I am the owner of a small manufacturing business which will remain nameless for reasons that will become obvious. For the same reasons, my name can't be revealed.
Arriving in my office on a Tuesday morning, I was faced with the usual issues to deal with, none of them enjoyable. Yesterday we had three people call in with the "Monday Flu," and I have to meet with each of them to let them know this is unacceptable. We only have 40 employees, and we need to be able to count on everyone showing up for work.
We are a metal fabricating company, we supply parts and components to other manufacturers that produce final products of some kind. We just received a contract for a large project that will require all of our efforts and resources for about six weeks. It is a very competitive business, but we should come out with a fairly good profit.
Now another issue lands in my lap. My purchasing manager called me to tell me that there is a problem with a steel supplier. I told him to handle it, but he insisted that it needed my attention. An order he placed last week that was based on a price quote of last week was being refused. The sales rep from the supplier was in his office, saying that a mistake had been made on the quote, and they had to revise it.
My blood pressure hit the roof, and I told him to send the guy to my office. He replied, "It's not a guy, and she will be right there."
In a few minutes there was a timid knock on my office door. I barked "Come in!" and the door opened slowly. In walked a young woman, professionally dressed, and very attractive. More and more women are going into sales, and I think the companies that hire them are hoping they will get more business because of their gender, especially if they are good looking.
This woman introduced herself (let's call her Susie for the above reasons.) She was very nervous as she began to explain her situation. In spite of her business suit, her shoes said "Please fuck me!"
She said, "I made a serious mistake on the quote I sent to your purchasing manager last week, and my boss told me to get over here and straighten it out. I don't know what to do."
"Well," I replied, "here is our problem. We priced out our project based on that cost. How are we supposed to pay more for the steel now? We have to honor our price to our customer."
She looked even more upset, and said "My boss said to fix my mistake, or else! Is there anything you can do?"
I couldn't take any more. I practically snarled "Susie, you better call your boss and tell him he has to honor his price quotes, if he ever wants to do business with us again!"
I pushed my desk phone in her direction, but she held up her cell phone and indicated that she would use that. I said, "OK, I need to excuse myself for a minute, you make your call." One of the perks of being the owner is that my private office also has a private rest room, and I needed to get rid of some morning coffee.
Like most men, I am in and out of the rest room quickly if it is just to pee, and when I opened the rest room door, Susie was still on her phone, and she was facing the wall on the other side of my office.
I heard her say softly "I guess I am going to take it up the ass on this deal." As I shut the door she realized I was back in the room, and quickly said "I will call you later" and ended the call.
Her face turned bright red, and she said, "I shouldn't have said that. My language has gotten terrible lately. I work with all the other sales guys, and they talk like that. I just try to be one of the guys, I guess."
I said "Don't apologize, it was a great visual. Very sexy! What did your boss say?"
She looked close to tears, and said "He told me if we have to honor the lower price, it will come out of my commissions, and it will take months to work it off!"
Please understand that this was a young, slender, attractive woman. That still does not get the point across, let me say that she should be working as a lingerie model, not selling steel. My imagination was working full speed ahead as I started to create a plan.
"Susie," I said, "it looks like your decision will come down to whether you want to figuratively or literally take it up the ass on this deal." I waited for that to sink in.
The expression on her face slowly changed, as she understood what I meant. "I don't do that!" as her eyes flashed.
"Come on," I said, "you mean you have never used your good looks and some sex to close a deal?"
If possible, her face turned even more red. She stammered, "Well, maybe a blowjob. But I meant I have never done THAT!"
Even better, I thought, a virgin.
"Susie, we will pay the higher cost. We will rewrite our purchase order, and we will fight it out with our customer. But you need to do something to earn this."
There was a long silence, and I fought the urge to say anything more. Finally, she softly said "OK."
She was not wearing a skirt, but something more like a pants suit. I suppose she thought it was more businesslike. Even though she had said OK, she just stood there.
"You can begin by taking off those pants."
She reluctantly took her pants off and folded them up over a chair. Words fail me. Her legs were even more beautiful than I expected. She had to kick off her shoes before she could take her pants off, and even her feet were beautiful. She stood there in her panties waiting for my next instruction. I told her that she could leave her top on if it made her more comfortable.
I stripped everything off except my socks and tee-shirt. My cock was fully erect, and Susie just stared at it. I am not ready for the porn business, but I am better endowed than most men. I have never been vain enough to measure my cock, but I am pretty sure it is eight inches or more.
Never taking her eyes off of my bobbing and swaying cock, she softly said, "I don't think so."
"Susie, when will you learn that a deal is a deal?"
Once again she looked close to tears. "Would just a blowjob be enough? I seriously don't think that will go in me that way."
I walked over to the cabinet in my rest room, and removed the silly little first aid kit that was in there. Along with the band-aids, etc., there was a small unopened tube of vaseline. Old school for burns, and also old school for sex lube. But it would have to do. I went over to where Susie was standing and said "Hold out your hand." I squeezed out a gob onto her finger, and said "put that on my cock, mostly on the head."