This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
Rachel sighed in frustration as her boss left her office. As the luxury car dealership's newest hire she would also be the first to go, as her boss had just informed her. She needed a sale!
Rachel Adams was in her fifties but looked ten years younger, her good looks helped her in her job quite a bit. Long golden hair, ample chest and huge hazel eyes got her as many sales as her years of experience.
She had no clients scheduled so she walked out to the showroom floor. She was in luck, an impulse buyer was checking the newest models. She noticed the little signs of wealth even though he was dressed down, he was in the right place. However Rachel couldn't help but shudder inwardly at the man's cruel-looking face. He looked like he would be at home breaking kneecaps, she thought to herself as she approached him with a smile.
"Good afternoon sir, welcome to Oxley Fine Motors, may I be of assistance?" Rachel's delivery was perfect; slightly subservient, slightly sexy, very professional. The man turned to her, raised a skeptical eyebrow. He looked very Mediterranean, very masculine, his features almost arrogant at rest. Thick wavy black hair, short fingers on large hands, dressed in casual looking clothes she knew to be only the finest, most expensive.
"Huh. Yeah, I guess you could help me." His implication being, as long as there's not a man around I'll amuse myself with you. His eyes roamed every inch of Rachel and liked what they saw. He gave her a predatory smile, eyes hooded, lips almost sneering. "I'm Sal, nice ta meecha." He moved right into Rachel's personal space, stage whispered, "Let's be friends, whadda ya say?"
The man is a pig, Rachel thought as she kept smiling. "Of course sir, it would be my pleasure." She knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment she said it, the man's eyes lit up at the word 'pleasure'. Well, she'd been in sales for years, she knew how to handle customers like these.
If she got the chance to that is. Her boss came bustling out of his office, all smiles for this Sal person, schmoozing at ninety miles an hour. When he turned to her and said Anything The Customer Wants, her heart sank in her chest. All this customer wanted was her.
"Why don't you take Mr. Smith to your office, discuss terms of sale?" her boss said before vanishing with the other sales associates. Rachel realized she was basically being sacrificed to this man for more sales, and her boss wasn't going to do shit.
Sal followed her to her office as the other staff virtually fled the building. Rachel wondered just what the hell was going on! The moment they entered Sal slammed the door behind them and grabbed Rachel, ripping open her silk blouse and staring at her chest. He was panting, he was erect already, oh god Rachel thought, I'm doomed.
Sal was pawing at her skirt, trying to unfasten it, he finally ripped it off her body in frustration. Rachel had chosen to wear something sexy to work today, just to cheer herself up. So now Sal was looking at her sexiest black lace bra/panty combo, with garter belt and stockings. His eyes crinkled with pleasure at seeing his new toy so nicely wrapped. "Against the desk, bitch, ass towards me, now."
His voice was low and compelling and Rachel felt herself moving of her own accord. She grabbed the edge of the desk in both hands and pushed her butt out to her tormentor. She was shaking with nerves, what if he hurt her? She closed her eyes and dropped her head in despair.
"Nah, that's no good." said Sal. "You look all gloomy and shit. How's that supposed to turn me on, huh? Think, you dumb bitch! Act sexy, c'mon!" He was ogling her from head to toe, he couldn't believe his luck in finding this hot piece all dolled up for him! He might actually buy a car this time!
Rachel swallowed nervously and began shifting her hips, rubbing her thighs together. She rubbed her swaying breasts against the surface of the desk, closing her eyes again and moaning, trying her best to fake some arousal, anything to keep this Neanderthal happy.
"Naw, that ain't no good." Sal stepped up to Rachel and grabbed her waist with one hand. The other dropped to her panty-clad crotch and started rubbing. "You bitches. Always trying the easy way out, trying to fake it, but I can tell. You don't smell hot yet, bitch. I'll know when you're ready to fuck."
Rachel's spirits plummeted. His grip on her waist was like iron, he outweighed her by a hundred pounds at least. His insistent rubbing through her panties was starting to have an effect though, she couldn't deny. Soon he would feel a spot of dampness under his fingers.
