Jake was sweeping up the main entrance and setting up the valet parking signs for when the bar opened in the afternoon. He had worked the late shift the night before and had witnessed quite the crowd getting the proverbial 'weight off their shoulders' caused by college midterms. It was because of a group of these party animals that he had traded time slots with a co-worker so he could be here this afternoon.

  There were six girls in the group; they were gorgeous girls. Lithe, tall, athletic, tan, ... voluptuous; yep, they were certified babes.

  The only problem was that they seemed more interested in each other than they were in him.

  Jake wasn't such a bad looking guy; about 6' 3", 220 lbs. with a strong build. He just couldn't compete with people who knew how to please a woman better than a man could. He could accept that.

  There was another girl there last night, she didn't seem to be with their group, though she spent a good amount of the evening with them. She was also extremely attractive, if not more so than the other girls. But she had an eerie feel about her, a gaze that looked through your soul and penetrated into your very being.

  She had a feeling of overwhelming power to her, that was it.

  Jake was no wimp by modern day standards, but he had the feeling that she could of kicked the crap out of him if she had really wanted.

  Still, it was because of that woman that the six babes went home without their van last night. The mysterious blonde got them a cab and went off by herself ... in a red convertible if he remembered right. She also left the owner's first name, Kristina, and her home phone number so he could let them know that they still had her car.

  Jake wasn't a freak or anything; he wasn't going to keep the number. He just wanted one more look at any one of them while he had the best chance of seeing, even if he didn't have the slightest chance of touching.

  So he called; after that he threw the number away and waited patiently. As Jake finished sweeping he went over each of the six girls in his mind and wondered which one was Kristina and what each of the others looked like.

  There were the two blondes, almost his height in those four-inch heels, one of which was named Rachel. He knew that because her partner was the only slightly coherent one among them and talked to "Rachel" by name. There was another short-haired blonde who was attached to a brunette beauty, these two made quite the exotic couple and got along quite well with each other. The last pair were both athletic types with small waists and big chests, absolutely luscious.

  Jake sighed and then tensed at the sudden sound of a car horn. He looked up to see a cab cutting off a large truck with a hand sticking out the window with an obscene gesture, how lovely. It screeched to a halt in front of him and he stood as straight as possible. The door burst open and, after a few moments of struggling, the first of the six women came parading out of the vehicle like it was a clown car.

  Jake's breath caught itself in his throat. Each one was just as lovely as they were last night; more so now due to the fact that they weren't tripping over themselves from inebriation. The one he remembered as Rachel walked next to him and stood up straight. The other blonde stood next to her and took hold of her hand. Rachel put her head on the other's shoulder.

  "Are you the valet guy?"

  Jake was jostled back to reality at her words.

  "Why, yes I am," he said in an overly seductive voice.

  She turned her head with Rachel still on her shoulder.

  "Kristina, this is the guy! The same one from last night I think."

  Next out of the cab came a pair of strong legs tightly wrapped in a black miniskirt. The waist that followed was trim, in fact the only part of her body that wasn't fit and compact was her chest which made the entire top half of her outfit stretch as much as it could and a little more as she slowly breathed.

  "Well, tell him to go get the van." After completely getting out she turned to help her counterpart out of the car, a woman almost identical in body (but strapped in a pair of tight shorts).

  The athletic couple, Jake remembered, so that one was Kristina. He sighed.

  "Go get the van please," she turned back toward him and said.

  Jake tried desperately not to stare at the fact that Rachel's hand was sliding around under the other blonde's shirt.

  "All right." He turned and blinked a number of times remembering how tight the shorts were on Kristina's companion.

  Jake wandered into the garage and stared around blankly. He saw the van, walked over, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat. He didn't even bother to check anything in the van, he just drove forward fantasizing about all six of them. By the grace of god he managed to make it to the valet entrance without incident. He stepped out with a large smile on his face.

  "Anything else?"

  "No that will be quite enough," Kristina smiled at him and took the keys before climbing into her van.

  The other girls began to follow suit, climbing into the side door or into the passenger seat. Before Rachel got into the van, she stopped in front of him and stuck out her hand. Jake took it gingerly and shook gently.

  "Thank you for helping us." She left twenty dollars in his hand but he was too entranced to notice. He also didn't notice the confused look she had on her face as she looked at him from head to foot. She stood on the tips of her toes and looked down on him for a few seconds, shrugged, then climbed in after her friends.

  "Have a nice day." Jake's smile faded as he watched the van pull away. He put something in his pocket and went back for his broom. He sighed again and his thoughts turned to Rachel.

  I love women who can look me straight in the eye, it's so sexy. Just like it was last night.

  After about ten minutes of sweeping, Jake stopped and looked up.

  Wait a minute, weren't the blondes both wearing high heels last night?

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  Affectionately referred to as 'The Chariot of the Gods,' Kristina's van was a wonder of the modern world. From the outside it was a normal Chevrolet Van, the kind people normally use to haul furniture or hazardous materials for long distances. Aside from the fact that it looked freshly painted and had nice, chrome hub-caps, that's all people would have expected it to be. But the inside of the van was a whole different story.

  A long sofa had been fitted against one wall behind the driver's seat. It was a soft leather couch that was almost wide enough for two grown people to stretch out upon, yet two people always managed to be comfortable while lying on it. On the opposite wall, next to the sliding, side door was a love seat. Wendy had found it while visiting a neighborhood garage sale and purchased it for a mere twenty dollars, a price she bragged about on a regular basis. They all pitched in to patch up a few holes, then installed it.

  In the back of the van, in front of the bolted and sealed rear doors, was a stereo system worthy of the Fox Theater in Westwood. Five speakers were cleverly placed throughout the rest of the van; out of range of moving heads and with cords lined along the corners to prevent tripping.

  Besides a CD player and tape deck, a TV and matching DVD player were hooked up to the sound system with the screen placed lovingly between the seats in the front of the van. Many road trips had been taken just to show a newly released movie, the way it was meant to be shown, to those who were not blessed with the means of truly watching it themselves.

  A fully stocked minifridge was installed on top of an elaborate array of batteries that had been connected together and placed in a large, air-tight, plastic and rubber container for insulation (yes, cords protruding from it and still air-tight). It was a set-up that marveled the students at the UCLA engineering department and was part of the final in Advanced Electronics.

  The floor was covered in thick carpeting, stained in one spot where someone had spilled a coke but it was covered up nicely by one of two halogen lamps. Along with a house plant, tinted windows, and an insurance premium that would have made Donald Trump blush, the van truly lived up to it's bestowed title.

  Now, one might not believe that there would be any room to do anything in this vehicle, but they made it work and there was space for their needs and more. Many a police officer allowed Kristina on her way after taking a glimpse of her masterpiece, unable to understand how it seemed so much bigger on the inside and how it all turned out to be totally legal.

  And so, the 'Chariot of the Gods' drove toward Downtown Los Angeles as the afternoon light filtered between the tall skyscrapers where shade usually dominated.

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