Holly’s Sales Training

---How to continue your growth by adapting to challenging changes at work---

Fashion fam forever! Don't you worry, guys, I haven't abandoned you! I know it's been a real long time since my last post, but I promise I'll never leave you alone on your personal fashion quests. So obvi!

You know the line, right? Sometimes you've gotta do what you've gotta do. In my case, that means going on an expedition to bring my fans the hottest scoop from the fashion world. On that note, I've been insanely busy because I'm dealing with a lotta changes at work. But I promise to get back to you as soon as everything's sorted. Till then, I'll continue to inspire all my fellow fashionistas by posting dope collections of trendy swimwear and sexy lingerie. 'Trés chic' for the win! #InvestigativeFashionism

First and foremost, I've got some personal news to share with you. Looks like you guys loved the special giveaway I posted last time! I've gotten tons of asks ever since, so it's clear that it was as much of a bombshell for you as it was for me. Of course, it's understandable that you've got lots of questions. And I swear I try to respond to all my DMs, even though it's hard to keep up. Trust me, all this attention makes me feel like a legit influencer. So, keep giving me all the smoke, my chic clique! It keeps me in the right mood. Mosdef! #GiftThatKeepsGiving

So, thanks to all my followers for the flood of comments. One thing has definitely become clear. This blog is going in a much more #nsfw direction than originally intended. That's why I've decided to listen to the wishes of my fierce followers. And the result is simple: No more holding back, no more censorship! After all, it's important that we all have the freedom to say whatever the fuck we want. So, cheer with me, guys, and keep up the good work by sending your opinions unabashed and unfiltered. XOXO

---How to manage differing opinions in the workplace and beyond---

Who's ready for new fashion files from the fiercest fashionista? Remember when I told you about the flood of comments and DMs? Some of the messages revolved around the same topic, so I decided to make it available to all my Holligans out there. I'm curious to see what my fashion fam thinks about it!

*Cliff_the_Stiff: If it dresses like a slut and acts like a slut then as far as I'm concerned, it should get treated like a slut. When are you going to realise your [sic] just a slut? Your big titted co-whore knows it already. Time to catch up! #KnowYourPlace #3HoleCockSleeve*

Oh sheesh! That legit sounds like sexist labeling! Looks like our Stiffy can't handle a strong, confident woman taking what she wants. We independent baddies need to stop apologizing and stat! I can be slutty in the bedroom, the boneyard, or wherever I want without having to feel bad about it. You know, Cliffy, women can be sexually active and competent at the same time! So, thank you, next!

By the way, I'm pretty sure Tia would love getting called these dirty words during a hookup, but I think it's more complicated than that. We all need to distinguish between private and public life. Name-calling can be fun between the sheets, but it belongs nowhere else. Periodt!

*Dicktator69: LOL! You think that was an experience for your boss? ROFL! He gets bitches like you on the daily. How does it feel to get that asshole fucked and that o-ring blown out, bitch?*

Oh, please! This is the 21st century! Everyone's free to do whatever they want as long as they're not in a committed relationship. If you're a couple, then trust, respect, and loyalty come first. Oh, and don't forget the big Cs (aka communication and commitment). So, I couldn't care less what the old man does in his downtime (or what he does with whom). Right now, my only priority is to keep him as my boss and remain employed. Nevertheless, I know for a fact that Mr. von Stein won't forget the experience any time soon. After all my bootylicious butt is legit! He's never had so much cushion for the pushing. Absolutely not!

But hey! So much for the male pov. What about the female perspective, you ask? My side of the 'assperience' is simple. I like anal sex, so deal with it! I actually enjoy it because it's such a unique feeling. There's no way you can possibly get that from vaginal intercourse. In truth, it's not a purely sexual thing. There are so many stimulations and emotions involved! It's like a groundswell that slowly builds up until it becomes a huge wave. To put it bluntly, it hurts at first (although only a little in my case), but once you get into it, you reach an intensity that's next level! It's safe to say that I can cum from anal sex (if I play with my clit at the same time). So, long story short: The anal hookup was fire!

