windchaser
Meteorite
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2009
Arianna stood at the corner with her eyes fixed on the signal across the street. Even if rush hour traffic hadn't cluttered the intersection, she would have remained there, waiting for the light to change from red to green. She had no interest in becoming someone's hood ornament. Still, the girl was growing more impatient by the second, and she couldn't quite stop from shifting uneasily. Oh, why did the lines have to be so long today? I'm going to be late! She knew her instructions well - while her owner was busy with his work, she was to take care of household chores and various other tasks he had given her. One of those was to prepare meals for him and any guests he might bring home. She usually did her duty with few major problems at all...but today it seemed she would be tardy by at least an hour.
The instant the 'walk' signal turned on, she hurried out into the street, grocery bags clenched tight in both hands. Despite their weight she broke into a trot, long hair swaying against her back, breasts bouncing visibly in time with her steps. Many eyes turned toward the pretty blond in the short skirt and blouse, but Arianna passed them without even a glance; she was too caught up in her own worries. Her shoes clicked against the sidewalk until she reached the place that she called home. Her gaze immediately went to the entryway, and she let out a sigh of relief. Her master's car was nowhere in sight. He must be running late today...thank goodness! She rushed to the front door and set down her burdens in order to let herself in, busily thinking of ways to make up for the time she had lost in the store. She turned toward the kitchen practically before the door had time to close behind her...but before she could go more than two feet in that direction, something happened that stopped her in her tracks.
The instant the 'walk' signal turned on, she hurried out into the street, grocery bags clenched tight in both hands. Despite their weight she broke into a trot, long hair swaying against her back, breasts bouncing visibly in time with her steps. Many eyes turned toward the pretty blond in the short skirt and blouse, but Arianna passed them without even a glance; she was too caught up in her own worries. Her shoes clicked against the sidewalk until she reached the place that she called home. Her gaze immediately went to the entryway, and she let out a sigh of relief. Her master's car was nowhere in sight. He must be running late today...thank goodness! She rushed to the front door and set down her burdens in order to let herself in, busily thinking of ways to make up for the time she had lost in the store. She turned toward the kitchen practically before the door had time to close behind her...but before she could go more than two feet in that direction, something happened that stopped her in her tracks.