The sensual aroma of Isabel invaded my nostrils powerfully, completely overwhelming me. At the same time, through the suit she wore as a work uniform, I could feel the softness of her bust pressing against my chest.
Still trembling and a little shaken by everything that had happened, she hugged me passionately, before sweetly whispering in my ear:
"Thank you so much."
After leaning on me for a while longer, the girl stepped back and unbuttoned a little of her uniform, revealing a small, sensual neckline that immediately caught my gaze.
Noticing how she had managed to provoke me, the girl smiled charmingly, leaning toward me and ensuring a better view. In her gaze, I could see a dangerous sensuality. Anyway, that was not the time to be seduced, so I quickly looked away.
"Don't worry, I was just passing by and noticed the situation, it was my duty to help since I saw what he was doing." Well, I hadn't confirmed it yet, but I was probably right. "In any case, I'm glad to help, but now I need to get back." My gaze landed on Eva, indirectly signaling that I was on a date.
At that moment, my eyes crossed with my partner's, who seemed uncomfortable with everything, which was natural, as I had left her behind in the middle of the date. To make matters worse, her gaze was full of jealousy, which was really dangerous.
Seeing that I was with another girl, Isabel showed a smile that I had difficulty deciphering. She seemed happy… maybe? Along with being a little interested, but at the same time, it was really hard to understand her.
"I see, she's very cute, as expected," she approached and gently touched my chest, "a man like you would be accompanied."
Once again, I felt enveloped by the woman's aroma and sensuality, which quickly pulled away with a smile. When I became aware of myself, I noticed a small black card in the girl's hand that she seemed to want to offer me.
"Consider this my thanks, you can request a free session whenever you want, I'll be happy to serve you." Her lips, generously made up with sensual red lipstick, moved attractively, almost begging for a kiss.
Still dazed, I accepted the small card. Looking at it vaguely, I discovered she had a personal beauty salon or something like that, just from the information on the card. I couldn't quite understand, but at the very least, I'd get a free haircut. Additionally, the most useful information there was her number clearly written, and Isabel made sure to emphasize that:
"Call me later, okay? Or I'll get mad." She turned and shifted her attention back to the man who was immobilized.
Around us, I noticed that the crowd had significantly reduced. Apparently after I exposed the guy, people understood the situation and lost interest.
Finally, with the man out of the way, I was able to take a look at the packaging and, as expected, it was a counterfeit and not a good one. Honestly, I couldn't understand what that man's intention was. Maybe he hoped to take advantage of Isabel's inexperience and make some money off of it. Or he was planning to force her to exchange the fake product for a new one, claiming he had been wronged.
"What's going on here?"
Suddenly, an elegant woman appeared and started giving orders to everyone. Out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but admire her appearance. She was a tall woman with a very voluptuous body, with beautiful curves clearly outlined by her tight suit, which clung to every contour of her sculpted body.
Her face was gorgeous, with firm features that indicated a strong woman. She had full, sensual lips that complemented a pair of powerful blue eyes that naturally made you obey her. Her long, loose hair was like a flowing mane, which matched her imposing image perfectly.
Exuding sensuality, she wore a generous neckline, revealing her large breasts, as well as a glimpse of her bra, whose red color and polished lace radiated a chic sensuality.
To top it off, she wore a pencil mini skirt that clung spectacularly to her rear and was so short it left her perfectly white and sensual thigh completely exposed. I couldn't help but notice how slender and well-trained her legs were. It seemed she didn't skip a day at the gym.
Finally, she wore semi-transparent tights along with elegant boots, which enhanced her beautiful legs and gave her a few more centimeters, making her figure even more imposing.
After a few moments arranging the mess, she ensured that only customers remained inside the store and that the rude man was appropriately guided to the police station, where the store would file a police report, or something like that. Honestly, I didn't care about the rest of the situation, from that point on there would only be bureaucracies that didn't interest me at all.
"Was it you who identified the scammer, right?" After giving orders to everyone, the strong woman approached with a curious look. I just nodded in response and she promptly smiled and offered a handshake. "I'm Vanessa, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm really thankful for the help."
"I'm Liam," I said, trying to mask my unease in front of the stunning woman. As we chatted, I explained how I had noticed the scan and reassured her that it wasn't a big deal. Truthfully, I wanted to wrap things up quickly; Eva's mounting jealousy weighed heavily on my mind.
However, Vanessa leaned toward me, making her breasts bounce beautifully with gravity, giving me a glimpse of the heavens. Finally, she said in her strong tone that left no room for counterargument:
"Please, come with me to my office for a minute? I need to ask you a few questions, and besides, I'd like to thank you properly for your help. It would be impolite of us not to return the favor in some way." I couldn't help but stare at the girl's chest while she talked about returning the favor. Maybe my hentai-addicted mind was creating too many scenarios.
Anyway, with no room to refuse, I ended up quickly talking to the little girl accompanying me, at least giving her an explanation, before following that hottie to her office. From Eva's look when I left, I was sure I'd have to reward her a lot for all the time wasted so that she wouldn't be in a bad mood for a week.
"Come in and make yourself comfortable," the girl opened the door, revealing her office, which wasn't fancy, just a closed room with white walls, "and don't worry, no one will disturb us while we're here."
