A sales workshop with benefits - Janet's story
This is the flip side of my first story, told from Janet's perspective. You can read as a stand alone, or read part 1 to get Martin's perspective. And yes there will be more to come in this series. Enjoy.
The 3-day sales workshop had been booked in the team's diaries for a couple of months. We did something like this every year and used it as an opportunity to learn together, to bond as a team and share ideas and tips on how to win business.
Yvonne, our manager, had been in the role for 2 years and all in all was a good leader and manager. Decent, reasonable but tough when needed. She had moved on, or as they say, "freed up for new opportunities", a couple of people who had been underperforming but had got away with it under the old manager. Everyone knew they were taking the piss and we respected Yvonne for doing something about it.
The team of 12 were a mix of experienced salespeople and those still learning the craft but they brought a genuine enthusiasm to the team and were doing well. A nice mix of women and men as well, meaning we didn't get bogged down in gossipy, bitchy stuff that female teams can sometimes do, nor the macho crap that male teams get into.
A couple of the guys were decent looking and certainly two of the women were very attractive but there had not been any relationships, long or short, at least to my knowledge, on the previous trips. Certainly, for me, there had not been the spark or chemistry that had tempted me to sleep with anyone. Good thing really, as that can get messy.
A little about me. I'm 34, single, about 5'6", blond hair, blue/green eyes, slim figure, C cup breasts, nice legs and though I say it myself a great ass. I'd had a number of longish relationships over the years - 4 years, 5 years, 2 years - but all had ended for one reason or another. Yes, a couple of them had cheated but then so had I once. When a relationship doesn't work out, it's never 100% 1 person's fault. The blame lies on both sides of the bed and I was not bitter or resentful. I'd enjoyed my time with each man and those memories are always there.
By any yardstick, I was considered attractive, dare I say "hot", so I was never in want of male company but I was also happy on my own, which is where I was at right now. Life was good. I was earning a decent salary, had a job I liked, friends, my own place on the water in Brisbane, healthy and fit. I went to the gym 4 times a week and when I looked in the full-length mirror, I liked what I saw.
So, I arrived at Couran Cove, a resort off the coast of South West Queensland, in a good frame of mind but somewhat wary of 3 days of sales training. Whilst I was always open to learning, my experience of sales training was underwhelming to say the least. Usually you got some older guy, trading on past success but not really in tune with a younger group and probably just dialing it in, going through a standard set of content, with too many PowerPoint slides, crappy role plays and no sense of humor.
And then I walk into the bar on the first night and am introduced to Martin the facilitator and am captivated from the get-go. First, he's good looking. Slim, tall, slightly grey and thinning but in a good way. Relaxed and smiling with no air of "up himself" or sleaziness. Because of how I look, I'm used to men checking me out, some clearly undressing me and almost salivating. Yuk. Martin and I had eye contact and held it for those few seconds more than normal, which you both know is a signal of some chemistry. Ooooooh, my pussy tingled and I felt it start to dampen. My nipples hardened, so much so that I crossed my arms subtly and went to the bar for a drink. Come on Janet. Pull yourself together. You are not going to fuck the trainer.
I got myself under control and moved to talk to a couple of my colleagues who worked in different states to me and we had lots to catch up on. Crisis averted. Nipple's softening. Pussy juices dispersing. Phew.
The night before the first day of a workshop is all about reconnecting with colleagues and Martin realised this and said good night and left us to it. He'd chatted for about 90 minutes and got round everyone but did not overstay his welcome. Nice move.
The rest of us stayed up, had some food and generally kicked back and had a laugh. A few of the women talked about Martin and we all agreed he was handsome, one person even said very fuckable. "Married though" I said, as I'd noticed the wedding ring. But then I'd also noticed our moment of prolonged eye contact. Married but willing to play I thought. "Stop it Janet, you're not here to fuck anyone", I said to myself.
The next day was warm and sunny and it was very tempting to stroll down to the beach after breakfast and stay there for the duration. But that wasn't going to happen under Yvonne's watch. The workshop was the order of the day.
Martin was brilliant. Knowledgeable, credible, witty, supportive but also direct and honest in his feedback on how we were currently selling and what could be improved. The pace was good, the mix of activities and exercises, which were all practical and relevant, was just right and before we knew it the day had ended. Wow. That was a pleasant surprise and my impression of Martin went from a 8.5 to a 9.75 (nobody's perfect). Good looking, funny, great at his job, relaxed. What could be the catch? Probably had a small cock. But somehow, I doubted that. The energy he exuded was not small dick. Hmmmmm. Interesting.
We agreed to meet again in the bar in 90 minutes. That gave me time for a walk on the beach, a swim and a freshen up. I did spend a little extra time getting ready and I knew it was Martin causing me to do that. I'd had a full wax only 2 days ago, so my pussy was silky smooth. I was already, it seemed, planning for a sexual adventure. With a married man of all things.
