Learning a Lesson in Sales

I was at home, trying to get a little writing done when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was my friend Bob, who owned a car dealership. Sometimes he called to ask if I wanted to go out for a drink, and sometimes he called to try to drum up a little business. I picked up the phone. “Hello, Bob,” I said. “Hey, Dave, I was thinking –“ “That you’d like me to buy a car?” I replied. “Well, a little more than that,” Bob said. “Amy’s been working in sales for me for a month now and hasn’t sold a single car. She seems to know her stuff, but just can’t seem to close a sale. Furthermore, she seems to have taken the attitude that if she looks sexy and simply shows a customer a car, she’ll make the sale. Problem is, she hasn’t, and now she’s starting to show up to work looking pretty trashy, and not trying to improve her sales skills.” “How trashy is she dressing?” I asked. “Come in, you’ll see.” “So what, you want me to come in, make her work for a sale, and maybe she’ll make more of an effort to sell and start dressing more appropriately? What do I get out of this?” “Well, you get a new car, and we can talk price.” Fact was, I was thinking of buying a new truck, so I told Bob I’d come down the next day, but I made no promises. I arrived the next morning at Bob’s dealership. Bob greeted me and took me into his office before taking me to Amy and looking at cars. He quickly explained to me that he’d had a little talk with her about the opportunity she was going to get. He’d hoped he made his point that she needed to work to sell to me. We wrapped up the conversation and he took me over to Amy’s desk. Bob wasn’t k**ding about the way she was dressing. She walked up wearing a yellow spaghetti strap tank top with a black bra underneath, a black miniskirt that was far too short, pantyhose, and five-inch black strappy sandals. She would have looked smoking hot at the bar, but in a car dealership it was a bit extreme. After saying hello, Bob left us to look at cars. Amy took a seat on her desk instead of behind it. “So what are you looking for?” Amy asked. “I’d like to look at a truck. My old truck is in pretty sad shape, and I sure don’t think it’ll tow my boat anymore. I won’t use it very often, so I’m thinking used, not new.” “Why not buy new and avoid taking chances on unforeseen maintenance problems later?” She hiked her skirt up a little and crossed her legs. I’ll admit she looked pretty good, but I wasn’t the type to surrender my wallet to a little leg show. “Honestly, as infrequently as I tow that boat, I don’t see a need for a new truck. Let’s see what you have in a newer used truck.” “Ok, let’s go look on the lot.” Her voice sounded a little deflated, but she hadn’t given up. We walked out to the lot. It was hard not to check her out as we walked along. We searched the lot for a while. We finally found a truck that looked like it might fit the bill. I said I’d like a test drive, so Amy excused herself to go get the keys. As she departed, she made quite a show of wiggling her ass at me. While she was gone, Bob came up. “How’s she doing?” he asked. “Bob, so far, I’d say she’s doing ok. She tried to get me to consider new instead of used, which at least is thinking big. She has, however, tried to show me a bit of leg and wiggle her butt to distract me.” “Yeah, you see, that’s what she’s been doing. Have you encouraged any of it?” “I’ve tried not to let her think the sex is doing the selling, Bob. She is a bit distracting, though. I’m not going to let her get an easy sale. On another note, do you mind if I go out to my summer house to try towing my boat with this truck?” “Oh wow, you ARE going to make her work for it.” “You betcha.” “Ok, sure, just don’t keep her all day, ok? With that, Bob walked off. Amy clicked up. “Ready to go?” she asked, handing me the keys. “Yeah, let’s go. Bob said it was ok to go out to the lake and try towing my boat with this truck, so we might be gone a little longer than a usual test-drive.” “Ok, no problem. I have time.” I appreciated that she didn’t seem to be in a rush. We climbed into the truck. When she sat down, her skirt barely covered her thighs at all. There was enough room in the cab for her to cross her legs, and she did so. I started the truck and we drove off. She barely said a word as we drove. She did cross and recross her legs a number of times, but she didn’t try to get any feel for where I was with buying the truck. Eventually, I decided to try to jumpstart her approach. “So what can you tell me about this truck?” I asked. With that, Amy started telling me the specs of the truck, but she still didn’t try to sell it to me. I was a little disappointed, but I didn’t give up. Besides, I hadn’t even hooked up the trailer to the hitch. Once we arrived at the lake, I parked the truck and offered Amy a glass of iced tea before we hooked up the trailer. She agreed a drink would be nice. While I fixed the iced tea, she excused herself to use the bathroom. This was going to be easier than I thought. Fortunately, I was prepared. I had a connection for obtaining