After saying those words, which could have a double meaning, the girl also unbuttoned her blouse, making her neckline take on a proportion that could only be called vulgar. I could perfectly see her breasts and could almost see the beginning of her toned abdomen.
Third-person narration:
Thomas kicked a trash can, trying to take out his frustration on the poor object. Of course, the kick did nothing to ease his anger. The guy, with his explosive temper and excessive self-confidence, just couldn't handle the blow to his ego caused by a simple rejection.
Annoyed, he kept walking through the mall, not even bothering to hide the look of discontent on his face. His muscles, highlighted by the tight shirt that seemed to be struggling to contain his defined chest, pulsed with every impatient step.
As he wandered alone, shaking his head in irritation, the murmur of a conversation caught his attention. A group of people was talking about some commotion at a wine shop, where some unlikely hero had saved the day.
One kid in particular was telling his friends how he was jealous of the hero, who had left the cute store clerk totally smitten with him. The other guys agreed, going on about how beautiful Isabel was.
Hearing that, Thomas felt a new wave of irritation rise inside him and realized the world was just out to screw him over that afternoon. Bitter memories flashed in his mind as he remembered how, not long before, he had tried talking to the graceful woman and was met with zero sympathy.
As usual, he had strutted into the store with his chest puffed out and absolute confidence. His eyes were searching for this new hot employee his buddies had mentioned. It didn't take long before his gaze landed on a stunning figure whose beauty couldn't be hidden, even under her conservative clothes.
He'd heard that the woman ran some other business, a beauty salon or something like that. The guy didn't care about the details at all; he only knew she had given a card with her number and some other info to Amelia, a friend of his, a few days ago. With a plan in mind and flashing his best smile, he approached the girl and asked,
"Can I get your business card? I'd love to take advantage of your services sometime."
Thomas wasn't the type to hesitate, and this time was no different. In fact, he was usually even more direct in his approach, as his self-confidence and good looks guaranteed a decent success rate.
"Sorry, I'm not interested. Are you going to buy something?" Isabel shot him down without showing the slightest bit of interest.
To make it worse, even though the guy kept trying to make conversation as time passed, he was completely ignored and rejected by the girl, who didn't leave any room for a chat.
One failure wouldn't be enough to knock the guy's huge ego down or piss him off, but the total disregard and lack of interest she showed was driving him crazy. In his head, the only reason she turned him down was because she was arrogant and had terrible taste.
As all those memories came rushing back, a vein pulsed on the guy's forehead. He decided to look into this whole story. There was no way he could believe someone else had managed what he couldn't. And if someone had, well, he'd just have to prove he was better than them, and everything would probably work out fine.
Truth is, he had no plan at all; his anger was clouding his mind so much that he couldn't even think straight, but with determined steps, Thomas headed for the wine shop, ready to face the situation head-on. As he got closer, his eyes scanned the scene, taking in the details of the mess that had unfolded before his arrival.
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Meanwhile, Eva watched with a restless gaze as her beloved, led away by a stunning and voluptuous woman, headed toward an unknown destination. The reason behind this brief separation was the well-deserved reward he would receive for helping the store. Yet, as illogical as it might be, a deep jealousy took root in her heart, as she felt something precious was slipping away.
She couldn't help but admire how beautiful Vanessa was, with her flawless body. From behind, with each step, that enormous backside swayed, drawing envious stares. Could she ever compete with that?
And then there was Isabel, elegant and stunning, her beauty unmatched. How could anyone hope to compete with a woman like her? On top of that, Eva couldn't ignore the way Helena had glanced at her partner; she had definitely found him attractive, even though they barely knew each other. Could she really compete with a busty woman like that when she was just a petite, not-so-sensual girl?
As the two drifted further away, she felt a tight knot form in her chest. The feeling of being left behind, even temporarily, triggered a wave of insecurity. A little voice whispered in her mind, questioning if she was good enough. No matter how ridiculous it seemed, she couldn't help but feel deeply unsure.
Eva's patience began to run thin as the minutes dragged on. Every second of waiting felt like an eternity, feeding her impatience. Her anxious eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the two returning. The shadows of jealousy lingered, fanned by a breeze of insecurity that stoked the flames within her, burning away at her confidence. The fire spread.
Luckily, the time that passed wasn't as long as it felt. Soon, she saw a familiar face returning, with a big smile. In his hand, he carried something wrapped in paper, obscuring what it was. As he got closer, she finally saw what it was.
"Here, a gift for you."
It was a microphone. Of course, they didn't sell those at the store, but Vanessa knew the owner of an electronics shop and had arranged things. In the end, what mattered was the equipment now in front of her.
"Why didn't you get something for yourself?" she asked, still feeling a bit unsure.
"You've been needing a better microphone, so I figured it was the best choice. There's no better gift for me than seeing you smile."
Without a doubt, he had become much better at picking his words, and with just a smile and a few well-chosen phrases, he completely obliterated Eva's jealousy, making her shine brighter than the blazing sun of that day.
"Thank you so much!" she said, with all her heart.
The two of them continued on their way, while elsewhere, a very angry man was heading toward that place, bringing plenty of trouble with him.