Sales Slut

Sales Slut 03

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I awoke the next morning with a hard-on nudging against my ass and an arm draped over me, idly caressing my hip, waist and breast. Chris played with me like that until he knew I was awake, then he reached around and started teasing my pussy, very gently. All the while, he stayed hard and just rubbed against my rear.

After about ten minutes of this, I really needed more, but his cock stubbornly avoided getting any closer to my sex. My wiggling about and intentionally urgent mews and moans went unheeded. He wanted me to insist. And now that he knew where my clit was, his fingers had become a source of torment I couldn't ignore.

When I couldn't take it any longer, I reached down, found the head of his cock, and aimed it at my pussy. I was so wet he slipped right in with one long, slow, trust.

Up until that morning, sex with Chris had been one sided. He was taking pleasure from me. I learned to enjoy it, but my pleasure had been secondary. This morning changed all that. He fucked me, but so slow and gentle, I was trying to take more than he was willing to give, and it was... kinda sexy. He made me fuck him for a change.

I came first, and it was one of those orgasms that start off like a good feeling that barely ignites the climax, and then hums along like that for so long, you wonder if you'll ever get there. Then, Boom! Body quakes, moaning, arching, and little screams.

I guess he liked what I did because he rolled me onto my belly, spread me open, and started pounding me like madman. About two minutes later, he made me orgasm again as he filled my pussy with cum.

We still hadn't even said as much as 'good morning' yet. He got up, took me into the shower and we washed each other. It was intimate, and a little concerning. It didn't fit our established paradigm.

He dried me off, then let me do the same to him, and I had to fight the urge to try kissing him again. The way he was looking at me, touching me, and how his cock was trying to come to attention again got me turned on enough to want more.

"Don't do this." I said, still drying his back.

"Do what?"

"Don't confuse me with this... intimacy," I said. "Don't make me like you that way."

He turned and frowned at me. "What do you suggest I do, then?"

I huffed. "I don't know." That wasn't true, but I didn't want to actually say it out loud. It felt so degrading.

"I don't either. What do you

want

me to do?"

I struggled with my own thoughts and emotions... and lust. I could just say it. Force the words out. It would just be admitting what he both already knew. "I--I want to... just be your slut again. Okay. Treat me like a whore, not a lover. I have a lover, and I'm married to him. Don't confuse me with all this gentle sex and stuff. Understand?"

He nodded, and I could see the amused look in his eyes.

"Get dressed," he said. "We have a couple hours to drive."

I wanted to make our unconventional working relationship clear, so I chose the shortest skirt, the most revealing top, garters that showed, silk stockings, sexy shoes, and no panties. If I wanted him to treat me like a whore, I might as well look the part.

We got a quick breakfast, then hit the road. After an hour of driving with his hand in my lap, I was wriggling again. He had the spot now and used it all the time. It was torture!

When we reached a town with more pedestrians and cars, he unzipped his fly and let his cock out. I cast him a coy look, then reached over and let my fingers lightly trace up and down his length.

"You said to treat you like a whore."

I giggled. "I know."

"Well then?"

We rolled up to a stoplight, and I looked around. We definitely would be seen, which was what he wanted, of course. I shifted closer, bent over the console and starting giving him a blowjob. It was so obvious what I was doing with my blonde head bobbing up and down, I could feel eyes on me.

I didn't make him cum, but sucked him every time he had to stop or slow down. I felt like an absolute slut, a real whore, and I was afraid I was beginning to enjoy it.

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The sale was... a little disappointing. The woman we worked with was older than Chris, and treated me like shit. Apparently, my reputation preceded me, and seeing me dressed the way I was just convinced her that I was the whore she heard rumors about. Clearly, she didn't approve. I left a little angry, but held my tongue until we were alone. Then I trash talked her all the way to Milan.

I was still being his whore and stroking his dick when he suddenly slowed down, reading a large sign. When I saw what had caught his attention, I felt my heart speed up.

"A sex shop?"

He nodded firmly. "I think I'll buy you a present."

I'd never been to one of these before. I owned a couple of toys but they were mail order. Butterflies were threatening to fly away with my stomach, and I picked up the pace with my handjob until we parked.

"Pick out something you like, and I'll pick something I like. My treat."

