.
