On the Run

“May I help you, Miss?”

“Yes. I’d like to open an account.”

“Certainly. Please have a seat, it won’t be a moment.” I sat down in a soft leather chair, deftly tucking my dress beneath myself as I did so. I had rehearsed this in my mind a hundred times, but the strange sensations of wearing women’s clothing were totally new to me. As I crossed my legs, I noticed with a twinge of alarm that the sweet feelings of arousal in my panties were starting to return.

“Miss?” At first I didn’t realize that the receptionist was calling to me. Snap out of it! I stood up and she pointed me towards a young man seated behind a mahogany desk, with a computer monitor and a neat stack of papers in front of him. He stood when I approached, and I grasped his strong hand awkwardly as he introduced himself. “I’m Brian Robbins. I understand you’d like to open an account with us.”

I sat down in front of his desk and smiled demurely. “That’s right.” Keep it short and sweet, I reminded myself, less chance of making an error that way. “I’m Victoria Ross.”

Brian was dressed in khakis, button down shirt and rep tie. His blazer was draped over the back of his chair. He was a little older than I was, and very good looking. “May I call you Victoria?”

“Vicky is fine.”

“Are you new to Arizona, Vicky?”

“Uh huh.”

“Where are you from?”

“Chicago.”

“What kind of account would you like to open with us today?”

“Checking and savings, I guess.”

Brian launched into a detailed explanation of the many fine account options available to me. Although it was after five o’clock, and some of the other bank officers were switching off their computers and clearing off their desks, he seemed totally unconcerned about the time. I screwed up my eyes and pretended to look confused. “You decide for me, okay? I just want to get started with something simple.”