Hardware store girl

This weekend I developed a need for some black duct tape, my fake leather recliner is showing it's age and I thought to myself "Nothing could be finer than some shiny black duck tape holding my favorite chair together." I went to the local super hardware store (the people at the little Ace hardware are rude assholes so I won't buy from them any more) which is just a few minutes up the road. After wandering the aisles for 30 minutes or so I finally found the duct tape (paint supplies??? Come on...) I walked around a bit more daydreaming about all the cool stuff I could build if I had all the tools I wanted. That and some lessons, maybe some this old house manuals. I picked up a can of discount cashews and headed into line. The cashier, a brunette with shoulder length hair, looked up and locked eyes with me from 3 deep in the line where I stood. She had deep chestnut brown eyes that pierced me, I quirked a half smile trying for cocky but friendly. She started suddenly, shaking her head to herself and moving her attention back to the customer. Her profile made me ache, she had a long neck and a perfect curve to her lower back. She looked so "firm" so healthy so curved, I couldn't;t take my eyes off her. Twice more she looked back tome, locking my gaze, a devoured her freckles and large pouty lower lip with my eyes, her thick black lashes, the wisp of hair that dangled over her right eye. I was second in line now and she swept her gaze over me top to bottom. I hoped my erection wasn't too obvious through my pants, but was too scared to look, and maybe draw attention to it. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she turned back and forth placing items in the cart bending down to scan a bag of dog food on the bottom cart.
Finally my turn in line and she turned to me and stopped. Her eyes bored into mine and she didn't even look at the tape and cashews I had set on the counter. She cocked her lips in a half smile, all cocky a little questioning and tilted her head.
I almost said something excellent, I was almost cool this once, but instead I blushed. Seriously blushed and felt a light sweat break out on my forehead and my hands. Aw shucks.... So I reach into my pocket for my wallet realizing just how tight my pants are for the first time. I'm afraid I'm going to just sort of fall dead on the floor and I break out in a cold sweat. I look back up to her and she's still smiling at me, her eyes sparkling, she gives a laugh like a hiccup and grabs my nuts (cashews!) I give my best all embarrassed chuckle, and finally say hi. She grabs her name tag and turn it toward me "Cara"
"Hello Cara"
"Hello"
She smiles playfully at me, bedroom smiles, leather belts and silk tickler smiles, and I hurry to stuff my wallet back in my pants. She hands me my change and receipt, both her hands linger on mine for a few moments.
"See ya" she says and turns to the 40 something mother behind me with a smirk on her face. So I didn't imagine it I thought. I nod to Cara "Have a good day." and tear my eyes away from her to walk out the door, thankful that there's a turn at the exit so I can take another look at her. I turn back no longer red distance making me confident, and she's looking right at me. I smile at her right before I pass the corner.
I still have my change in hand and I shove the coins into a pocket and pull out my wallet for the bills. The receipt has writing on it and I turn it back to read- "cara ***-***-****"
Damn.
This has never happened.
Should I call her "Hey Cara, This is the guy with the erection. You handled my nuts, remember?"
or "Hi, this is the embarrassed red faced guy who could barely talk around you, want to come over for some cashews?"

The watcher.

