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Last summer I was terrible at this job. I was so bad in fact that I was fired. Now car salesmen get fired all the time but from what I've seen it's usually because they steal or get too emotional and hit someone. Management usually won't fire a car salesman for poor sales. They'll let the guy wither on the vine with almost no income until he quits.
That's not what happened to me. I really thought I could make it. I really thought I could learn the job and be good at it. I convinced myself that I was the next great thing to happen to cars since the invention of vulcanized rubber. My whole life almost everything I ever tried turned out well for me. I was just this really lucky guy.
That mindset did not translate over into selling cars. Customer after customer, day after day, week after week; I couldn't sell a thing. Anybody else would have quit by then but not me. I just knew that I could never fail at anything because I never had. I just knew that the next customer that came on the lot was going to buy from me. It didn't happen.
The day my boss called me into the office to tell me I was fired, I was crushed. I remember that I started crying. Me. A grown man. I balled like a baby.
I went on to do other work but I really tried hard to keep a good relationship with the car dealership. When the next summer came around I went back and I begged them to hire me and let me try again. They were very skeptical at first. They couldn't understand why I'd want to take a pay cut just to sell cars for a living. They couldn't understand why it was so important to me. But I had to do it. I had to succeed. I was not built for failure. I had to cleanse this black mark from my history.
During the time after I had been fired I spent months learning about sales tactics trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. It turned out that it didn't matter how handsome you were or how likable you were. If you want to sell something you have to get out of the way. Let the customer fall in love with the product, not you. That was a hard lesson to learn for someone like me but I learned it.
My old boss gave me permission to try to sell. I had one Saturday and if I couldn't do it he said he'd know. I went out there and I got the first looker that came onto the lot. I converted that 'just looking' guy into a paying customer and he was so in love with the car that he agreed to buy it before he even thought of haggling over the price.
That was a great start but I wasn't finished. I sold three more cars that day. My boss was impressed but he wasn't 100% convinced yet. He wanted to see how I'd do on a week day. Over the next week I really paid my dues and hit that pavement. I sold at least one car a day and on Wednesday of all days I sold five. I was getting so many sales that the other salesmen started to get a little pissed at me and one of them pushed me into a glass window after accusing me of stealing his customers. The hot head was fired and it really solidified my place as an emerging superstar among car salespeople.
My boss hired me full time and I had proven to myself that I could do it. That was really all I was out to prove. If not for the cash I probably would have went back to my other job. However, the cash was really good. When you sell 77 cars in a month you quickly discover how good the cash can be. I knew outside of summer those kinds of sales could not be sustained without slowly developing an extensive client list but for just that one summer I was making more than I ever had before.
October came around and I was still working as a car salesman. It was nearing Halloween and I had sold 53 cars for the month. It was noon on a Saturday and I had sold two cars and I was ready to go home. One of the assistant managers took issue with that.
"Where are you going? Don't you see all those customers out there?"
"I made a promise." I said. "My girlfriend put her foot down."
"You can see her later."
"Leave him alone, Miles." my boss said. "I approved it."
I thought that was the end of it but when I grabbed my briefcase the assistant manager called me over to the elevated desk in the showroom. "On your way home I want you to do something for me."
"Sure, Ok."
"In my office you'll see my dry cleaning. I want you to take it to my house and drop it off."
"But..."
"Just do it."
I wasn't going to argue. The assistant manager was a very big guy with so many muscles I wouldn't be surprised if he lifted weights with the eyelids.
"Alright. Where do you live?"
He sent me his address on a a map app and I saved it. I went into his office and got the clothes. On my way out with his dry cleaning in one hand and my briefcase in the other as I fumbled for my keys the assistant manager pointed his finger my way with a warning.
"Don't you go fucking my wife, you hear."
"What? I would never do that."
"It's a joke, man." another salesman said. "Lighten up."
I thought is sounded like a pretty bad joke.
I drove out to the house. At first no one seemed home. I rang the bell and waited. Then I saw why the guy might be nervous about someone going to see his wife. As soon as she opened the door the words trophy wife zipped across my mind.
She was young and fine. She didn't seem to be wearing much makeup but she was very beautiful even without it. I usually like girls with black hair but even though this woman was a blond her hair was just stunning. Besides that, she had these huge tits and a very athletic build. She didn't have so many muscles as to look like a man but she looked like she'd win in a fight against most people.
I guess the main thing was that she was tall. I've always liked tall women with long legs. And the ass that was at the top of those legs was just the perfect round shape. Of course I couldn't see that at first. When she opened the door I had actually expected to drop the shirts off but she invited me in and I figured it would be rude to refuse. I stood by the front door as she took the shirts away and I got a really good look at her backside in her tight fitting clothes.
I really should have been impressed with the house. I was a nice house but instead I found myself fantasizing about this woman.
Ok, so this woman was sexy. The guy's words echoed in my mind. I corrected my posture and waited like a gentleman. When she came back she offered me a cup of tea but I declined.
"I really need to go. I have plans. My girlfriend is waiting for me."
"Ok. Here, at least take a candy." She held out to me a bowl full of individually wrapped chocolates. I sort of felt like I really didn't want to take anything from her so I politely refused and tried to get out the door.
Then her mood changed very suddenly. "What was that look for?"
"What look?"
"That, that right there." she accused.
"What?"
"He told that joke, didn't he?"
Shit. Now she looked angry. "Um ... What joke?"
"Don't play stupid with me. What did he say?"
"Nothing. He just wanted me to drop off ..."
"Tell me what he said." She invaded my personal space and grabbed a fist full of my dress shirt and tie. "Tell me now."
"Uh ... um."
She pulled me towards her and glared into my eyes.
"He asked me not to ... um ... not to have ..."
"Not to fuck me?"
"Uh ... yeah. Something like that."
She was mad. She made a facial expression that I could only describe as a snarl complete with teeth. "That man ... I told him. I told Miles if he made that damn joke one more time ... one more time."
