Dwight was getting ready to leave for a sales call the next morning. Pam looked up from her keyboard and asked, "So Dwight, still think you can double my order from yesterday and sell 400 boxes of paper today?"
"I sure can, as Assistant Regional Manager it is my duty to outsell all you worthless people," he said as he was putting on his coat.
Pam asked another question, "Care to put your money where your mouth is? How about a bet on that?"
Dwight cocked his head and said, "I'm listening..."
Jim's ears perked up as he sat there and listened to the conversation from his desk, next to the other two's desks.
Pam looked at him in all seriousness and challenged him, "I bet you your commission that I can sell 400 today and you can't."
"Pffff," Dwight scoffed, "This will be like taking candy from a baby, give me a harder challenge next time. It's a deal, just get ready to write me a check when I get back here this afternoon."
Pam smiled and glanced at Jim who was also smiling. Dwight picked up his briefcase and hurried out the door, shooting the receptionist Erin a leering glance on the way out. "Nicely done Beasley, you put your money where your mouth is on this one," Jim said to her.
"If all goes well with my sales calls today, I'll use a lot more than my mouth, Jim," she replied with a smirk.
Some time later that day Pam had a prescheduled meeting with Michael in his office. As she entered Michael glanced at her then he frantically clicked his mouse and adjusted his trousers. His face instantly flushed, he said, "Umm, Pam, sorry I must have forgotten about our meeting. You had a great first sale there at Bill Buttlicker's yesterday Pam, what was your secret to success? I may ask you to share it with the team in the conference room if it's something we can all benefit from."
Her eyes diverted to his hands in his lap. "Well, you see, Michael, my success came from me being a woman, so I don't think the whole team will benefit from my tactics," Pam said.
"Ahh I see," replied Michael, smoothing out his pants one last time before bringing his hands to the surface of his desk, "I know what you mean. Well did you have any questions for me on how to improve upon your already impressive start?"
"Just one thing, Karen and I were talking about it, what's up with men's fascination with my ass?"
Michael laughed and nervously looked at his desk, "Your ass, Pam?"
"Well, the ass cheeks I can understand, but my ass hole is more what I'm talking about. With Karen's help yesterday we really had Bill Buttlicker craving my ass hole." She explained.
Michael's eyes drifted to Pam's hip area, concentrating on her tight skirt he said, "You see Pam, the pussy is a great thing, totally amazing, however any woman you have relations with will hand you her pussy, therefore making it a given. The ass on the other hand, it's like a sensual forbidden zone, not all women will let a man play with her ass. Dwight would use a Battlestar Galactica analogy. All the extra stuff is on the DVDs, not everyone has access to it but when you see it, it completes the whole package."
"But it's just another hole down there, it's even located right next to the pussy, what's so special about it," Pam asked.
"It's all crinkled and tight and it can't get a woman pregnant, are those enough reasons for you? I'd say if it helps you close the deal then by all means use your ass," Michael said, starting to get annoyed.
Pam left Michael's office probably even more confused than she was when she entered in the first place. She went back to her desk and continued her desk work throughout the day.
Late in the day Dwight burst in The Office and slumped down in his desk chair. "Freaking moron people don't know good paper when they see it," Dwight announced with frustration in his voice.
Jim looked at Pam then back at Dwight and spoke first, "Something wrong there cupcake?"
"Yes, idiot, all these offices are doing things all digital these days, they don't see a need for my paper, and when they do need it they need such a small amount they go to worthless office supply stores to get it," Dwight complained.
Pam shot Dwight a fake sympathetic glance and asked, "So you didn't sell 400 boxes today hun? Aww that's too bad."
Dwight frowned at her, "No, I went out to a bunch of places that weren't receptive to any of my sales strategies, I barely sold a couple boxes. You're so slick miss smarty pants, how many did you sell? Did you sell 400?"
"Well actually I'm about to leave for a sales call in a few minutes, we'll see how I do."
Pam was then off on her way to her only sales call of the day, a late afternoon meeting with Scranton Scrubbers, a family owned dry cleaning business. She was optimistic, with all the paper receipts they give their customers, they should have a need for a nice order.
She entered Scranton Scrubbers and met with the owner and his son. "Hi Pam I'm Mark Miller, this is my son, Timmy," a friendly early 40s aged man said, shaking her hand. "Come in to my office and let's talk some paper."
Pam followed Mark and his son Timmy down the hall and sat in his office. "My son just graduated high school and will be working with us for the summer," Mark said.
Timmy, who was initially frowning, half-smiled and waved at Pam who smiled back. "Please excuse my son," Mark spoke, "He just broke up with his girlfriend and he's kinda depressed about it, my poor little Timmy."
Pam leaned forward and showing genuine sympathy apologized for his broken heart. Mark started the meeting off, "So shall we get down to business? We need quite a bit of paper to run our dry cleaning business. We'll need at least a hundred boxes monthly."
"Definitely, we can handle that, I will even tell you about a couple of sales we're running at Dunder Mifflin too," Pam said.
