I asked "May I have your name?" and "What is this in reference to?". He just laughed and said "Tell him Bob's here to pick up his new Vette."

Well I happened to know that we only had one Vette in stock and no one had bought it. In fact, many buyers had look but no one wanted to pay $5,000.00 over sticker!

I was hoping some rich good looking young guy would come in and buy the car. Well, this guy was basically OK looking and he was easily 40.

Anyway I had to page my manager and keep Bob entertained while he waited. While I was talking to Bob I noticed that he kept looking down over the counter at my chest. I realized that I was wearing a loose top and he was trying to look down the front. At first it was kind of creepy. Then, as we continued to talk, I began to enjoy having him try to see my little boobies.

Hey, I had a bra on my small tits and he was trying to steal a look. Good for him.