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Tina turned slowly, admiring her body in the trio of mirrors in the dressing room. She loved how the black stockings made her tanned skin seem to glow. The garter belt framed her ass like the work of art she'd been told it was by many men. Her credit card was a little too close to its limit, but she couldn't keep from buying. Besides, she thought, good lingerie is an investment in her future. Personally and professionally, it always helped to be able to flash a little something naughty. She pulled her black mini-dress back into place and headed to the register to pay for her purchases.
She left the store giggling at how embarrassed the mousy little sales clerk had been from having to cut the tags high up on Tina's thigh to ring up the items. Maybe if the girl bought one of the many push-up bras her store sold she'd be shopping instead of working there.
"God, you're such a brat," Tine muttered to herself as she walked out to the parking lot. She strode surely and seductively on four inch heels to the space she'd left her car. It was empty. "What the fuck?" She looked around, hoping she'd just picked the wrong row. But no, there was no black convertible to be seen in the mostly empty lot. "I can't believe some asshole stole my car!"
"Uh, everything all right?"
Tina spun around. A guy was leaning out the window of his pick-up truck. "No. Everything is not all right. My car's been stolen."
"Was it parked right there?"
"Yeah, duh."
"Dark Miata?"
"Yes. Did you see it?"
"Sure did. But it wasn't stolen, miss. It got towed."
"Why? It's not like I was parked illegally."
"Can't say. But it was a police tow truck, I did see that much."
"Fuck!" Tina put her hands on her shapely hips and tried not to scream. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
"Go to the impound lot. They can tell you what's going on. But you better hurry, they close in less than an hour."
"I can't get someone to take me that soon." She eyed the man. He looked a few years older than her twenty-two. A little scruffy, but not too bad. "Unless you want to take me." She pushed her shoulders back, displaying her impressive cleavage.
"Er, I'm kind of running late."
"Please," she asked, softening her voice and her eyes in a way few men could resist. "You'd be saving my life."
"Hell, okay. Get in. But I gotta just drop you off. I don't have time to wait around."
She beamed and skipped over to the truck. "Thank you so much." After climbing inside she placed her hand on his denim-covered leg. "I really appreciate this."
He stared down her top for a while and then cleared his throat. "No problem. I'd hope someone would do the same for my wife."
"Oh, you're married? Figures... cute and such a gentleman." In truth she'd already lost interest in talking to him. She needed to get her car and get home. Her best friends were planning a night out on the town and she wasn't going to miss it for anything. It had been almost two weeks since she'd had something hard between her legs and that was a record that left her frustrated and short-tempered.
***
The impound lot was a dump in the middle of nowhere. Tina scrunched up her face and looked around as her ride left. She slipped through the open gate and headed towards the little shack that must have held the office. Out of the corner of her eye a familiar sight drew her attention. Her car was just to the left of the structure. She could see a long scratch down the side.
"Oh, fuck no. They did not mess up my car." She ran over and patted the hood. "You poor baby. What did those nasty people do to you?"
"If that car talks back to you miss I'll eat my shoe."
She turned quickly, short skirt revealing the stretch of naked thigh above her stockings. There was a tall, imposing man leaning against the wall. He wasn't wearing a uniform but had the cocky smirk every cop seemed to wear. "What the hell happened to my car?"
"I'll ask the questions. What are you doing in here?"
"Trying to get my car back,
Tina turned slowly, admiring her body in the trio of mirrors in the dressing room. She loved how the black stockings made her tanned skin seem to glow. The garter belt framed her ass like the work of art she'd been told it was by many men. Her credit card was a little too close to its limit, but she couldn't keep from buying. Besides, she thought, good lingerie is an investment in her future. Personally and professionally, it always helped to be able to flash a little something naughty. She pulled her black mini-dress back into place and headed to the register to pay for her purchases.
She left the store giggling at how embarrassed the mousy little sales clerk had been from having to cut the tags high up on Tina's thigh to ring up the items. Maybe if the girl bought one of the many push-up bras her store sold she'd be shopping instead of working there.
"God, you're such a brat," Tine muttered to herself as she walked out to the parking lot. She strode surely and seductively on four inch heels to the space she'd left her car. It was empty. "What the fuck?" She looked around, hoping she'd just picked the wrong row. But no, there was no black convertible to be seen in the mostly empty lot. "I can't believe some asshole stole my car!"
"Uh, everything all right?"
Tina spun around. A guy was leaning out the window of his pick-up truck. "No. Everything is not all right. My car's been stolen."
"Was it parked right there?"
"Yeah, duh."
"Dark Miata?"
"Yes. Did you see it?"
"Sure did. But it wasn't stolen, miss. It got towed."
"Why? It's not like I was parked illegally."
"Can't say. But it was a police tow truck, I did see that much."
"Fuck!" Tina put her hands on her shapely hips and tried not to scream. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
"Go to the impound lot. They can tell you what's going on. But you better hurry, they close in less than an hour."
"I can't get someone to take me that soon." She eyed the man. He looked a few years older than her twenty-two. A little scruffy, but not too bad. "Unless you want to take me." She pushed her shoulders back, displaying her impressive cleavage.
"Er, I'm kind of running late."
"Please," she asked, softening her voice and her eyes in a way few men could resist. "You'd be saving my life."
"Hell, okay. Get in. But I gotta just drop you off. I don't have time to wait around."
She beamed and skipped over to the truck. "Thank you so much." After climbing inside she placed her hand on his denim-covered leg. "I really appreciate this."
He stared down her top for a while and then cleared his throat. "No problem. I'd hope someone would do the same for my wife."
"Oh, you're married? Figures... cute and such a gentleman." In truth she'd already lost interest in talking to him. She needed to get her car and get home. Her best friends were planning a night out on the town and she wasn't going to miss it for anything. It had been almost two weeks since she'd had something hard between her legs and that was a record that left her frustrated and short-tempered.
***
The impound lot was a dump in the middle of nowhere. Tina scrunched up her face and looked around as her ride left. She slipped through the open gate and headed towards the little shack that must have held the office. Out of the corner of her eye a familiar sight drew her attention. Her car was just to the left of the structure. She could see a long scratch down the side.
"Oh, fuck no. They did not mess up my car." She ran over and patted the hood. "You poor baby. What did those nasty people do to you?"
"If that car talks back to you miss I'll eat my shoe."
She turned quickly, short skirt revealing the stretch of naked thigh above her stockings. There was a tall, imposing man leaning against the wall. He wasn't wearing a uniform but had the cocky smirk every cop seemed to wear. "What the hell happened to my car?"
"I'll ask the questions. What are you doing in here?"
"Trying to get my car back,
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