Jerry smirked as he hung up the phone. He had just arranged for his best 3 salesmen to travel to the west coast for the sales convention.
He only wanted one of them to leave town and that was Harold. He had longed to seduce Harold's wife and finally he had a plan in motion.
Jerry couldn't help himself, Alize (al-lee-say) was a Chocolate beauty, 5" 7', 150 pounds, 36 dd. She worked out daily to keep her shape. She used to be a runway model. She married Harold and retired. He worked tirelessly for Jerry and carved out a nice salary.
Since he retired from being a salesman and the hectic life that comes with it, Jerry had started his own company and now enjoyed the fruits of other's labor. He was smart and knew that Alize, although a beauty, she was like a stereotypical model - Dumb. Jerry had built his own customer base, but recently his sales had declined and this information was the key to his plan.
He drove his salesmen in his humvee to the airport. He was always parading his success to his sales staff, to help motivate them.
As soon as the plane took off, he drove straight to Harold's house. It was a lovely 3 bedroom cape cod. It even had the white picket fence. He knocked at the door and waited anxiously.
Alize opened the door slowly. She was wrapped in a towel. Her hair was wet in a tussle. He obviously disturbed her shower. She reluctantly let Jerry in.
"Excuse me, Jerry while I get dressed."
"You Certainly do not need to get dressed on my account."
She smiled coyly, "That's alright."
As she walked away, Jerry ran behind her and tackled her to the floor. Before she could react he had handcuffed her.
"What the hell are you doing."
"Relax Alize. I won't hurt you."
He helped her to her feet and walked her to the bedroom. He sat her on the bed.
"Listen, Alize, I am ready to fire your husband, his sales have slipped and I may have to let him go. "
