Sassie13, 50

The line is long, but I'm not worried. I smile at the next customer, my red lips a splash of color against my uniform. "Find everything okay?" My voice is a low, sultry purr. As I scan his items, he's not looking at the screen, but at me. My curves, celebrated and adored, are a living testament to my power. The confidence I exude is a kind of magic, turning a mundane transaction into a moment of undeniable heat. He fumbles for his card, f----ered and mesmerized. "You have the most beautiful smile," he says, a blush creeping up his neck. I just wink, because I know what he's really thinking.