The truck door slammed  open and the burly giant jumped out, heading straight for the quivering girl in the small red  sedan.

“Get outta the car, you moron! What the hell did you think you were doing?”

Susan visibly blanched and slid down in her seat praying for inspiration. She knew she was at fault, reversing out of the parking space without due care and attention. But, Hey, she’d just stolen a state of the art 10″ laptop, a  Samsung mobile and a packet of frozen chips for her lunch. She was starving. All that planning the heist had depleted her energy levels.

Rolling down her window she attempted the dumb blond approach.

“I’m ever so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I’ll pay for all damages. Just give me your address”, she lied, not having a penny to her name. Now if you could just move your truck so that I can get home to my kids. The babysitter will be anxious.”

Tears for added effect squeezed from her pretty blue eyes. They would have melted the  hardest of hearts. Not the truckers apparently.

“Move my truck! Are you crazy? You’ve banged into the side. Are you blind? Can’t you see the big, big hole, Missy?”

“I know” Her ripe, red lips trembled, ” but I really will compensate you. Really.”

The big man leaned back from the window and tried the car door. Locked!

“Get outta the car, Lady. I’m calling the police.”

Susan sighed. This was not going the way she had planned. Right. Think.

“Step away from the car, Sir so I can open the door.”

Big Hank moved further back and watched as the longest, most luscious pair of stream lined legs he had ever seen slowly unfolded from the car’s interior. There followed a rucked up skirt revealing a faint hint of pure white panties, a bust that would knock the eyes from your head and last but not least a leonine mane of golden hair, tossed back seductively.

“Oh My. I see what you mean, Sir. But I don’t think the police are necessary in this instance, do you?” moving ever closer to the poor, distracted male of the species.

“Well, I suppose, if you pay for damages like you said , we could call it quits. I mean accidents do happen, right. You live around here then.”.” All this uttered in a high pitched, shaky voice, very unlike Hank’s rough, loud , usual one.

“I do, Sir and here’s my card. Address, phone number and rates all included.”

Hank was perplexed, rates?, but accepted the proffered card and retreated sheepishly back to his truck. Susan smiled sweetly, slithered back into her car and drove off.

“Rates?” The hypnotised man blinked rapidly as he read.

SUSAN – FRENCH MASSEUR

EXTRAS AVAILABLE ON REQUEST

PRICES AS SHOWN.

Hank fumbled for his phone and speed dialled the listed number.