Note: This is a long story of how I turned an ordinary girl into the brazen, aggressively bi-sexual slut that every man dreams of having for their own. It takes place in 1998, and is 100% true. NO fiction here!
I have put a "poor man's copyright" on this story, so please do not use it without permission.
This chapter has a lot of background information, but I promise that all of it is relevant.
I was 21 years old and working in a direct sales firm. School had just gotten out, and the company hired a number of girls who had just graduated high school. The sales staff were all males in their early 20's, were told in no uncertain terms that the telemarketers were "off limits".
That was a damn shame, as many of the girls were quite attractive. One of them was named Kathy. She was pretty, having dark, shoulder length hair and exceptionally large breasts. She dressed conservatively- one might say "cheaply". Much of her wardrobe looked as if it came from low-rent department stores, and she sometimes wore the same thing more than once a week.
Kathy would stare at me every time I was within eyeshot, and let so many people in the office know that she thought I was "hot" that it got back to me several times. One time I returned to the office after getting out of a lead early, and she was near the exit with my boss and another girl. Mind you, we had never spoken before. Since the place was closing, I asked my boss if he wanted to go out and grab a beer. Kathy cut in, saying she was amazed that "someone like me" couldn't find a date, all while giving me an alluring look.
Still, since I wanted to keep my job, I resisted her advances.
Fate stepped in- a friend of mine worked in a factory, and the company was looking for a new person to head their sales staff. I applied for the job, figuring I had no chance for the position since I was only 21. But after convincing the interviewer that I was the right person for the job- that's what sales is all about- I got the job and gave proper notice to my current employer.
The company I was working for was fairly small, and they were nice enough to give me a going away party on my last day. We hung out at the office saying our goodbyes until 10:00, then I went to my car.
Kathy was waiting there for me.
I said hello, and she started crying. She said that she couldn't believe we'd never see each other again, and embraced me, crying on my chest. She then started to rub my back and press against me, occasionally letting out moans of arousal.
Mind you, I'd had my share of girls in the past, but I'd never quite had a woman throw herself at me this way. I decided that, for once, I wasn't just going to be grateful that a girl was willing to have sex with me, as I had in the past. I was going to take full advantage of this situation. I asked Kathy to get in my car, and her eyes lit up.
I started the car and drove behind the building. I stopped, parked, and looked Kathy directly in the eye. What I would have done in the past is kissed her for a while, then eventually caressed her breast, her ass, etc and gradually built toward intercourse.
Not this time. I boldly pulled up my shirt, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, and dropped my trousers to my knees, all while looking right at her. Her eyes lit up and her mouth opened in surprise.
