The office was abuzz when Debra Jennings walked into work on what she thought would be just another Monday morning. After unlocking the door to her window office, she dropped her Louie Vuitton purse on the desk and turned to go and find out what all the excitement was about. She'd seen days like this before out there on the main sales floor. "Somebody's getting married or went and got herself pregnant." she thought.
Bobby Tunfield, the 25-year-old Junior Sales Rep ran up to her with a big smile and bulging wide eyes and blurted out: "Have you heard the news Ms. Jennings? How cool is this?"
"WHAT Bobby?" She asked, raising her voice slightly over the group.
"Oh! The home office has announced the location of this year's convention! We're going' to Vegas! Isn't that great? We'll have a blast! OH MY GOD! Have you ever been I've never seen it but I've always wanted too and now we're actually going I can't believe it this is so cool!" - he sputtered out in one endless rant. The young man was absolutely breathless at the very thought, and waving his hands in the air.
"That's great Bobby, we'll talk about it later, but don't you think we're a little late for the morning sales meeting?"
"Yes ma'am, I'll round everybody up!" The latest self appointed office town crier spun around and corralled all the other agents into meeting room #2.
Debra followed the hyper-excited sales crew, semi-patiently waiting in the meeting room which they used every morning to go over any new listings and bank incentives. No donuts, no coffee. All business. Debra ran her meetings in a tight professional way. Each agent got to speak, one at a time, about any properties they were currently working on, and when those deals would close. No excuses were tolerated. Any kinks in the numerous procedures for closing the sale were the responsibility of the individual agent to iron out. It was always a serious and sobering way to start the day.
What wasn't normal today however, was an entire room full of smiling faces winking and quietly giggling to each other through the otherwise boring housing report. For once it seemed, everyone was wide awake. Debra ignored the fidgeting, knowing that everybody truly needed a break after a back breaking year. And four days in Las Vegas would certainly be a great way to do it. Record breaking sales equaled record breaking paychecks for new cars and down payments on starter homes. The team was clearly enjoying the fruits of their labor. Everyone was rolling in dough, and Debra was raking in more money than she'd ever dreamed possible. She was a natural born leader whom everyone loved and and admired. It was she who led the sales team to such mind boggling success, and they all knew it. Her team worked extra hard. First for her, then for themselves.
She gave her daily five minute pep talk and paused before sending everyone back out to follow up with their sales leads. She stood up and looked around the table at each and every agent, and with a face that meant business, said:
"Look. We still have a long six weeks before the convention, people. And there's still a lot of business out there waiting for us, and a whole lot of money still to be made. So lets hit the bricks."
This particular morning brought with it an unexpected distraction however, and once the agents were dismissed, the sales floor once again exploded in happy talk and the occasional squeal could be heard under all the murmuring voices. As it turns out, the National Association of Realtors had indeed announced the location of their annual convention. The home office in New York City, had sent out the emails first thing in the morning, and indeed, they were bringing everyone to Las Vegas. The sales agents who had come in early, opened their laptops, scanned the day's incoming emails, and after the initial shock, couldn't wait to spread the good news around the office.
Debra returned to a desk full of corporate paperwork and smiled, knowing that it would take a few more minutes before the sales floor was digging back into leads. She was happy that her team was so excited about something other than the next sale.
It showed her that, at least for now, they weren't just real estate selling robots but instead, they were real people. She also knew that once the fever cooled down a little they'd go right back to closing sales. She loved them for that.
The HomeTown Realty Co. Inc had pretty much monopolized the market in Andover Wisconsin in the last three years. It took a lot of hard work on the part of her team and thousands of hours both in the office and out on the streets, prospecting for listings, and finally, it had all paid off.
Hiring away the area's best of the best of local real estate agents from competing agencies was a big expense to take on, but the new young professionals were bringing home the bacon in big profits for the once tiny one room, family owned agency. Their amazing success, got the attention of HomeTown inc., a national realty powerhouse, who happily paid off the Conyer family for their business, and added them to the HomeTown Family of Professional Realty Services. HT (as they were known around the office) immediately moved them all to a massive office building downtown, and Debra was quickly promoted from supervisor at The Conyer Group, to Senior Office Sales Manager, in order to among other things, aid in, and facilitate the restructure into the HT family.
