Kim parked her car and strutted back into the park. It was just passed midday now and the park was now filled with parents walking, playing and generally getting their children outdoors. Kim found the sight alluring. 'Look how happy they are.' Kim was never one to be concerned with children, but found herself drawn to them.
Kim found the homeless man again and sauntered up to him. Her braless breasts shook with every step. He eyed her carefully. This one was giving him enough masturbation fantasies to last the rest of his life.
"Hi! It's me again." Kim chirped.
"Hello?" He was suspicious. Normally people just walked away and avoided him. This girl, no woman, and an attractive one at that was seeking him out. He didn't know what to do.
"I thought you might be hungry, so I made you a sandwich." She held out the wrapped sandwich she had made earlier. "I'm kim by the way."
He grabbed the sandwich and tore into it.uncertain if this was a trick. "Carl."
Kim placed a hand on her hip and watched him eat, totally unphased by his ravenous consumption. "Well Carl, its good to meet you. When you're dome get up. You'll be coming with me."
Carl leaned away from her. "Where?"
"Well, I thought that I'd take you to get some clothes and a shower and shave. Then some new accommodations." Kim looked about. "This park is nice but I'm sure you don't want to be here forever."
Carl chewed slowly, unsure what to make of what was happening. "Uh...okay." He smiled slightly thru his unkempt beard at Kim's proffered hand. She helped him up and led him to her car.
"Alright, now let's get you to that salon."
Carl didn't know what to make of all this. He had been whisked away into a high end salon. His ratty clothes had been discarded and he had a swarm of ladies working all over him. He was showered for the first time in months. His shaggy beard was cut off, his nails were trimmed. His hair was now being styled by a middle aged blonde woman. Every inch of his body was being looked at. A tailor came in and measured him. He didn't know who his benefactor was but she obviously had some money and pull. He swore he even heard one of the techs say he was handsome. Quite a change from the leers he used to get.
Thru it all Kim sat nearby, she partially watched the process and partially read a magazine. It wasn't people or US, but rather Time. She was engrossed in an article about the nations blood shortage when the lead stylist approached her.
"This one is a masterpiece. I don't know how he was homeless, but we found a strapping man under there. Take a look and see my creation."
The stylist lead her to Carl for a big revwal. Kim gasped in delight and shock at the sight before her. Gone was the dingy homeless man. In his place was a man the looked like a cross between Eli Manning and Tony Romo.
Kim let out a whistle. "Looking good Carl. Come on let's get you the last step." She grabbed his hand and led him out of the salon. "Thanks Fredericka!"
The stylist could only smile and nod her head. What had gotten into that woman.
Kim led carl into an opulent hotel. She made her way up to the counter. "Checking in, just one." She turned to face Carl. "Now, I'm going to put you up here. For a month. All in advance. I'm going to have someone send over some packets and help you out. We'll get you a resume and applied to a local college." Kim was stern faced "This is your chance so don't blow it."
Carl was at a loss, "Yes, ma'am."
Kim took the key from the clerk and smiled sweetly at Carl. "Good, now don't letcme down. Or you for that matter." She pulled him into a hug and giggled as he struggled in vain. She had unknowingly smashed his face into her braless mammaries and he now struggled to escape the warm heavily prison.
Carl took the key and found the elevator. He went up to his assigned room and promptly collapsed in a heap. The opulence of his new surroundings was overwhelming. He was in tears as he realized how much his life had changed in a single afternoon. He went from a bum living meal to meal, to being put up in a high suite at one of the most expensive hotels in the area. He didn't know who his busty benefactor was but he knew he wouldn't let her down. She was his goddess.
Kim watched the formerly homeless man climb into the elevator and smiled. Changing this man's life had given her so much pleasure. It was strange, and invigorating. Kim idly traced a nipple with her fingers as she thought to herself. What to do next?
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