Sam pulled his pickup into the bank parking lot at 4:50pm. The off-road truck he was driving represented six months of his time and investment as he had optimized it for trailhead camping. There would always more he could do to upgrade it in the pursuit of perfection, but he was very happy with how it was configured now and excited to test it out over the weekend. He was pleased to see a parking spot open alongside the bank's glass side wall, where he could keep an eye on the truck and its camper from inside. This was one of the bank's smaller, regional branches in a safe neighborhood, but you never knew.
He normally wouldn't be driving the truck while he was working, but he was hoping to get out of town immediately following a client visit. The sky was dark and ominous above as he hopped out of the cab to dash inside the bank. He hoped he's evening plans wouldn't be ruined by rain.
It was only a few minutes before the branch closed, and a couple of other last-minute customers were in line in front of him. He held in his hand a check for sixty thousand dollars. It was the largest single payment his small consulting business had ever received. He hated going into bank branches, but the amount of the check was over the limit he could deposit online.
The woman standing in line in front of him was wearing a zip-up hoodie sweatshirt and white stretch pants. She had the soccer mom look with her bleach blonde ponytail and baggy purse as she concentrated on scrolling through something on her phone. The stretch material of her pants left little to the imagination. It gripped her Pilates-toned cheeks firmly and held to the contour of her ass crack. She had the kind of ass that other women would kill for -- a perfect bubble butt. The thin white material provided little cover for skimpy orange underwear that rode the crevice of her ass underneath. Given the orange color matched her sneakers and the trim of her jacket, he assumed the show was no accident.
The line crawled forward as a frail woman with a walker was called to the front to be helped by one of the two tellers working windows. A man walked away from one of the windows while returning his wallet to a coat pocket.
A few minutes later the other window opened up, and the soccer mom moved forward to be served.
At last, as the soccer mom walked away from the window. The teller on the other side looked at Sam and waived him over. She smiled as he approached her station. They were separated by a thick layer of plexiglass, but she spoke directly toward him as if it wasn't there.
"Hi. How can I help you today?"
Sam looked at her nametag. It was resting on a pair of tits so large that her nametag was almost completely horizontal on top. The young woman had a soft baby face with high cheek bones and cute, round nose. She wore light makeup except for dark eyeliner. This seemed to be her attempt to draw attention away from her chest and up to her eyes. It was a battle that would never be won. The nametag read "Lizzy." He wondered if she had turned twenty-one yet.
"Hello Lizzy. I have a deposit to make, please."
He slid the check through the gap under the plexiglass barrier along with his bank card and ID. She picked up his ID, held it up to compare against his face, smiled, then slid it back under.
"Thank you. Just give me a minute to access your account," she replied as she turned to operate her computer.
Sam watched her through the plexiglass as he waited. Her black cotton top had a zipper front with a metal pull ring. She had it pulled down to where one normally would, but in her case, it revealed a plummeting darkness into the cleavage between her tits. She wore a modest, heart-shaped pendant, hung from a thin gold chain around her neck. The dainty necklace only served to accentuate the enormity of her breasts. It was a great sight, but he could tell he was staring at her. There really was nothing else to look at while waiting, so after a while and not wanting to be judged, he turned to look away from the window completely. The other teller was still assisting the old lady. A person he assumed to be the manager was locking the front door to the bank so no more customers could enter.
Lizzy half-turned from her terminal toward the window. "Ok. So, I see three accounts for the business. Which one would you like to make the deposit into?"
"Oh, right. I can get you the account number of the one I want it in. Hang on."
Sam pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and disengaged the lock screen. He set it flat on the counter in front of the teller window so he could point to his screen for Lizzy if necessary. Absent mindedly, he touched the icon to open the web browser app instead of the banking app. As soon as the browser launched and took over the screen, his mistake was obvious. A video he had been watching the night before took over the entire screen and resumed playing. It was a tight shot of a woman laying on a couch. A guy was fucking her from behind. The camera was zoomed in on a dick thrusting in and out of her hairy pussy. In the short time before Sam could scramble to hide the browser, the man's dick pulled out to shoot a load of cum to into the wet, matted pubic hair of the pussy he had been fucking. A second pulse of cum was frozen mid-frame as the app tucked away with a swooshing animation. Fortunately, no sound had played.
Sam looked up at the teller, who pretended to have looked away from his phone. He was mortified.
"I'm so sorry," he said quietly.
Lizzy gave a wave of her hand as if to say, "No problem, it happens all the time."
It clearly did not happen all the time. She had handled it professionally but was now red in the face and seemed flustered.
"I guess that's a different kind of deposit," said Sam, trying to break the awkwardness.
She smiled at his joke as he found the correct app on his phone and identified the account number where he wanted to have his check deposited. Lizzy processed the order and asked him to wait for a minute while she got a manager to approve the transaction.
The lady Sam previously saw locking the front door of the bank was soon consulting with Lizzy on the other side of the plexiglass wall. They were looking at the screen and then at one another speaking softly. He couldn't make out what they were saying. The manager woman, wearing a suit and blouse, was attractive but generally unremarkable. After a few minutes she walked away, and Lizzy turned back to the window.
"Ok. Here's your transaction receipt and card back." She slid the items underneath to him. "We noticed that you reached a milestone with your account today. Congratulations."
Sam knew what she was referring to. The business account had just surpassed one million dollars of activity in the year. It was part of why he was excited to make it into the branch today before they closed.
"Normally we ask you to sit down with a banker for a few minutes when this happens. Since they've all gone home for the day, my manager asked if you'd be willing to sit with me for just a minute. It shouldn't take long."
This was going to be a sales pitch, but Sam had nowhere to be, and he felt like he owed her for his earlier indiscretion. "Sure," he agreed.
Lizzy closed out her terminal, walked to the back of the secure area, and out into the lobby through a side door. She walked over to Sam and invited him to follow her toward a row of small offices against the far wall of the lobby. She wore a tight, knee-heigh skirt and high heels to achieve the look that was expected of her in the bank. He smiled as she wobbled walking in the heels.
She sat down in an office task chair, trying to look professional and composed. She smoothed her skirt, crossed her legs, and pulled at the side of her top to center her cleavage within the zipper opening. They sat in one of the small offices across the desk from one another. She logged in to the computer terminal and followed the prompts on the screen to guide her questions.
