Hardcore Blonde



My game was to run it up in my head. (Not that tough, dividing by sixteen and keeping a running total, once you practice it; try it and see.) That scared customers who weren't accustomed to using those mental muscles. They only trusted calculators and adding machine tapes. So I had this deal: If they wanted, I would run it up on the adding machine. If I was wrong, they got the coffee free -- I would pay for it out of my own pocket. If I was right, they'd pay a fifty percent premium ... to me. Few took me up on it. Those that did, lost -- always. Annie came in on a crowded Sunday and ordered two ounces of this and three ounces op that and so forth. Ended up with six different beans in the pound. When I turned to tell her the price, she said, "Wait a minute -- five seventy....three? Yes. Yes. Five seventy- three, if you round up for a half-cent." That's what got my attention. Then her face. I asked her if she was half-Chinese and half-Irish. She had reddish-brown hair and a fine boned faced. Her cheekbones were high and her eyes were slanted. She explained that she was part Magyar -- the result of Mongolians overrunning eastern Europe Way Back When. Her face was fascinating and her mind was terrific. Her body was outrageous. Imagine a woman who's just over five- foot-one and weighs about ninety pounds. Sounds scrawny, right? No way. She was very small-boned. Annie had absolutely beautiful, perfectly formed, firm and sumptuous breasts. Her waist was slender and her hips were narrow. She had a delectable little ass and the tastiest cunt...

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