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The art of the sale is overrated; selling truly is being in the right spot at the right time. I have spun the cleverest sales' pitches and sold 'dick' and bumped into someone at a basketball game and sold them a complete line of Ginzu knifes, a cutting board, and a sharpening machine by just telling them that I'm a salesman.
It was Friday evening on December 9th, I was sucking air and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm 43 years old and about 6'2 and 200 pounds. I was dressed in my best 'Going To Meeting' suit. I had knocked on over 125 doors in this little suburban hamlet of Charlotte and not found a single person wanting to purchase the Power Suc Vacuum from Princeton Laboratories. I didn't even find but 2 or 3 people even interested in hearing my goddamn presentation. One was an old lady who was looking for her cat. She asked me in but ignored my spiel and asked me to check her attic for 'Whiskers.' The second was an older couple who was sitting on their porch drinking martinis and asked me to join them. In a good month, I would have. I love to drink and the wife of about 40 or so had a wonderful little body on her and they appeared to like to swing. I'm having an awful month so I reluctantly turned them down. I didn't think they'd be willing to pay my rent in trade for me giving the wife a test drive. The third lead was an older man who just seemed like he'd love to have some to chat with. Again in a good month, I would have willingly lent an ear.
So here I was with about half an hour of daylight and about 20 houses to go. I was tired and mentally spent as I take rejection personally sometimes. I gauged up the houses along the last street and quickly ruled out 7 or 8 of them as they were houses in progressive rate of decline and I figured the owners didn't have the scratch to afford one of P-Labs vacuums. I started up the driveway to a green house and met a guy on his way out. He laughed when I asked him if he had a minute and then howled when I said it was to look at a vacuum. A simple 'Not interested' would have done.
The next house was bustling and I thought I had a chance when I spoke to the wife at the door but my speech fell on deaf ears when her husband came out. He was doing the Christmas lights and needed her to help hold the ladder and string the lights. I wished them a 'Merry Christmas' and left my card.
The following 3 houses were all 'No' for one reason or another. Christmas was the biggest reason today, as everyone needed money to buy gifts. I'd explain how a vacuum made a great gift but no one wanted to hear it.
I had about 6 houses left when I walked up to this very dark and quiet single story home at the right bend of a cul-de-sac. I had made myself a deal. If I got one solid lead I would allow myself to go out tonight and chase skirts. I didn't have two nickels to rub together. It was a desperate deal but kept me motivated instead of deciding to pack it in.
The little house was modest in appearance and I almost walked past it except for a flickering light inside. The light was most likely from a TV inside but I couldn't tell until I made it up to the door. I walked three small steps to the front door landing and peered through the window beside the door. It was a TV and it was on to some music channel. It wasn't MTV because it was playing music videos. I rapped on the door and swung my heavy bag to my left hand so I could be ready with my right hand, to shake the homeowners' hand and present them with my business card. A good thirty seconds passed before I noticed movement behind the 'spy eye' in the door. I've learned from a TV documentary on a 'Mob Killer' that many unsuspecting victims had gone to their door and thought they were safe looking through it to see who was there only to get shot in the head right where they stood.
I smiled big and adjusted my hat and awaited the front door to open. It did, along with the porch light clicking on and a cute little brunette greeted me. She smiled and asked politely if she could help me. I watched her look me up and down as I did the same. She didn't seem as impressed with me as I was of her. She looked to be about 17 or 18, maybe 5'5 or 5'4 and 95 pounds. She was dressed casually with hip hugger jeans and a light blue t-shirt that didn't reach her low-riding jeans and showed her taut little belly. She was bare foot and her hair swung around her face.
"Why yes dear, is your mother or father home?" I asked. I smiled as I noticed she had on a touch of makeup. I love makeup but only as an accent of a women's natural beauty; touch of eye shadow, a little lip-gloss, and maybe some glitter. This cute blonde had just the right touch and a nice set of B-cups. Her shirt suggestively read under a fierce looking lioness, 'Pet Me Nice, I Bite.'
"My father doesn't live with us anymore and my mom isn't home right now," she said and smiled. "My mom should be home soon from work, if you'd like to wait," she added, trying to be polite and helpful.
I smiled at her and said, "No, I think I'll come back." I wanted to finish the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. I don't like to have to come back the next week to finish up the few houses I didn't or couldn't get to before starting a new area. Besides, I'd probably be getting her in trouble with her mom for letting someone in.
"Suit yourself mister, she should be home pretty soon," she offered as I was turning to leave. She was standing with the door open and shrugging her shoulders.
"That's a very kind offer," I told her as I inquired, "Miss?"
"Miss Daisy, Daisy Darrow," she smiled.
I backed myself down the steps and stood at the bottom, "Thanks again Miss Daisy, I was wondering if I could inquire what does your mom do for a living?" I asked. She didn't know it but I was gauging her mom's ability to buy one of our vacuums.