I gulped and nodded.

The shop could have been any sort of boutique that sold little trinkets and souvenirs but for the fact that all the products on display were sexual. I almost went for one of the bondage outfits, but thought better of it. How could I explain that if Willy ever saw it?

Instead, I found what was called a Pleasure Chest. I got one for couples, thinking I could use it with Willy. It had a little vibrator I could wear with a remote control. A dildo, a cock ring, blindfold, a booklet of sex positions, and a set of soft sided dice that illustrated a position on one, and a location on the other, or various body parts and what to do with them.

I met Chris at the other end of the same aisle, and he too chose a pleasure chest, but his was BDSM. Leather handcuffs, rope, a much more grim looking blindfold, a butt plug, nipple clamps, a cat-o-nine-tails whip, and a leather collar with a steel chain leash.

I couldn't believe how excited I was to get back in the car and find our hotel so I could play with my new toys.

We had the rest of the day to kill, so we started by putting the remote control vibrator in me, and we went out for an early dinner. Chris played with it for a while, making me wiggle and blush every time the waitress came to our table. Then he set it on random and took me for a walk. It would change speed and pattern at random, making my every step a tease. We had to stop by a fountain with me trying to act normal as I got hit with the most incredible orgasm. People must have thought I was epileptic or something.

Back at the hotel, he put the blindfold on me, used the rope to tie me to the bed, and fucked me until he was spent. I loved that, and just knew I was going to beg Willy to do it to me when I got home.

I tried the nipple clamps, but didn't like them, and I thought the cat-o-nine-tails was fun, but I definitely didn't want to go home with any incriminating whip marks on my ass. I'd let willy give me some.

The next morning, we had room service for breakfast. I stayed naked while we ate and had coffee as he explained what the evening would be like.

"Johan invited several clients to a banquet. Make your presentation, then we'll mingle and see if any of them want to close on a deal. We're giving exceptional rates for such small orders, and if you get enough, you might even double what you've earned already this week."

"I'm afraid to ask, but how many clients?"

"Three. Maybe four. But don't worry. I doubt they all know about... well... about you."

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We spent the day relaxing as we figured I might be busy later, and needed the rest. When it got close to the time to leave, I started to get nervous.

Chris calmed me with some quiet music and a little casual conversation, then suggested we pick an outfit for me to wear.

I knew exactly what it would be. I chose the most revealing of the gowns with an even more daring neckline than the first that actually did reach my navel. Backless with a skirt slit to my ribs on both sides. I fixed my hair, spent an inordinate amount of time on my makeup, then presented myself to Chris for approval.

He saw me and his jaw dropped. The smile after that melted my worries for a moment.

He came up to me and ran his hands over my arms and hips, lightly brushing my breasts. The gown covered me, but was easy to move aside to touch every sensitive spot I had.

"Just stunning, Violet. Are you ready?"

"No, but let's go before I lose my nerve."

"Not just yet." Chris took his Pleasure Chest, and mine, and spent a few minutes picking out a few items, adding them to one case. He then handed it to me, grinning fiendishly. "We might want those later."

I considered looking inside, then decided against it. I'd find out eventually.

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The place we went to was gorgeous. A beautiful hotel with a great view of the mountains and city. I walked out onto the balcony and just drank in the scenery. The wait staff had set up a few tables with wine, cheese and bread, sliced meat, and other pickings. I got a glass of white and stood admiring the view... when a familiar voice found me,

Johan had arrived and was talking quietly with Chris. They exchanged greetings, spoke in German for a moment, then he saw me... and my heart froze.

Johan was a very fine-looking gentleman for his age, and so well groomed. I felt very out of place. He wore a top-quality, perfectly tailored suit, while I was dressed like a high-priced call girl.

He stopped before me, took my hand, and bowed to kiss it. This was a first!

"Violet. So lovely. That's a magnificent dress."

"Blame Chris," I grinned. "He picked it out for me."

"He has excellent taste."

He held my hand tighter and guided me along with him to walk the perimeter of the balcony. "Chris has explained things." He said in a hush, his other hand curling around my bare hip. "Now, I want to assure you, I would much rather keep you in your current role as division manager. But if, for any reason, I should have to put Fred in the role, you can stay on and work under him until he moves on."

