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"That sure was a fancy ride you left in the other day," Bryce teased. "You didn't tell us it was prom night!""Oh, you're funny, Bryce! Write that joke yourself?""That one might have been Harp's. We were laughing our ASSES off!""Looks like it grew back, to me," I suggested. "Making you," I said, flipping him off, "just a bigger asshole."*I heard the double doors of the showroom open. "Time to go to work. Tell Harp HIS joke was a hit. Prom night!" I yelled, walking away.What am I working*with? I thought. Early forties dude. A bit too fat to be considered dad-bod. The Panama Jack Hawaiian shirt might as well have a guarantee to repel women sewn right into the label. A wedding ring? Really? This guy MUST have money.In the absence of a warm-bodied salesman, I was going to have to take point on Mr. Panama Jack. I've watched our guys work the floor, staying just far enough away, circling, keeping the prey between me and the front doors.Time's up, Panama Jack, I decided. Let's see what you've got.*"Welcome to Sport City," I announced, walking over to Panama Jack. "My name's Heather," offering a polite handshake."Hey, Heather. I'm Mike. Mike Noble," Mr. Panama Jack smiled.*James must have heard me from his office, as he came hurriedly to my rescue. I introduced him to Mike and returned to my Flirt Perch - as Bryce so aptly named the showcase spot for the most expensive bikes. James showed Mike around the showroom, asking the usual questions about size, power, speed, and of course...financing.When it looked like a deal seemed imminent, James nodded to me and headed to run Mr. Noble's credit. Batter up."Now, there's a man who knows what he wants," I complimented, walking over to Mike. Any self-respecting man doesn't want to be challenged in his decision-making. So my little implication should make him think,*I better Anadolu Yakası Escort buy a motorcycle now, or this pretty girl is going to think I'm a fickle, little pussy."I think so. Not sure if my wife would be comfortable on it though," Mike began his self-handicapping.*"Well, let's just see," I said, smiling. "Hop on."Mike seated himself on the motorcycle, then beheld my skirt riding up my legs as I climbed on behind him. I slid my hands around Mike's sides and interlaced my fingers across his chest."Ohhh yes," I said, quietly. "Very comfortable. Don't you think?""Mmmhmm," Mike replied."She will LOVE it," I told Mike, laying my head against his back and pressing my legs against his.James returned from the finance office and bid Mike to follow him back. I got a thumbs-up sign as they turned the corner. Game, set, match. An hour later, James handed me an envelope, addressed to The Flirt. Inside was a check for $500, my first ever sales commission. That has to be the easiest money I'll ever make, I thought, laughing.I wanted to text CJ and tell him about my exciting triumph, but he's been busy juggling school and work the last few days. We had only chatted a few times since my night at his house. I was just about to send a pic of my check to CJ anyway, when I heard the showroom doors open. A delivery driver wandered onto the floor, looking lost."Can I help you?" I asked, as I approached."Delivery for...Heather? Sorry, no last name.""I'll sign for it," I said, feeling a bit stirred and bewildered.*The driver handed me the box from his two-wheel dolly, wished me a good afternoon, and made his exit. I opened the box and read the little card enclosed at the top.*Pick one. See you at 7. CJ, was all it said. Below the card were two smaller boxes. The first box Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan contained a rather formal, floor-length gown - gorgeous blue satin with black lace embellishments and a pair of elegant, strappy heels. The other box had a pair of camouflage leggings, black lycra tank and a pair of black tactical boots.Oh. You've GOT to be kidding me, I thought, carrying the boxes to the service area. I definitely deserve the shit I'm gonna hear about this, I laughed.*"Alright, boys!" I announced. "Give it to me. Which one of these is more ridiculous for me to wear tonight?" I pulled open both boxes as Bryce and Harp walked over for the amusement."Maybe one is for you and one is for him," Bryce joked. "Is blue his color?"I let the boys have their fun, laughing and ridiculing me. But I warned them about making wise-ass remarks about CJ. He wasn't there to defend himself. And they knew nothing about the guy who was trying to win my affections."Why did you show us this?" Harp asked. "You had to know we'd give you hell about it.""Because it's hilarious! " I laughed. "And you guys are my friends, so who else am I gonna get to help me with this kind of crap? I mean...seriously. A ball gown? Fun, right? But come on!" I said, holding up the black boots, "You KNOW I'd have more fun doing whatever activity THESE go with.""Wear them with the gown," Bryce suggested. "You know, kind of a wardrobe mash-up!""You guys are a lot of help," I complained, stuffing the clothes back into their boxes."Wear the dress, Heather," Harp said, ending the comic mayhem. "It'll look sensational on you.""Thank you, Harp. Seriously," I said with a smile. Then I paid Bryce a scowling glare for all his efforts and headed over to my boss' office."What's in the box?" James asked."Don't Escort Anadolu Yakası ask," I laughed, exhausted from the ridicule. "Can I leave this in here until we close? It's what I'm supposed to wear tonight. Apparently CJ has big plans, picking me up at seven.""Another limo?""I suspect, yep," I said, bracing for the impact of more dumbass remarks."Well, good for you, Honey," James said, kindly. "Where's he taking you?""No idea," I answered, laughing and walking back to my perch.As the clock neared closing time, it was no surprise that the boys in the back finished up their end-of-the-day routine early. Bryce and Harp loitered in the showroom, conspicuously waiting for me to go change. I retrieved my box from James' office."Don't you have something for those guys to do?" I asked, laughing and pointing at the two staring motorheads."Nope," James answered. "I'm afraid we ALL want to see you in that dress.""Oh my God!" I blasted them all. "You see me in a lot less right now!"I took my time, putting a fresh wave in my hair and darkening my eye makeup a bit for a more dramatic look in low light. My arms and legs received a smooth application of vanilla bean lotion. I spritzed my chest and the back of my neck with my signature Dolce