So much for the comments. What do you say, my fashion fam? What's your opinion on labeling? Do you have the same priorities in relationships as I do? Slide into my DMs and let's do a deep dive together! #SharingIsCaring

And with that, we should be past this whole 'asspiration' thing. It's time to focus on the original topic of this blog! So, let's circle back to my meeting with the company owner, because there's so much to unpack. Clearly, I've got a lotta pent-up emotional baggage that I need to work through. And that's exactly what I've been doing lately. So, hear me out!

In the immediate aftermath of the meeting, I tried to distract myself as much as possible, which proved to be more difficult than expected. After all, I had never experienced anything as kinky and wild. Granted, I had never experienced anything as lit and dope either. So, I was torn! To be honest, I had never felt such a dissonance between body and soul. While my body had embraced the demeaning treatment, my mind had rejected all the snide and generalizing remarks. What a contrast! #DiscoverYourself

Regardless of the emotional impact, I was mad as hell at myself. I actually felt like I had betrayed everything I believe in. As if I had deceived all my college friends who had marched with me for gender equality! For this reason, I refused to accept the sensations I had experienced. Surely, it had been a one-time thing and nothing more. My head was in the right place, only my body had betrayed me. But I promise to learn from it, so it never happens again. #Deflection

In any case, I've made sure to keep myself occupied. You've probably noticed that I've been reblogging lots of fashion stuff lately. I've also been designing a ton of different clothes to hone my skills. And it's been working... to a certain extent. Despite my best efforts, though, my mind kept wandering back to that scene in the exec office. Every time I thought about it, my skin tingled as if it was getting electrically charged. At the same time, my clit throbbed as if begging for more of that sexist behavior. Weird, but true! As a result, my thoughts began to revolve around the 'assperience' until I could think about nothing else. This was maddening!

Not gonna lie, I've found myself looking at pics of lingerie more often than haute couture (think corsets and garter sets and stuff like that). I can hardly believe I'm saying this, but I even caught a few glimpses of fetish blogs where girls talk about their bimbofication and objectification (and even sexual degradation, gulp). Eventually, I found myself watching sexy clips and masturbating to them. Sadly, though, I ended up edging more than cumming. Something was missing! I couldn't really put my finger on it but masturbating only gave me short-term satisfaction while it denied me long-term fulfillment. If anything, edging only whetted my appetite, making me hornier and needier than before. Weird flex, but OK! #ThirstyAF

Thank goodness, there's a silver lining! Tia and I have reconciled and talked it over, which has lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. I actually feel a lot better now. I'm ready to recognize that I was truly acting like a hypocrite. For all intents and purposes, our dispute was my fault because I failed to admit the truth to myself. But we're over it now! All that matters is my promise to Tia. So, I vow to work on becoming more self-reflective and perceptive. #SelfReflectionSunday

Fun fact? In the end, me and my bestie are more alike than we thought. For some reason, we both get turned on by machos and alpha males. So far, we'd only encountered it in small doses. After all, that's not the type of man who runs around campus in droves, is it? Certainly, no one as blunt and ruthless as Matt and his dad. So, it's safe to say that lack of experience was the reason it had never affected us before. But that has certainly changed now! #InYourFace

Okay! You're right, guys! That's too basic! The truth is much more complicated. We both get physically aroused by sexist behavior. But aside from that general principle, our mental reactions are different. My blond boo shows her disapproval by getting all pouty, clenching her fists, stomping her feet, and sulking epically. And men tend to find this behavior cute and adorable. By contrast, I react by scoffing in disbelief and shooting furious daggers with my blue eyes, which tends to provoke men into ruder actions. So you see, the contrast is real! #YouReapWhatYouSow

But that's not all! Our emotional triggers are also different. While my bae gets all bubbly and horny from douchebaggery and bro talk, I get all agitated and aroused from old man rants and boomer talk. No idea why, but there seems to be a disconnect between our bodies and minds. It's hard to explain, but somehow these reckless actions and ruthless remarks block our rational thinking, so we follow our emotions and first impulses... or something like that. At least, that's what I read on one of those fetish blogs. But whatevs! I'm an aspiring fashion designer, not a shrink! #ElaborationLikelihood

In short, Tia put it best when she said it switches off the mind until there's only feels. As you see, guys, we're unique baddies! But you know my luck. Of course, I got the short end of the stick. Actually, I didn't get any stick at all. Ugh! Remember that Matt is the new store manager? Ever since he got the position, his fratbros have been dropping by the Vonderstore more and more often. As a result, Tia is getting her fair share of excitement (and sexy action). Me, on the other hand? Not so much! Dang it!

