Dollar Store Girl

Dollar Store Girl  
   
     A girl holds up a skimpy pull over. “Hey, mister. Do you think this is a dress? I’m not sure.”    
     My beamish boyish eyes feast on her youth. “I’m not sure if it’s a dress. But you would look great in it. I’d love to see you try it on.”  
     She giggles. “Is that a come on? I’d love to model it for you. You look like a man who appreciates the female form. I love men with a touch of grey too.”    
     In my imagination, she wears the beachwear. “You look half my age. But as they say, age doesn’t matter. I love younger women. You make me feel young again.”  
     I try to be the elder gentleman she desires. “Oh, you probably say that to all the girls.”  
    My honesty is the movie trailer. “Actually I’m shy. Had you not spoken I wouldn’t have said a word to you."  
     She follows my preview with girlish glee. “I love shy guys. You dudes are a challenge. I enjoy being the pursuer instead of the pursued. The hunt gets my libido into high gear. But you have to respond    
to my seduction. It’s no fun without the dance.”  
     My screenplay unfolds with gripping action. “I am a man of many words. Most of them I write into stories. But now I have you a real living and breathing woman to court. You have my complete attention my darling.”  
     She teases me with swimwear. “I have you exactly where I want you. Pardon me while I check out the bikinis down there. Mm, here’s a yellow one with purple polka dots.”    
     The girl bends over with her bottom pointed right in my face. Her bright red panties are exposed like a flag with the apex of her crevasse uncovered.  
     I risk turning her off with a pre-millennial- generation song. “Oh, I love the song for that. It goes way back to when I was a kid.” To my surprise, she is hip to this oldie.    
     “I know the song. Don’t think that my youth means I don’t know the oldies. But yeah you’re age is showing. That tune is from the sixties.”
     My golden age is revealed. “I was a kindergartner when the sixties ended. But I grew up with parents who were in a time warp in the fifties and sixties. I am surprised a post-generation X girl like you knows anything about the purple decades.”  
     She doesn’t miss a cue. “Hey, I even use the lingo. Can you dig it, man? Groovy. Far out.”  
     My heart beats like a bongo drum in a hippie love fest. “We’re two of a kind then. “We should get together and call ourselves an institute.” Paul Simon said that. My best lines are from other people.”  
     She grooves to my southern revival. “You’re doing just fine. I’d love to listen to your music collection. You trip me out. But in a good way. I’m sorry my ass has been in your face all this time. You don’t mind do you?”  
     My eyes do a hurricane waltz on her form. “Of course not. I’m just surfing your vibes like a stoner in heaven. You really seem fascinated by those bikinis.”      
     She looks back and smiles. “You seem enthralled by my derriere. I love to please older guys like you with my pert young ass.”  
     My screwball orbs take two on her bottom. “You’ve teased me beyond belief. Your posterior is enchanting. I could watch you wiggle all day.” She giggles.  
     “Let’s go back to my place and uncover my artwork. I think you’ll like my exhibition.”    
     My fully enlarged gourd shrinks a bit. “I’m not sure if I have much to share. I’m an old hippie.”  
     Her words swell my squash into a garden of Eden prize. “Just like I like them. You’ll do great. Now follow me to my pad. I’ll try on that dress for you. You know you can’t resist.”  
     This bird loves his golden cage. “I wouldn’t if I could.”    
     She closes the exit door. “I can tell. Now to my apartment you go boy. Resistance is futile.”    
      “You won’t get any disobedience from me.”  
     She swats my derriere. “Don’t give me no trouble tonight or I’ll whip your butt.”    
     She doesn’t need a Spanish Fly drug to get me hot for her. “And to think I just came in here for a belt.”  
     She whistles Dixie. “You can get all kinds of things at the Dollar Store.”