A smile spread across her face. I walked to the counter and leaned over it. She was giving me a good view of her cleavage. “Hi, can I help you?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. I took out my checkbook and wrote a check for $1,000. I tore it out of the checkbook and handed it to her. “I’d like to get a cashier’s check for this amount, please.” “Certainly,” she said. She took the check and walked over to a machine. She fed the check into the machine and waited for it to spit out a cashier’s check. “Here you are,” she said as she handed me the check. “Thanks,” I said. I put the check in my wallet and started to walk away. “Um, excuse me?” she said. I turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Yes?” “It’s just that, well, I think you may have noticed how low cut my blouse is,” she said. “And I was wondering if, um, well, I don’t get off work for another hour. Maybe we could, you know, go somewhere and, um, have some fun?” I pretended to think about it for a minute. “Sure,” I said. “I’m sure my wife won’t mind if I’m an hour late for dinner.” “Um, actually, I was thinking maybe we could, you know, not tell your wife about this,” she said. “Oh, I wasn’t planning on telling her,” I said. “She doesn’t need to know about every little thing I do.” “Great,” she said. “So, um, where should we go?” I thought for a minute. “Do you have a car?” I asked. “Um, yeah, I do,” she said. “Great. Why don’t you meet me in the parking lot in, say, five minutes?” I suggested. “Okay,” she said. I walked out to my car and got in. I waited a few minutes and then she walked out to the parking lot. She got in her car and followed me as I drove out of the parking lot. I turned onto the highway and headed towards a hotel I knew about.