"But, Chris said that, if I did well this week..."

"Yes, yes. Of course, but you have to know you're behind on the sales forecast."

"I thought I was ahead?"

He balked and shook his head. "Not unless you manage a miracle sale tonight. Ginessa, the woman you met with, dropped her order and even canceled all her reorders. She reuses to do business with a

'putana'

. As of now, you may not even match your last year's total. Ahh! They've arrived. Go prepare for your presentation."

I stood there drowning in despair, thinking I'd fucked everything up. My career, my marriage, my future. Everything! All because some tight laced old-money bitch learned I'd been whoring around to make sales. Putana! A whore! Well, I guess. Still, it was rude.

I couldn't let it happen. I'd put too much on this gamble to lose now. Everything was riding on it. What choice did I have? I'd have to double down!

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I did the usual schmooze and booze thing, met what turned out to be a half-dozen men who attended, and got groped and fondled more than a cute schoolgirl in a Japanese subway car.

My presentation was pretty lame, so I flicked through the useless slides as quickly as I could, and went off-script after that. The factories we had were pretty high tech for the time, and I bragged a bit on how the manufacturing process made superior quality products at lower cost. Then I told them about the competitive rate we were offering for one night only, then dropped a not-at-all subtle hint.

"After this little gathering, we'll retire to the hospitality suite where I can see to your... uhh, individual needs. Chris tells me there will be a photographer if you'd like to umm--have a picture. I'm not a celebrity, but I'll pose with you. And we can discuss future orders and umm--my rather ambitious customer relations efforts."

I noticed a definite change in tone for the rest of the cocktail hour, and as I was literally the only woman in the place, everyone wanted to dance with the salesgirl.

First was this pudgy man who looked like a movie director I've seen; a short fellow, a little round in the middle, scruffy beard, glasses, and a goofy smile. He tried to waltz me around but in my five-inch stilettos, his face was almost at boob level.

Next was this guy with a mustache he was obviously proud of. He danced pretty well, but had my ass in his hands half the time.

A tall, dark, and very handsome man, still old enough to be my father, spoke in beautiful Italian to me... which I understood less than the German... but it was lovely to listen to.

The one I called Grandad was likely in his seventies, and clearly a little tipsy already. He must have had a few before arriving. He was a terrible dancer and kept looking down my dress... so I let him.

Last was a stocky man with strong hands and shoulders like a linebacker. He didn't dance at all, but took me off to the balcony with our wine to chat me up. He too had eyes only for my tits, and it was sort of flattering how intent he was to touch whatever part of me he could.

Finally Johan swept me into his arms, and... holy shit, could that man dance! A frame like he was forged, every step sharp and firm, and the way he led me left no doubt who was in charge. I actually got a little turned-on, just spinning around the floor with him.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked.

"I am now." I scolded myself for how that sounded, like I wanted him... which maybe I did, a little.

"Your presentation was very good. I like how you improvise."

"Sorry, but those slides were... pretty awful," I said. "Who made them?"

"I did," he replied.

I gulped. "Oh, God. Umm... I'm sorry. What I meant was..."

He laughed and pulled me up closer, my breasts crushing against his chest. "My, you're easy. I was joking."

"Oh!" I giggled nervously. "Good. I mean, that you didn't... I was... the slides were..." I lifted a smile at him, and shook my head. "I'm just going to stop talking now."

He nodded, and I could feel his hand around my back squeeze me, then travel down to my ass. The thin fabric of the dress might as well have not been there at all. I could feel his fingers slide down the crease of my rear, and I sucked in a breath at how naughty it felt.

"No panties," he mused to himself. "Hmm. You know, I was thinking I'd leave you to your sales, but... maybe I'd like to have a picture with my prettiest sales rep."

My voice seemed to have taken a surprise holiday when I squeaked, "O-o-okay"

"It looks like someone would like to cut in?"

I had been waiting for Chris to have a turn with me, and I batted my eyes at Johan as he bent to kiss my hand. Then I spun on my toes and moved into the arms of...

"Fred?"

"Violet."

Fred was a couple years younger than me, and a spitting image of his father. Tall, handsome, and he moved with a self confidence that probably comes from old money... like he owned the world and we were all just guests.