chloroform, and since she was in the bathroom, I could get out the chloroform and a rag and be ready. I stood outside the bathroom door and waited. She came out and I grabbed her from behind, pressing the rag over her mouth and nose. She went limp fairly quickly. I dragged her into the bathroom again. I’d converted the bathroom into a makeshift bondage arena: there was a pulley and rope in the ceiling, covered by the drop ceiling; two tiles in the floor could be removed to expose holes in the floor that accepted two eye bolts. I needed to get the room ready before she started stirring. I took the ceiling tile out and got the rope ready. I lifted the tiles and screwed the eye bolts into the floor. I then took a pair of handcuffs and put them on her, her hands now behind her. I placed some soft shackles on her ankles. She looked pretty good at it was; she looked even better when I placed a huge ring gag in her mouth and cinched it tight. She was ready. She started stirring a few minutes later. Then she realized she was bound and started struggling and trying to scream. I tried to calm her down. “Amy, don’t struggle. You’ll only hurt yourself. You’re bound and gagged for a reason.” She glared at me. “You’re safe. I’d suggest you relax. Now, I’m going to help you up. Don’t do something rash that will require stricter, more painful bondage.” I helped her up; she didn’t struggle. I was pleased with her for that. I took the rope hanging from the pulley, tied it tightly to the handcuffs, and tightened the rope, forcing her to bend at the waist to allow her to raise her wrists. I tied off the rope and moved on to the ankles. I tied a rope from each eye bolt to the ankle restraints. She looked pretty fantastic now. “Amy, you tried to sell me a truck almost completely by using sex. Bob tells me that you’ve been trying to do that to all your customers. True?” She nodded yes. “Have you ever considered that you might actually have to be willing to have sex with a customer to close a sale, then?” Again, she nodded yes. “And did you think it might actually happen?” She hesitated, gave me a plaintive look, and shook her head no. “Well, I’m going to show you how your sales technique can backfire.” I walked around behind her, fondling her, cupping her breasts, grabbing her ass. She squirmed but didn’t really fight me. I lowered her arms and allowed her to stand upright. I opened a drawer and took out a sharp pair of scissors. “Amy, hold still, I’m not going to cut you, just your clothes.” She tried to scream. “There’s nobody around this lake in the middle of a weekday. You’re just going to make yourself hoarse. Now, honestly, wearing a yellow spaghetti strap tank top with a black bra underneath is kind of trashy,” I said as I cut the straps to both tank and bra in front. I peeled the tank and bra down, exposing her breasts. They were firm, C cup size. I pinched her nipple. Nice. Then I stepped behind her, and cut the tank and bra up the back, then tossed them away. I was starting to get pretty hard. I put my hands on the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. She was wearing pantyhose with no panties. “Amy, your skirt is much too short for work. And no panties with the hose is kind of trashy, too, don’t you think?” I picked up the scissors again. “The skirt has to go, too.” I cut the skirt free, and tossed it with the tank and bra. “Now, I will say this: I totally LOVE your fuck heels. Hotter than hell. Also a little trashy for work, but again, hotter than hell.” I walked around her a few times, looking at this slut, clad only in a pair of pantyhose and a slutty pair of fuck heels. I slapped her ass. It sounded good. I grabbed her hair and pulled a little. She grunted as best as she could through the gag. I ran my hands up her legs and then felt her pussy. It was warm and moist. She was actually ENJOYING this! Well, that meant it was time. “Amy, it’s time to pay the piper.” I used the scissors to make a small cut in the crotch of her pantyhose. From the drawer I got a vibrator, turned it on, the slid it into the hole in her pantyhose, and placed the tip on her clit. I then sat down on the toilet and watched. She tried to resist as long as she could, but she started to quiver. She breathed heavily, and then her orgasm pounded through her. I let the vibe do its work for three more orgasms. She could barely stand when I finally took the vibe out of her hose. “So, Amy, you liked that. Let’s see what else you like.” I slid the vibe back in the hole and slid it into her pussy to wet it. I pulled it out, then widened the hole a bit before I stuck the vibe in her ass. She fought at first, but then realized I was getting that vibe in her ass regardless. After a short time, I could tell she was going to have another orgasm. I was having a good time watching her trying not to enjoy her f***ed orgasms. She was losing that battle. Mercifully, after that orgasm I pulled out the vibe, turned it off, and returned it to the drawer. Then I came to her face: it was my turn. I took off my pants and boxers, and showed her my erect cock. “Amy, it’s