"You will find out some way to get those fucking assholes to sign! Or it is your pretty ass that will be out of a job!"
Emily held the phone away from her ear, thank god she wasn't using her ear buds, otherwise she'd have no hearing left. Her boss was pissed. He was trying to close a real estate deal in the rural part of Indiana and one guy, who apparently owned an entire fucking forest, was not selling. Three others had failed and now he sent her to go deal with it.
"Ok Todd," she said, "I'll see what I can do" and then ended the call on him. Fuck him, he knows she can do it, he'll get it over it.
She checked herself in the mirror of the shitty roadside motel. It was one of those that looked like something out of a bad horror movie, staffed by a really sweet old lady and her husband. Nice people. She liked what she saw in the mirror though. A slim face with hazel green eyes, shoulder length brown hair, cute freckles on tanned skin and a significant amount of cleavage in her tank top. She was trim and worked hard to keep herself that way, but her tits were always just a little too big and saggy for her taste, but her ass was thick, firm, and a delicious bubble. All natural.
She checked her makeup, grabbed her bag and map -- her cellphone did not work out where she was going and got into her luxury SUV and drove to the address. God she really hated being all the way out here.
The chip and tar road gave way to a neatly manicured gravel driveway, which was odd given that most of these places were tin roofed dirt shacks. The driveway winded through the woods, overgrown in the interior, but neatly trimmed by the pristine white rocks.
Finally, she braked in front of a log cabin, with a rough stone foundation. On the porch was a man in a pair of well-worn blue jeans, flannel shirt and hiking boots. He was slightly overweight with a beard.
Getting out of her car, she walked up to he man, the sun beating on her breasts and she knew they jiggled slightly. "Mr. Calvin? I'm Emily Johnson with the Clear Day Realty Group," she said, extending her hand toward him. He did not move from his place. Sheepishly retracting her hand, she continued, "Yes, well I'm hear about the..."
"I don't want to sign my land away bitch," he said, cutting her off mid sentence, "I told those other fuckers I want my peace and quiet."
"Yes," she continued, "well, can we discuss it?"
"Perhaps, pull your tits out," he said, smiling.
Emily was taken aback, this has never happened to her before, but Todd was merciless if he didn't close a deal. And she would lose her job. While this was degrading, it seemed relatively harmless.
She reached into her tank top and lifted her left breast out first, now fully exposed to the sun and the thrill of exposing herself in bright daylight made her nipple fully erect. She repeated this with her second breast.