"She's a nurse," she answered and smiled. She had a beautiful smile and an incredibly hot body to match. I wanted so very much to accept her offer but figured I could get the rest of the houses done before her mom showed.
"Oh yeah, where is she a nurse?" I asked. Miss Daisy had turned to close the door but stopped to answer my question. When she turned I saw her wonderful 'whale tail.'
"She's a traveling nurse, she goes all over doing home care," she answered proudly and I was impressed. Traveling nurses make big bucks.
"Really, where do you work?" I asked her. I was ready to leave but as long as Daisy was revealing, I was dealing.
"I don't, I'm still in high school," she said. She laughed as if it was a silly question.
"What? How old are you?" I asked, teasingly, "Teens these days making their parents do all the work." I shook my head in fake disgust.
"I just turned 18 sir," she admitted.
"Hey, you can work at 15," I quipped and smiled at her.
"I know but my mom said I can't work during the school year, she wants me to focus on my classes," she explained me.
"Oh that's smart of your mom, are you working really hard in school?" I asked accusatorily. Daisy had a beautiful smile and looked like she loved to be put on. I scanned the houses around me and frowned. I would love to chat with this lovely gal rather than go door knocking but her mom was due home soon so if she didn't buy what would I have to show for it, I thought.
"Yeah, I got straight A's last marking period but now I have a new math class," she said proudly but ended in uncertainty.
"Pretty hard Ah?" I asked and remembered my Algebra courses of yesteryear. I really wasn't much of a student. After about 10th grade I had 'girls on the brain' and couldn't think straight. I guess that is why I was selling vacuums door to door. Looking at Daisy in the doorway made me want to return to those days of high school.
"Yeah," she frowned and then smiled cheerfully. I looked her up and down again. She was stunning and incredible to talk to. Add to the fact that the cool night air was beginning to take its effect on her. Her young perky nipples were pushing against the cloth of her T-shirt and becoming very apparent.
"You keep working on it and you'll learn it," I replied and then checking out her lovely nipples again added, " You know what I'll take you up on that offer to wait for your mom, of course if you're still offering." I smiled at her and hoped the offer was still good or otherwise I'd feel like a buffoon. Her hot little body was starting to have an effect on me.
"I will, sure if you'd like to come in and wait, you can," she said and opened the door wider so I could follow her in.
I wiped my feet and watched as she turned from me and her lovely little ass swayed as she walked down the hall. I closed the door behind me and felt the warm air of the house and was glad I had chosen to stay. I walked down the hall and turned to the right into the room Daisy had disappeared into. Their living room was there and it was the room where the TV was flickering.
Daisy had already plopped down o her belly on the rug in front of the TV and gone back to math homework. She smiled at me and said, "Take a seat and make yourself comfortable." She watched me walk past her and then stood up. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked politely. She moved her feet inward and outward like she was dancing and I could hear her hum something.
"No I'm fine," I said and smiled at her.
I looked around their lovely home and was impressed. Their furniture wasn't expensive but really nice and everything went together perfectly. The big couch across from the TV is where I chose to sit and this put me in a wonderful position to view Daisy's wonderful backside when she faced away from me towards the TV.
"Are you sure? We have soda pop and beer or water," she asked again. Her feet moved again and I could tell she had a song playing in her head.
"So when does your mom usually get home?" I asked as I envisioned her without clothes on.
"Oh it depends if she does overtime or gets called back," Daisy started and my mind reeled. I pictured myself sitting here forever and wasting the rest of the night. "But she won't tonight because its Friday, so she gets off at her regular time," she said as if I should know her mom's regular time. She was still rocking slightly to the song in her head.
"Which is when?" I asked. I looked her up and down and thought about dancing with her.
"Oh," Daisy exclaimed as she realized I should have no idea. She giggled and without thinking, tugged at her tight jeans to dislodge them from her crotch. "She is supposed to get off at 6:30 every night but can get called back or asked to do overtime on every night but Friday," she said as if she was reciting her mom's instructions to her.
"6:30?" I asked and frowned. I looked at my watch and grimaced. It was 5:38. I thought of those other houses. I looked out the front window and knew I was stuck. There are worse places to be stuck but I wasn't going to get that solid lead tonight unless it was Daisy's mom providing it.
"I think I'll have that beer," I said, resigning myself to staying there. I looked at Daisy and she smiled. She was a wet dream come true and I couldn't believe I was sitting in her living room, watching her tap her feet and dance to some unknown tune.
"Sure, do you want it in a glass or straight from the bottle?" she asked.
"I'll just drink it from the bottle, no reason to dirty a glass," I told her and she sauntered off toward what I presume was the kitchen. Her hips shook gently as she disappeared through the doorway.
Within seconds, she was back with a long neck Coors light. I thanked her as she handed it to me. Our hands touched in the transfer and she shocked me as her feet scuffled on the rug. Her hand felt soft and her fingers delicate. I twisted off the top and thanked her.
"Your welcome," she answered and got down on her knees over her homework.