Her rise to fame was meteoric. Changing her career from high end clothing retail sales, was the best thing she had ever done for herself, she often thought. Well, that and divorcing that deadbeat of a husband she had supported for the four years of their miserable marriage. Shortly after the marriage, he began staying at home all day. He was supposedly looking for work during the entire time she worked full time while also studying for her real estate license.
Getting married seemed like a good idea at the time. High school sweethearts, she the cheerleader, and he the local football hero in a small town, it all seemed like destiny. And early on, sex with him was life changing. One thing Mark COULD do well, was fuck her brains out after a stressful day at work, so she could easily fall fast asleep. She quickly grew tired of kowtowing to the super rich women of Andover, while they spent some of their millions on high end fashion items. She hoped getting a real estate license might be her ticket out... of everything! Meanwhile, all Mark asked in return was the occasional blow job and hell, that seemed easy enough. She really loved sucking his enormous cock, and eventually learned to swallow his cum. That one act seemed so naughty for such a good Christian girl at first. But here in the privacy of their little white house on Jefferson St (A house she alone paid for by the way), she could be a nasty little slut by night and the ultra polished professional by day. She loved her kinky side. And loved keeping it a secret. It seemed like a win-win.
For a while.
She realized that once Mark, the former high school quarterback, found himself a big, comfortable chair to park his ever expanding butt in, he was done looking for work. She soon decided that she hadn't signed on for this, and their formerly outrageous sex life gradually took a back seat to the stress of her providing for an otherwise, able-bodied man. "Good riddance and best of luck you lazy bastard."
She'd say that line every single time the memory of his healthy young cock would sneak back into her memory. Usually when she was masturbating.
The good times were hard to forget after all.
There are super stars in every company, and HT is no different. You have those talented men and women who always sell the most, and bring in the biggest profits, while appearing to do it effortlessly. There are the young guns, eager to please, always socializing and laughing a little too loud, and the old pros who usually keep to themselves, are never in the office, and out-sell everyone. There was never a question which group would consistently produce the Salesperson of the Month.
HomeTown Realty continued to out-sell every other agency in the state, making record profits for the home office. There were regular visits from the suits from New York City to present monthly sales awards to individual agents and quarterly bonuses to Debra. Her people joked that it wouldn't be long before she was transferred to NYC to run the Mothership.
Weeks later, the airline tickets and hotel reservations for The Cosmopolitan arrived by FedEx, and it was all anyone could talk about. The buzz was back on the floor, and folks started to figure out who they could "double up" with at the Cosmo. Most rooms were doubles, except for Debra's which was, of course, an upper floor suite, as were the rooms for the New York executives.
When she overheard some of the partnering conversations, She thought to herself:
"Shit, and Ill be there alone." Well, there would be tens of thousands of eligible bachelors in Vegas, as well as the usual naughty married men looking for an affair. "After all, she thought, what happens in Vegas . . ."
She'd spoken to all of the sales agents before, since they were after all, a tightly knit team. She knew some of them better than others, and decided that this trip would be her opportunity to get to know the ones she'd mostly overlooked. One of the young guns pirated from a competitor had just recently joined the company, and was making quite a name for himself amongst the ladies. Debra even caught herself staring at him during his interview, and to this day doesn't remember what they said to each other during their entire first meeting. Chris Conyer had politely sat there staring directly at her with the most magnificent, piercing blue eyes she'd ever looked into. His dark, straight hair was much longer than most agencies would allow, but Debra thought immediately that he could easily seduce any female client to buy. Besides, the effect he had on her was seductive beyond belief. She maintained professional decorum, but did find herself daydreaming about the young man at the other end of the sales floor from time to time. She even chastised herself for acting like a smitten school girl when once, she just had to get another glimpse of his muscular arms by dropping off a sales brochure at his desk. "Dear lord, she thought. Look at me! What am I some silly teenager with wet panties stalking the big man on campus?" She smiled.
At least the panties part was true.