By the way, the strategic direction of the Vonderstone label has changed as part of the restructuring process. Most of our customers are under 30 now. While the young men are mostly looking for a casual, laid-back look, the young women search for flashy fashion on a budget. So, it's safe to say that our customers aren't exactly haute couture connoisseurs. Older people hardly ever find their way into the store anymore. If they do, it's almost always men in the mid-life crisis looking for clothes that gives them a young appearance. And it never works! Instead, their style ends up looking forced and mid! More importantly, though, these men aren't prone to making lewd remarks or suggestive comments. What a lose-lose-situation for me! #MindYourTargetAudience

As you can see, guys, the job has gotten legit boring. Most of the customers are regular people, so there's not much to write about, or at least not much to post on this blog. Sorry to disappoint! But anyways, lots of love to my fashion fam!

---How to follow your instincts and why it matters---

Oh, my Holligans! You're the best! I can hardly count all the feedback, it's so much! That's the proof, my follower engagement is lit! So, here are some handpicked comments that deserved my response:

*FashionFiend: Slut shaming needs to stop, like yesterday! Actually, any kind of shaming and generalization is wrong! No doubt sexually active women shouldn't be branded as sluts in public or on social media! You should be able to be whatever you please without worrying about judgmental people. At the same time, it's safe to say that you Holly are a total slut and I mean that in the best way possible. You're a sex positive slut who's enjoying sex and experimenting with kinks in her private life! Oh, and it turns you on to be called these dirty words in private. Don't deny it, SLUT!*

Oh wow! That's it, my fellow fashionistas! This comment sums up all your opinions real nice. So, I'll let it stand like this: Slut-shaming - nay, Holly the slut - yay! But please, always distinguish between name kink and online shaming. One's private and the other's public! So, keep your dirty talk in the bedroom, guys!

*BimboCandy: Looks like your priorities go well together. The boss gets fresh meat to bang, the piece of meat gets her job guarantee. As long as you stay obedient n fuckable, everything should be fine.*

And that's another unanimous opinion. Looks like my fashion fam's in agreement. So, I don't wanna contradict this statement. Not at all! As the saying goes, one hand washes the other, right? #CaseClosed

Now, my Holligans, the time has come! Here's the update you've all been waiting for. Today everything changed! All I can say is 'Thank God it's Friday'! Mr. von Stein stopped by the store. Finally! You can't imagine how often I had pictured the situation in my head. Probably, a gazillion times! Yet, my resolution had always been the same, no matter how many times I had thought it through. If I ever encountered the dirty old man again, I was fiercely resolved to stay calm and act normal. #BusinessAsUsual

When the time had finally come, though, my reaction was anything but normal! The moment I saw the big boss, I froze on the spot. In fact, I got overwhelmed by countless emotions. Like mesmerized, I followed his every step with my eyes. Remember my pleading looks on the cocktail table? Yup, I did the same silent begging! Sadly, though, the seasoned exec didn't seem to notice. He walked right past my section without so much as a word. Big fail! It hit different, because a mixture of nervousness and disappointment exploded in the pit of my stomach. What a letdown! #TurntAF

As it turned out, the patriarch was there to meet the store manager and discuss the recent rebranding. A family reunion, if you will! Even if it didn't help me (or my exuberant desire), it did prove one thing: Mr. von Stein truly cares about his sons! Morris is the serious type who's highly concerned about his reputation He seems to be the prodigy, all set on his career and primed to take over the family business. And then there's Matt (aka the bad boy who dropped out of college and regularly gets into trouble). In contrast to his brother, Matt is a brash bon vivant with a carefree attitude who has little regard for the consequences of his actions. Despite their differences, the head of the Vonderfam seems equally supportive of his sons and tries to spend quality time with both of them. #SiblingRivalry

