It started as any other day before had, with the molasses-slow churn of customers lining up in the bank's velvet rope labyrinth leading to the wall of teller windows; of the six stations available, only four were occupied. At station #3 is where this carnal tale begins, where a very bored worker sat in his high-backed office chair, drumming his fingers against the cerulean granite desktop while waiting for the next customer to arrive at his window. But the after-lunch lull had set in and the brightly lit branch was all but a ghost town. He sighed, pushed himself to his feet to mill towards the bathroom to pass the time on his phone. A few blessed moments of peace later, he returned to his window but noted the teller line was empty except for him; a single customer waited patiently to be called. Big surprise there--he mused with minor annoyance as he took his seat, unlocking his station.
"Next at Window 3!" He proclaimed, waving the woman over to him while wearing his best customer service smile.
She was clad from her dainty shoulders-to-ankles in black form-fitting athletic attire, her hair ran down her back in neatly done, intricate braids that swayed from side-to-side as sashayed her curvy figure towards his window. As she walked, he caught a glimpse of the thick gold hoop earrings dangling from her lobes, noting a name spelled out in the middle in flourishing cursive: B'shara. The moment she closed the distance between them, an intoxicating aroma wafted off her that filled his head and blocked out everything else around him.
"Good afternoon, welcome to Obelisk Bank! How can I help you today?" He spouted out the scripted greeting he was required to use with every customer.
The woman set her black alligator leather bag onto the counter softly, diving her stiletto-tipped hands into it to unearth her debit card and driver's license before turning her attention to him; one of her eyebrows cocked upward with intrigue.
"I'm just here for a deposit." Her voice was sweet and sultry like warm honey, but her words beheld something darker, more carnal beneath the innocent surface.
"Okay, well I'd be happy to help you with that." He replied, deciding to take her words at face-value to uphold his professionalism; he held out his hand as she shoved the card and a thick stack of bills through the slot in the transparent partition.
Lightning fingers danced rhythmically on the keys as he input her information into his computer, her driver's license picture appeared along with all her pertinent information.
"B'shara Chatham?" He made her name a question, peeping up from his monitor to verify her identity.
"The one and only." B'shara confirmed as she pulled down the white-rimmed, dark-lense sunglasses down from her warm doe eyes, a tiny flirtatious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Perfect." He replied, hand-counting her money rapidly before inserting the stack into the machine to his left; it let out a mechanical groan, then slowly devoured the greenbacks. With a few more taps of his keyboard, and some well-placed clicks of his mouse, her transaction was completed in record time,
"And there you have it, you're all set. Anything else I can help you with?" he asked, giving his best corporate drone customer service voice
"Nope, that's all I needed." She began to say, but visibly contradicted herself, "Actually...what time do you get off?" The tawny-skinned woman inquired, pursing her plump lips.
"Uhhh..." His eyes darted down to the corner of his computer monitor towards the time, noting it read 3:29 in the afternoon. "I'm done in, like, two hours."
"Gotcha." She replied as she smoothed her hands down the white trim running down the sides of her black Lycra pants; her face shifted to a deeper amusement as his eyes followed the seductive motion, "I've got time to kill, maybe I'll wait around 'til then."
"Oh yeah? Where are we headed?" The man behind the teller window retorted without missing a beat, crossing his arms cockily over his barrel chest while his meadow green eyes ascended her form to meet hers.
"That depends." She remarked coyly, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder.
"On?" The man shot back, while reclining in his office chair, propping his feet up on the stool covertly tucked underneath his desktop.
"On what you're trying to do, of course." She leaned forward, propping herself up on folded arms; a peek of her cleavage was visible over the generous neckline of her compression shirt.
He blinked slowly to maintain eye contact, maintaining his façade of poise.
"Well I can think of two or three things off the top of my head that I'd like to do." The teller countered coolly.
"Do tell." The coquettish woman dared him, that initial smile deepened into something impishly mischievous.
The Teller let out a dry, throaty chuckle which was low enough that only they could hear it,
"I think I'd rather show than tell." He sat up straight in his seat, tapping a few keys on his keyboard to finish the transaction for her before continuing, "It's more fun for both of us that way, don't you think?"
B'shara nibbled on her bottom lip, shutting her eyes for a moment, as if imagining all the possibilities of what he could mean then sighed contented. With a rhythmic tap of her bubblegum-pink manicured nails on the desk, she rose to her full height and backed away slowly from his teller window.
"Mmmph, you better be worth the wait boy." She stated as she gathered her belongings to leave, with light dancing in her warm chocolate gaze as she backpedaled slowly.
"Only time will tell." He called out to her softly, a devilish grin was framed on his heavily bearded face.