time for me to get mine. Remember, you started this by trying to sell with sex,” I said as I slid my cock into her mouth through the ring gag. She grunted slightly, but accepted my cock. Her tongue came up to meet my shaft and started massaging. It felt good – almost too good. I thought of just letting myself cum and filling up her mouth, but I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and walked around behind her. I put my fingers into the hole in her pantyhose and ripped the hole wide open – her pussy and ass were almost completely exposed, but her legs were still encased in nylon. Holy shit, I loved how she looked right then. It was time to take that pussy. I slide my cock into her pussy, slowly at first. She gasped. I went back and forth, slowly, with short strokes, for a few seconds. Suddenly, I plunged myself deep inside her. She moaned loudly and pushed back into me. I grabbed her thighs, slamming her body onto my cock. Her breath came in ragged gasps as I fucked her as hard as I could. It didn’t take long for me to get close again, so I slowed my pace and took some deep breaths. After the danger was over, I started fucking faster again, and grabbed her hair, and pulled he head back. I leaned over by her ear. “You like this, slut? You like being bound and fucked because you thought being sexy would sell a car?” She said “yes” as best she could with the gag in place. “Ok, then, slut, it’s time!” I grabbed the strap to the gag and unfastened it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and walked around to her face and shoved my cock in her mouth. She closed her mouth around my shaft and went to work. I fucked her face as hard as I fucked her pussy. Then I was ready to cum. I shoved my cock deep into her mouth a few more times, nearly gagging her. When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and came all over her face, covering her in cum from forehead to chin. I wasn’t done, though. “Amy, the last thing for you to do is to clean my cock,” I said as I stuck it back in her mouth, “and I expect it to be perfectly cleaned.” She worked her tongue and mouth, getting all the cum and pussy juice off. After she was done, I freed her. She collapsed from exhaustion. After she recovered a few minutes later, I had her take a shower to clean up. I then gave her a robe. “Amy, I’m going to take you home so you can get some fresh clothes.” She took a while to answer. “But I can’t go back to work,” she said, with a touch of defeat in her voice. “Everyone will see I’ve changed and then people will start talking.” “Hey, we were backing up the truck to hook up the trailer, you were outside, giving me directions, walking backwards as I backed up. Your heel came down funny on a piece of gravel, and you fell, landing in a mud puddle. You had to go home to change. No problem.” And with that I took her out to the truck and drove her home. I went inside with her. As she walked to the closet, I decided to make a suggestion. “Amy, you’re a sexy woman. I think, however, you should try dressing more professionally than trashy from now on.” She looked down. “Yes, that probably would be the best thing to do.” “I’m going to suggest that you put on a suit. Something a little more conservative. If you want to keep something from the over-the-top outfits, I think you could get away with the heels.” Again, she looked down. “Ok, I’ll do that.” She walked into the closet. She came out a few minutes later in a black suit with a red tee, hose, and the same fuck heels she’d been wearing that morning. She looked fantastic, sexy, and professional all at the same time. “Nice, Amy. Now,I just want to check one thing,” I said as I walked up and grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. Underneath I saw not pantyhose, but stockings and garters and a thong. She had a sexy little secret under her skirt. I thought that was pretty cool. “Amy, just make sure you don’t go showing those garters unless you’re sure of what you’re doing, ok?” She nodded. “Ok, let’s take you back to work.” We went back out to the truck and headed back to the dealership. Bob saw us return. When he noticed Amy had changed, he asked what happened. Amy told him the story I told her to use, and Bob seemed convinced. The rest of the staff would believe the story if Bob did, so everything was in order. Bob then asked what I thought of the truck. “Bob, I’ll take the truck. It’ll be just fine for what I need.” “Excellent. Amy, go get started on the paperwork. I wanna have a little talk with Dave and then he can come sign and get the keys.” She walked off to start wrapping up the sale. We went into Bob’s office. “So, Dave, do you think this sale is going to get her on track?” “I suspect so, Bob. I think she understands she needs to sell rather than to be trashy.” “Good to hear it. I’ll knock a grand off the price of the truck. It’s a bit overpriced anyway.” “Fifteen hundred.” “Twelve hundred.” “Ok, Bob, fair enough.” I got up to go join Amy. I stopped at the door of Bob’s office. “And Bob, thanks for not firing my wife before I had a chance to fix things.”