I got snapped up into his flawless dancing frame, and moved around the floor like a marionette on his strings.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped.

"Well, I'm either dancing with my boss, or my assistant." He pulled me in close, and his hand smoothed down my back, over my ass, and back. It made me shiver. "Either way, it looks like we might be spending a lot more time together."

"Is that sooo... Oh!" He dipped me and I found his face right in my cleavage.

He looked up at me from there, and I had this crazy vision of him looking up at me from... a bit lower. Shit! What's gotten into you? He spun me around with more energy than his father had, which made my dress fly up enough for some guests and staff to see what I wasn't wearing underneath.

We finished the last dance together, then I really did hear Chris's voice as if from far away.

"Gentlemen, and Lady. If you please. We are required to leave the hall. We'll see you in the hospitality suite in fifteen minutes." Then he waved for me. "Violet, dear. Would you come with me, please?"

Fred gave my hand a kiss like his father had, and sent me off. A little dazed and still feeling the effects of the dance, I swished over to Chris who whisked me off to the elevators.

"Having fun?" He asked on the way up.

"Y-y-yes. I mean... I uhh..." I met his eyes, and we both laughed a little. "Yes. I'm fine. Whew!"

"Good. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he said. "Now, don't mind the photographer. He's going to be taking some pictures for the yearly sales report. Pose with whoever wants to, and have fun."

"Okay. What about the sales?"

"Leave that to me and Johan. When we need you to sign anything, we'll find you."

"Okay. And, umm... and then what? I mean... after the sale?"

He lifted a brow and the elevator doors opened. "We have a Pleasure Chest full of ideas for what we can do after."

Oh boy. Well, double down indeed.

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It all started as I assumed it would. The men showed up, and I did more mingling, drinking, flirting, and whatever. This part was nothing new. I'd been to lots of hospitality suites, and knew the drill.

The Pudgy Director lookalike was the first to ask for a picture, and I felt like a supermodel next to him. His head reached my chin, and when he got his arm around me, I playfully tilted my head to rest on his balding pate. Then he asked for a second pic, and while we smiled, he grabbed my ass. SNAP-SNAP! The photographer grinned at me, and I got passed along.

Soon they all wanted to pose with me. I got groped and fondled all over again, and I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy the attention, even if they were all so much older than me.

It was all quite familiar at first. Then mister mustache came for what was probably his fifth picture, and I moved up beside him. Suddenly his hand slid right under my ridiculously low cut dress and was cupping my tit! I smiled pretty for the camera. SNAP-SNAP. That began a new wave of pics.

I got one hand (SNAP), then two (SNAP), then a man on either side (SNAP-SNAP). They kept reaching in to fondle me and grabbed my ass, and my dress was starting to slip. Finally Chris joined me for a pic, and I thought he was helping me secure the top of my gown... when he tugged a lace loose.

One side fell, baring my breast. He then grabbed my soft flesh in his hand, faced me toward the camera, and SNAP-SNAP!

It was like vultures to the feed! I was surrounded by men, all eager to get in the frame with the hot, topless salesgirl. I struggled feebly, knowing this had been the plan all along, but I just hadn't quite anticipated this many men, and my boss, and the President, and his son, and a fucking photographer!

In the confusion of reaching hands and my boobs being juggled about, I lost track of who was who. I was in a lot of group pictures with the men all trying to grope me at the same time. Then a hand grabbed my wrist instead of my tits or ass, and I got led over to a narrow table.

Johan was laying out documents all in a row, a pen resting on each.

"Gentlemen. We require signatures," he said while Chris guided me over. "Miss Violet. Please review the contracts, make sure the figures are correct, and sign. Then you will each sign your sale to complete our business portion for the evening."

I gulped, and tried to hold my dress over my breasts as I approached the table. The first document had all the details of a standard boilerplate sale contract, but I found two totals at the bottom instead of just one.

"Uhh, Johan?" I asked, and edged closer in case my question was stupid. "Why are there two totals?"

"Ah, yes." Johan grinned. "I should mention that. Gentlemen, you'll notice two totals for each contract. One is approximately 5% higher than the other. Should you choose to simply sign and go, choose the lower price. If you wish to remain after the sale to... enjoy some excellent

customer service

, choose the higher price."