paRENTAL ADVISORY 17

"At least get me a picture." Vicki bubbled and put Heidi to work pricing new garments. Boring but it was a paycheck. Heidi concluded that Vicki was less concerned about her well-being and more about her own primal needs. If he was a convicted felon Vicki Bishop would probably be all over him. She looked like the type to write someone in prison for kicks. Maybe that was her secret.

Six miles away, Zach Pedigo found his target destination. Just off the interstate in a small industrial park was a warehouse with a huge sign facing the road identifying the place as Teleki's Vinyl Siding and Insulation. Out front was parked some pretty fancy cars considering the occupation. He worried he might be walking into an illegal Chop Shop. Upon approach from the parking lot, he spotted an African American woman who stood outside smoking a cigarette. A pretty fine woman at that. Rhianna on a good day for certain. She eyed his every move as he left his helmet on his bike and took the walk toward the front door.

"Morning." He opted to convey a greeting.

"Better now." She cast her cigarette butt aside and placed her fingers in both back pockets of her tight blue jean shorts. He presumed that was to show off her dynamite 38E's in that black tank top with narrow straps on her shoulders that she was trying to hide them behind. Definitely no bra.

"You work here?"

"Off and on." She sizes him up with serious interest, "My ole' man owns the place. Looking for some home siding?"

"Job hunting actually. I saw a help wanted ad on Craig's List."

"Gotta love Craig." She explores him up with an approving, "MmmMmm!"

"I'm going to bite my tongue considering I really need work." He chuckles.

"None where I see. Work that is. You're looking in pretty good shape in all the right places."

Whispering he winks, "I was thinking the same thing."

"You just keep on thinking that way." She narrows her eyes playfully with a smirk then shakes her tits at him. "Gotta name?"

"Zach. You?"

"Angela. Call me Angel. Come on in handsome I'll find my Italian Stallion."

"Wasn't that Rocky?"

"My man's name is Rocky." She chuckles, "Follow these boulders. Down the mountain sweetie!" She pats her ass cheeks and opens the front door entering. He followed and tried to keep his eyes up. With a name like Rocky he didn't want a black eye. Inside the main office there was a girl around Heidi's age sitting behind a desk on the phone taking an order by the sound of it. Concluding Angel was around his age, the light skinned girl was most likely her daughter. The girl smiled at Zach and fluttered her fingers, he winked at her without even considering that black eye fear. She was pretty fucking hot like her mom.

"Rocky's in the shop, come on back Z-Man."

"At least she didn't say C-Man." Zach chuckled thinking of the semen she was most likely hoping for. Angel was certainly trying to keep his attention. Inside were three other men, two black, one white. Each of them checked out Angel with lust. "Yeah, everyone is tapping the boss's wife." Moving around them into the interior of the building supply Angel called out, "Where's my Rock Hard?"

"Back here." A gruff voice came from behind a mountain of stored home siding. Daylight on the horizon behind it she led Zach around to see a back garage door open. A man driving a forklift was loading up siding onto a flatbed semi-trailer. Overseeing it was a shorter, chubby man with a goatee holding a clipboard, checking off what was going out the door.

"Hey Baby! Possible new recruit. This is Zach."

"You must be the infamous Rocky." Zach grinned.

"He looks fit." Rocky winced, then looks back at Angel's eyes exploring Zach.

"Don't I know it." She winks at Zach a second time.

"Keep your mitts off my wife."

"Excuse me?" Zach lost expression.

"I see you checking out her fine ass."

"Uhhh! Was I?"

"Don't pay Rocky no mind Sugar. He's just being territorial. Be nice Rock, we need a strong worker."

"No, you need a strong..." Rocky bites his tongue as his daughter steps out of the front office and tracks them down.

"Daddy? Mister Abraham just called about that back order of trim. He says it's on the way from Spokane."

"Thanks Cleo." Rocky notes even his daughter curious over Zach. "Eyes off my kid."

"I think, I'll just go." Zach swallowed at Rocky's glare. Danny DeVito was on a warpath.

Angel moved quickly grabbing Zach by the arm laughing, "Relax Handsome. My ole man is just testing your reaction. Don't you go running off."

"Just busting your balls, Buddy. I know my wife is hot. Daughter's off limits though. That gets you fired."

"Ummm! I don't work here to even get fired."

"Cleo?" Rocky squints at his daughter, "Take your barely legal behind back to the office."

"Oh, my God!" Cleo rolls her eyes before looking at Zach, "Run while you can." She twists in step after a beguiling smirk and scurries away, Zach had to divert his gaze, she was wearing a very short dress. It reminded him of Heidi's. Long muscular legs did not help his struggling eyes.

"I'm considering that."