This is the second chapter of story of two clever souls who use their wits and sex appeal to separate well-to-do Dallas suburbanites from their cash. I highly recommend you read the first chapter for context. Don't worry, I included plenty of rip-roarin' sexual escapades for your libidinal enjoyment! –Petitmort
Jerod and Denise stood at the front door of the white-columned, neo-classical mansion and pressed the doorbell. A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a red-headed, green eyed woman in her late 30s wearing a white chiffon mini-dress with a long artisanal necklace. She gave an appraising look at Denise and Jerod without saying hello.
"Mrs. Tilley," Jerod said, "I'm Jerod. This is Vanessa. We're from Fantasy Enterprises. We had an appointment at one o'clock."
"Of course," she said, "I've been expecting you."
She led them inside the house which resembled a plantation home in the Old South. They walked past a living room with ornate, beamed ceilings and floral print furniture, a formal dining room, a card room, and a wine room. Denise suspected they were being given the scenic tour—she counted no less than four fireplaces. They finally ended up in a family room adjacent to the kitchen. A set of French doors opened to the backyard, a cabana, and pool.
"I thought we'd be more comfortable in here," said Mrs. Tilley, gesturing to some soft swivel chairs in a sitting area near a bank of windows. Jerod and Denise both took a seat.
Mrs. Tilley kicked off her shoes and sat sideways in her chair, tucking her legs under her. Denise didn't have that option; her already short skirt hiked up even further as she sat in the upholstered chair. Her long legs and high heels were on full display.
"Well, you
are
a tall drink of water, aren't you?" Mrs. Tilley said, giving Denise the once over.
Denise smiled.
"Mrs. Tilley," Jerod began, "we want to thank you for giving us some of your time to learn about what it is we have to offer."
Denise turned her gaze from Denise to Jerod.
"We have an extensive array of exclusive lifestyle furnishings for discriminating clients such as yourself who value the benefits of customized products with a personal touch."
Mrs. Tilley looked at him with a slightly dismissive air.
"Our one and only goal is to ensure your complete and total satisfaction."
When Jerod finished, she returned her gaze to Denise.
"Don't you ever talk?" she asked.
Denise cocked her head.
"Oh, I'm happy to talk," Denise said with a smile. "What is it you'd like to know?"
"What's your role in this here outfit?" Mrs. Tilley asked.
"Well, I'm fairly new to the company. I'm assisting with sales and learning the business. I'm a student at UT."
"Well, so was I. Hook 'em horns!" Mrs. Tilley responded. "What house?"
"Excuse me?" Denise asked.
"What sorority?"
"Oh, I'm not pledged currently. I'm a business major and I don't have a lot of free time."
"Oh, well, you simply
must
remedy that. Sorority life is the best thing about college. I was a Tri Delt. I'm happy to make an introduction. You'd fit
right
in. You're a lovely little thing."
"I appreciate that, Mrs. Tilley. That's very generous of you."
"Call me, Martha" she said with a smile. "We Longhorns have to stick together."
Denise decided not to tell her she was going to UT Dallas, not Austin.
Jerod and Denise walked Martha through the introduction of the products. When it came time to do the physiological response test, Jerod turned to Denise.
"Why don't you take care of the sensor," Jerod said.
Denise stood up and smoothed her mini skirt. She walked to where Jerod was seated, and he handed her the black bag that held their gear. When she turned to walk to where Martha was sitting, she could see the older woman watching her like a hawk. With her short skirt and high heels, her fitted white cotton blouse showing off her shapely bosom, Denise knew she was looking her best. She had worn her nice bra — the one that really made her breasts stand up and was sheer enough to reveal a bit of nipple. She walked slowly to Martha's chair, holding the bag in one hand, her back slightly arched. She felt like she was back on stage at the Gentlemen's Club. She could feel Martha's eyes on her body.
Denise stopped next to where Martha was sitting and turned sideways, bending over at the waist to place the bag on the floor. She fetched the sensor out of the bag, her butt raised right in Martha's face. She knew exactly what she was doing. How to hold her body just so, moving in slow motion at just the right time to make it sexy. She used to do a nurse routine at the strip club, wearing a form-fitting white nurse's outfit with a long zipper. There was lots of bending over to use the stethoscope. Martha was as riveted by this sexy young woman in her family room as the patrons were at the strip club.
Denise held the smartwatch in one hand and took Martha by the wrist with the other.
"Mrs. Tilley ... Martha ... I'm going to put this device on your wrist to measure your autonomic nervous system responses."
"You just do whatever you have to do, honey child" she answered. "I'm in your hands."
Denise bent at the waist and started to affix the smartwatch to her wrist. Martha took in her sumptuous beauty.
"This will give us a reading of your heart rate, your blood pressure, and your galvanic skin response," Denise explained.
Martha pulled her hand closer to her body so Denise had to lean in further to attach it.
"What
is
that perfume you're wearing?" Martha asked. "Or is that your natural scent?"
Denise just smiled back at her.
Then, Denise pulled the tablet and a pair of headphones out of the bag.
Martha looked up at her with a smile and uncurled her long legs, sitting up in the chair. Her mini dress showed off her shapely, tanned legs.