I was sitting a the bar drinking a Manhattan on ice when I noticed her sitting about 3 stools up. She looked like some of my ex girlfriends. A little Goth a little hippy, she was probably dragged here by some club chick girlfriend. She had a sneer and a glass of what I'm assuming was vodka, reminded me a little of Ally Sheedy in "The Breakfast Club". All in all she was pretty cute, but you could feel she'd shoot down every attempt at conversation. She had such a hostile vibe that people coming up for drinks slid away from her as far as they could. She was glaring across the bar at a blond chatting it up with some muscle bound freak. She was in full search mode, she kept running her hands up his arms, laughing and giggling. She was bouncing in time with the music and wearing a metallic blue/pink mini dress. I have to admit though muscle guy actually did a good job pretending to look up at her face once in a while. She was stacked and slender and looked like a stripper in baby doll wear, she had most of the bar staring her way. I snorted to myself and turned back to my drink and observation of Ally. She met my eyes returning from the neon chick and mouthed "What" I quirked my onesided grin and mouthed back "Jem". She laughed surprising herself as much as me that she had caught the 80's reference.
She picked up her glass and came over, "Funny" she took the stool next to me. We chatted for a while, the bellowing chat trying to be heard over the pulse of the dance floor. I noticed her drink was low, "what are you drinking?" "Water", she said. I must have looked surprised though I didn't think I had, so she explained. "Shar- got dosed by some asshole at this club with that date rape shit." She jerked her head towards her friend.
"No shit" brilliant response from me, "Why's she still come here?"
Ally shrugged and shot another glare at Shar "She's dumb."
"So you're baby sitting? Or lifeguarding?" Ally shrugged again,
"I'm just sort of looking around, seeing what everyone looks like, watching her back too, but mostly trying to guess which one of these fuckers is a rapist."
"Oh." That was a convo killer. I took a big swig off my drink, she said "You don't look like the type to hang out in a place like this." Kind of a statement kind of question, too scary considering the last topic. I figured I'd better defuse that line of thought quick.
" I work for the owner." I nodded to the mirror windowed room hanging above the dance floor.
"oh yeah? Doing what?" By now I figured she really had pegged my as the asshole she was looking for. To bad really I was kind of enjoying the attention up until now.
"This and that, mostly I just watch people."
"For what?"
"Well before I was talking to you I was watching muscle head over there and the two guys across the bar staring at your friend." I motioned to two greasy looking club guys who seemed mesmerised by Shar and her bouncing metallic blue pink top.
"they and muscle keep giving each other hard looks and if it gets too tense, I'll call in someone to break it up."
"So you're a bouncer?" she eyed me up and down, I'm a bigger guy but I'm not in really good shape a little too soft around the edges, though weight wise I probably had most of the guys besides muscle beat.
I could tell she wasn't believing me, but for the moment she didn't seem about to start screaming out "Rapist".
I guess a little divine intervention was in order because greasy number one decided to make a move, trying to outcool muscle he strolled over and slid into place on the other side of her. He started talking to Shar just talking over whatever they had been saying totally ignoring musclehead. Shar like a typical club chic started chatting it up with him like it was no big thing, but she kept looking back and smiling at muscle, trying to keep things cool. She looked a little scared like she'd seen a few fights start over her before. Ally saw it or sensed it too and said "Oh shit."
Greasy guy number two had moved up behind the muscle guy, and the whole thing was getting really tense. I got up and walked up to Shar tapping her on the shoulder. All three guys swivelled on me like prison guards, but I kept my hands down and shouted really loud so they could all hear. "You're names Shar right?" She nodded. I pointed up the bar to Ally. "Your friend is feeling really sick. She asked me to tell you she needs some help." She turned to Ally who had the whitest face I'd ever seen. "Oh my god, she grabbed her purse off the bar and without a second glance at any of the guys she brushed past them and went to Ally. They got up and moved in the direction of the bathroom so I turned back to the guys.
"Yo, what the fuck?" from greasy numero uno. He looked to his friend maybe trying to decide if they were going to start some shit now. Muscle head finally seemed to catch on when he saw the other one right up behind him. He turned mostly toward the second guy and greasy started to step to him already swinging at the back of his head. I stepped forward tripping him then knocking him headfirst into the bar with shoulder. I think it stunned him a little, he hit the ground with a grunt but didn't yell or anything. I grabbed his wrist and locked up his arm, pulled him upright and hissed in his ear. "Don't make a scene, or I'm going to crack your fuckin' arm."
He was standing there on his toes, eyes rolling a bit wild at his friend. Greasy number two was looking back and forth between the huge arms of muscle guy and his squirming friend. Two bouncers showed up, I nodded at the second greasy and they grabbed him, he started to struggle but one of the guys got a finger lock on him and he yipped once before they marched to the back door. I followed with my guy and muscle head for some reason followed all of us until the next bouncer told him to fuck off before he got kicked out.
We got into the back room and as soon as I let go, he spun and tried to get in my face. I'm not very diplomatic, and not being a bouncer has it's advantages so I kneed him in the balls and shoved him to the side. His friend kept saying "yo what the fuck" and looked like he expected a pretty serious beatdown. I pointed to the back door and said "grab your friend here and get the fuck out." he didn't seem to understand and stood there twitching for a minute.
"I said get him, and get the fuck out, or I'm going to have you thrown out.." That started him moving but when he went to help his friend up he got shoved away, greasy number one was jerking at his belt like he was pulling something so I kicked him as hard as I could in the face. The two bouncers grabbed number two, as I reached down and pulled a small 22 derringer out of this guys belt. The bouncer called for the head bouncer to get the cops back here. This fucker was going to jail tonight, and we just held them there until the cops came. Funny though they found enough Rohypnol on the two guys to charge them with possession for distribution. I never figured them for rapists, I figured they were just punks out for a fight. They looked too sleazy to actually be the bad guys, but turns out they were.