Diamonds in the Rough

There was a jingle as I opened the door and stepped into the little jewelry store on fifth street. It was a small family owned business that had been there for a long time on a street that had seen better years. The neighborhood had really gone downhill recently and business had suffered across the board.
I showed up at five to nine and knocked on the door. The woman behind the desk pressed a buzzer that let me in. That was the kind of neighborhood it was now. As I entered the girl behind the counter came forward and greeted me warmly. She was a petite girl, maybe 5’1” with pale white skin and long dark hair that naturally curled down around her shoulders like Elizabeth Mastrantonio (the chick that played Maid Marion in the Kevin Costner Robin Hood movie). Her mouth was small and her eyes dark. She dressed conservatively wearing a white dress shirt and a grey business skirt that ended just above the knee, nothing special really.
“I’m so glad you made it! I just looked at the clock and thought maybe something happened to you!” Her name was Brianna and despite her bookish appearances in wardrobe, inside she really thought she was something else. I’ve known her since high school and it doesn’t seem that she’s changed all that much. Always thought she was better than everyone else, always so reserved and cold. If she wasn’t putting on her phony smile and nice girl act, you could always tell that she thought she was a better class of person than you. She always got straight A’s and flaunted her looks at all the guys. Bit of a tease really. I always thought she was a bitch.
“Traffic was crazy!” I lied. “I’m really sorry, do you have time or should I come back tomorrow?” I knew she’d let me stay. This time I’d done my homework here.
“No! Don’t worry about it! I’ll just close up and then we can get down to business.” She swished quickly around me to lock the door and then around the store tidying up whatever needed it. I looked her over as she did so, trying to get the best look I could at her body. She was always nicely proportioned, her breasts a nice handful, her ass a little bigger but not by much. She was thin but not toned. The kind of girl who watched what she ate but didn’t exorcise to stay thin.
“There now, where were we? You had picked the rings but…?” We got into small talk that you don’t really care about. I came in weeks ago with my fiancé to pick wedding rings. Brianna had helped us and in the next couple of weeks we returned a few more times to make changes or ask questions. She didn’t remember me, but I remembered her the moment she came over and flashed me her phony retail smile. I remembered that her father owned the store when we were in school, but I never thought she’d still be working here after all these years! Tonight I was going to finalize the arrangement for our custom wedding bands and pay which was why she was so glad I came and closed the shop to help me.
I had started flashing my cash around as soon as we entered the store on our first visit. Everyone wants to look good when they see someone they knew in high school and I was no different. Only, she didn’t recognize me. Maybe it was because her eyes were on my money. She was clearly impressed by the wad of bills I had on me and I was finding myself impressed with her body, again.
After our first visit I did some checking around and found out her jewelry store wasn’t doing so well. In fact it was doing miserably for several years now, living month to month and was always on its death bed, inching closer and closer to bankruptcy. Her father was an old man now and she had to handle all of the financial problems on her own.
I convinced my soon-to-be-wife to get the biggest diamonds, saying that money didn’t matter, just to watch this bitch’s eyes pop out of her head. It worked too. When we were together she was always very polite to my fiancé and me, but when it was just her and me there was a flirting going on that was both obvious and desperate. It wasn’t me either, it was about money. Lust for it. Ravenous and desperate. So I decided I would use this.
I always wanted this girl in high school, not badly, but bad enough. Not to go out with of course. Just fucking. I wanted to see this stuck up bitch squeal on the end of my dick.
“Lucky girl,” She said referring to the ring we had picked out. “I wish I had some guy buying me a rock that big!”
“Look at the ring you’re wearing! I’m sure your husband spent a fortune on it.” I wanted to play a little game with her and I’m making good enough money to afford it.
“Boyfriend actually, and he didn’t buy it.” I looked at her, puzzled. “It’s from the store. One of the benefits of your family owning a jewelry store I guess.” She seemed to sag a little and I figured she was thinking about her financial situation and the down side of owning the store.
“Yeah, that’s pretty cool.” I said it halfheartedly.
“It’s not even really mine. Not really. I just take home what I want to wear, but it’s for actually for sale. Just like everything else in the store.” This was my opening.
“EVERYTHING else?” She stopped what she was thinking about and froze. Her eyes slowly looked up and met mine.
“What do you mean?”
“Listen, I’ll be frank. I’m going to get married soon and I love my wife and wouldn’t want to cheat, but before I get married I wanted one last fling.” She opened her mouth to protest and probably tell me that she wasn’t that kind of woman. “I have a lot of money and you look like your store has seen better days. I did some checking. You could really use the money, so why don’t we help each other out. Pick things in the store and then CONVINCE me to buy them.” She stood stunned, so I took out my wad of hundreds and laid them on the counter. Her mouth was practically watering as her eyes stuck onto them.
“I’m not trying to be insulting to you. I just think you’re gorgeous and sexy and I thought the last time I have sex with a woman who isn’t my wife, should be something I’ll never forget.”
I wasn’t sure how this was all going. She didn’t throw me out or scream at me which was a good start and I could feel an attraction from her, whether it was me or my money didn’t really matter to me.