"Do you want me to move somewhere?" Martha asked.
"No, no," Denise answered, kneeling in front of her. "You're perfect right where you are. I'm going to start by showing you a video to get you acquainted with our products."
Denise handed the tablet to her. Then she leaned in and gently placed the headphones on Martha's head, taking her time to ensure a snug and comfortable fit. She was completely aware that her ample bosom was right in Martha's view; she could see Martha staring at the lacy bra beneath the top of her blouse.
"Are you ready?" Denise asked with a soft voice.
"I'm always ready, Sugar" Martha smiled.
"I think you're going to enjoy this," Denise said.
She leaned in to look at the tablet resting on Martha's lap. To do this, she had to press her breast against Martha's arm.
"Let's see," Denise muttered, "where's that little button. Ah yes, here it is."
She reached with her index finger and slowly tapped the play button. She let her firm breast press against Martha's arm for an extra second.
The video began. In her headphones, Martha heard Jerod's deep voice narrating a slickly shot video showing men and women using various pieces of sex furniture in a range of increasingly erotic sexual positions. "Imagine a world where your deepest desires are met on a regular basis, where your fantasies are realized every single day." By the end of the video, the music had built to a crescendo, mixed with the sound of a woman crying out at the height of orgasmic ecstasy.
Denise watched Martha staring, unblinking, at the video. She could see her eyes widening, her breathing deepening.
When it was over, she gently took the tablet and headphones and laid them aside.
"Now, I'm just going to show you a series of images and measure your physical response. This will help us pair you with the perfect product for you."
"Did it just get hotter in here," Martha asked, "or is it just me?"
"I want to show you some images of different ways you might use our products. I want you to look at each one and imagine yourself using it in that way."
Denise was kneeling on the floor in front of Martha. She rose up on her knees and moved in closer to Martha's chair. She took a stack of 5 x 7 cards from the bag and laid the top one gently on Martha's bare thighs, holding it with both hands, which were resting softly on Martha's bare thighs.
The first image was a graphical silhouette of a man and woman making love. She was laying on her back, her hips raised on a triangular pillow, her ankles resting on his shoulders. He was standing on the floor, pressing his pelvis against her pussy, gripping her thighs with his strong hands. Martha imagined he was pulling the woman towards him, and thrusting, pushing himself deep inside her. His hands were on her thighs, the same way Denise's hands were on Martha's thighs. The woman was reaching for his forearms as if to say, yes, I want you to take me, I want you to fuck me. Hard. The image was titled "Grab and Go."
Denise held the card between her thumbs and index fingers, watching Martha's eyes. The rest of her fingers were splayed, gently touching the skin of Martha's upper thighs. After a while, she slowly removed the card, grazing her fingertips gently over Martha's skin. Then she presented her with another image.
The silhouetted woman was on her stomach now, atop the wedge pillow, her ass raised in the air. The man was standing, entering her from behind. He was leaning into her, pushing his cock into her pussy as deep as it would go. Her arm was reaching forward, her head thrown back. Martha imagined she might be crying out with pleasure. His hands were holding her thighs, spreading her, allowing him to thrust into her, again and again. This image was called "The Wheelbarrow".
Denise's fingers were tickling the tiny hairs on Martha's inner thigh. She could see Martha part her legs ever so slightly. Her mouth was open slightly and her chest heaving slightly.
"This one allows for deep penetration and excellent G spot stimulation," Denise whispered. "With a penis, or dildo."
Martha let out a gasp. Then Denise showed her the next image.
The silhouetted man was laying on his back, the pillow raising his pelvis in the air. The woman was astride him, riding his cock. She was leaning back, resting her hands on his strong thighs, her back arched. Her head was thrown back, her breasts pressed to the sky. His hands gripped her upper thighs. Martha imagined he was using his thumb to rub her clit. Surely his big cock was deep in her pussy. No doubt she was screaming with pleasure. It was called "The Rodeo".
Denise held the card on her bare lap, her fingertips grazing her inner thighs.
"Can you see that okay?" Denise whispered.
She slid the card slowly up Martha's bare thigh, her fingers sliding under her mini dress.
"Yes, I can," Martha said with ragged breath. "I can practically feel it."
Denise could feel Martha's legs trembling. She showed her the next card.
The couple were in a sixty-nine position. She was on her back, her pussy raised by the pillow, her legs spread. Both were using their mouths and tongue to pleasure the other. Martha thought it was the ultimate expression of lust, the giving and receiving of pure sexual pleasure. No pretense. No prudery. Just complete and utter sexual gratification. It was called The Pleasure Garden.
Denise's fingers were under Martha's dress now. Between her legs. Dangerously close to her pussy. Sending electricity into her body. Her body twitched with excitement.
"Look closely at it now," Denise whispered. "Imagine yourself in this scenario. Is that something you would want?"
"Oh, yes I'd want that," Martha gasped.
"And, when you imagine that, are you with a man? Or a woman?"
Martha turned and looked at Denise.
"Oh," Martha whispered "I think a woman knows a woman best. Don't you?"
"I certainly do," said Denise.
Denise took the card and replaced it with the others.
"Now, Martha. I want you to imagine that's you in those pictures. Being brought to the very