Anyway, let's get back to topic: father and son chatted at the register for some time. In the meantime, I tried to get as close as possible without attracting any attention. I literally sneaked up on the checkout as stealthy as a cat burglar. In truth, I had hoped to pick up a rant about the lazy salesgirls or a gripe about those young, entitled interns, but I heard nothing of the sort. Not even a brief rambling about the spoiled zoomer generation. Epic fail! Despite this disappointment, my pelvic muscles contracted from sheer excitement. What a greedy reaction! #AnticipationIsHalfThePleasure

Believe it or not, Mr. von Stein acted as professional and civil as you would expect from a corporate leader. After a brief greeting, the two men left the register and went into the manager's office to continue their discussion. As a result, they were out of my reach, which was high-key frustrating. Shaking my head, I tried to clear my mind. Unlike the big boss, I was acting low-key unprofessional (if not to say stupid). So, I tried my best to refocus. But I found it real difficult to concentrate on my menial task of stacking a bargain table. I just couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to the incident in the exec office. It's hard to imagine, but I hoped against hope for a repeat. This was hectic! #GoalsAF

But hold on a sec! Not so quick on the trigger! The day was far from over! At some point, Mr. von Stein had to leave the office and return to the salesroom, right? Sure enough, he'd greet me on the way back, wouldn't he? Nope, he didn't! Instead, he headed straight for the exit. Hella disappointing, but also understandable! After all, he was a busy manager. #Business101

But then it got worse! Instead of giving me a glance, the patriarch walked straight over to Tia. As soon as he saw my blonde bae in the men's section, he made a bee line for her. Like a true gentleman, he took her hand and kissed her on the back. Sweet jeez! As if meeting his son's slampiece was a big deal. Yikes!

And before I knew it, Mr. von Stein was out of the store! The seasoned exec hadn't even deigned me a look. Unbelievable, but true! What a disappointment! The failure burned hot like shame. Sighing deeply, I leaned over the bargain table at the shop entrance. The frustration was real! But then I got caught off-guard by an unexpected feeling! My eyes when a blow hit my butt. They went wide in shock! My jaw when I stumbled forward. It literally dropped to the floor!

Oh my god! In passing, the company owner had given me a smack on my booty. Not just a slap, though, he had legit whacked it. For a moment, he let his hand rest on my plump posterior, roughly kneading my right bun. And I responded in style! Sticking out my round rump, the sly old sack let his fingers slide over the wetlook fabric, lightly brushing against my cameltoe. As the saying goes, a bird never flew on one wing, so the coarse old codger gave me another slap on my delicious derriere. For good measure, I sus.

Next thing I knew, he was gone for good, leaving me needier and hornier than ever. In fact, my whole body tingled from the brief touch. I actually had to pinch myself to come back to earth. Otherwise, I might have cum on the spot. This was unhinged!

So, what do you say, guys? Do you think my inner conflict is silly? Should I just say, 'screw it' and 'yolo'? Tell me!

---How to attract customers' attention the smart way---

*CollegeHolleigh: OMG! Holliiieee! We got the same name n were both coeds. Yay! U a cheerleader 2? That'd be so fire! But girrrl! Forget about that dirty old dude. 4 real! Ur way 2 good 4 him. U ll find a true gentleman soon.*

"Cliff_the_Stiff: C'mon, b!tch! Why would your boss even look at you? He fucked you in his office n threw you out like trash! Now, he's hitting on your fat-titted friend (the opposite of you flat-chested floozy). Soon, he's gonna own that ass too. Face it, you two bitches are just something to pass the time with at work. Oh wait! Let your big-boob bae write an 'asspirational tale' about it on your blog.*

See, my Holligans? Those are two of the most typical comments I get. It seems like my fashion fam is legit divided about the men in my life! But don't you worry guys (and gals)! I don't need a gentleman and Tia doesn't need a boomer. We're just coeds living our best lives and having fun doing it. Granted, the office encounter was a banger! But that was it! Been there, done that! On to the next adventure! #MessageOfTheDay

Anyway, many of you have asked about Tia. So, let me set the record straight: my busty boo knows about this blog. I told her when I came clean about my encounter with Mr. von Stein. Actually, I sus she follows my 'trés chic tales' as a silent reader. But she says she's too busy to write her own blog posts. And she's not lying. Tia's currently laser-focused on sucking frat pricks and slutting it up at their 'Yamos' keggers (which are actually called 'booze-n-bitches parties', shake my head). #BrashBae