TRUST US, WE'RE SALESMEN
Eddie Shapiro came out of the sales meeting with a grin on his face. Young, fast
thinking, fast talking, he headed up a sales team in home security devices that
was doing very well indeed. But some extra incentive for the team was always
useful and he thought he knew just how to provide it.
The three other guys coming out of the room lingered for a moment at the
reception desk, joking with Anne-Marie. The reason for her popularity had
something to do with the fact she was a good looking girl; it had a lot more to
do with her natural resources. Although tall and slender she was remarkably well
endowed with huge boobs that quivered at every move she made: there was
certainly no doubt about the quivers of male excitement they generated at every
swing and bounce. Ever since she'd arrived as a temporary receptionist the
gossip at the sales meetings had been all about Anne-Marie. Generally along two
themes: how active a sex life she led and whether or not she had more silicon in
her than an Intel storeroom.
Eddie waited until the other guys had finally gone before putting on his
well practiced smile as he stopped at the reception desk himself.
"I hear you're leaving us today, Anne-Marie, and after being here only two
She gave him a cheerful smile in return from a generous mouth in a well
tanned face. She wore her hair in a long pony tail style that made her
appearance a lot younger than her real age, which was perhaps a tad over thirty.
To Eddie she always looked as if she'd come off the set of an old Beach Boy's
movie, and the thought of peeling her out of a one-piece swimming costume was
one of the constant themes in his most intense fantasies about her.
"That's right. I'm sorry to be going but I'm leaving the city altogether."
"Yeah, I heard that as well". The story around the office was that she was
from some Mid-Western hicksville joint and going back home with a kid from a
recent divorce. He didn't know or care about that, it was only what happened
this afternoon that mattered.
"I guess the boss would have liked to say goodbye but he had to go to that
big meeting today."
"Sure, I understand."
He could hardly drag his eyes up from the crisp white shirt she was
wearing where the lacy top of her bra cups were visible through the thin
material. They strained against her row of shirt buttons like virgin Alpine
peaks ready to break out in a uncontrollable avalanche as soon as things warmed
Eddie restrained an urge to groan and instead reached into his shirt
pocket. He moved to the right and carefully spread a row of dollar bills on top
of the marble counter. Exactly as he'd expected, her eyes watched him with
surprise as he laid the money down. Everything he'd planned depended on keeping
her looking towards him.
"Listen, Anne-Marie, since this is your last day and all, and things are
pretty quiet around here just now, I was wondering if you'd like to do me a
favor. A big favor. . ." He grinned, "A couple of real big favors, to tell the
Anne-Marie well knew the effect she had on men, even ones like Eddie that
were years younger than her. In fact, especially on men younger than herself.
Ever since she'd been at the office she'd been expecting an offer like this. It
was a disappointing one though - she'd credited Eddie with more class than just
laying down a few dollars in front of her.
"No, no, don't get the wrong idea here, Anne-Marie. What I'm talking about
is helping me to motivate the guys in the team. I need something really special
to get them to work their butts off next week. OK, I know you won't be here but
you could leave something behind that would surely do the job."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's a simple deal and if you'll agree you can take this cash with you as
a separation bonus. What I'd like you to do is to go into the meeting room and
lock the door behind you. Down at the other end of the room is a video camera on
a stand that's hooked up to a TV monitor. Go in there and put the video recorder
under the monitor in record mode."
Anne-Marie was as puzzled as before: "And then what?"
"OK, I'll tell you the truth. There's been a lot of arguments among the
guys about whether or not you've got some padding tucked away in your bra cups
to make your figure look so sensational. Now, myself, I just can't believe that
anything that moves that well can be anything but the real thing. But two other
guys on the sales team say I've got to be wrong. Phil Trately is with me though
- remember when you squeezed past him in the corridor the other day? He swears
he could feel that you're a genuine Dolly Parton. So what I'm saying is that if
I could offer the guy with the best sales figures next week a tape of you
settling the argument for certain it would be a real incentive."
The receptionist tried to frown, then found she was smiling. This wasn't
the most unusual request she'd ever had, but it was close to it, and very
flattering. Were all these young studs really so fascinated by her figure?
"And how am I supposed to do that?" She was still smiling, though shaking
her head against the implied suggestion.
"That's easy to work out, isn't it? Just strip off your shirt and bra for
one minute and show the camera what's really there. That's all I'm asking you to
She tried to look shocked: "Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. I can't get the guys to talk about their sales problems
now. All they want to do is to keep asking each other if they've seen the way
you bounce around at every step. It's like a bunch of Alaskan trappers sitting
around swapping yarns about Big Foot. Well, I'm not interested in legends, I
want to see the real proof on a video tape so there's nothing more to argue
about. And when the guys know what I've got on the tape they'll be killing each
other to watch the action. So how about it?"
"You want me to go in there and take my clothes off in front of the
camera? Is that what you're asking me to do?" She looked at him with wide open
eyes, then down at her front as if just noticing all the weight she was carrying
She wasn't refusing, she was just asking for some more sales work from him
before finally agreeing. Every instinct was telling him he had a deal if he just
kept working at it.
"Only the top half of your clothes, Anne-Marie. Just so we can scan our
eyes over the broad acres and marvel at nature's bounty. Honestly, we'll all
watch it in a quiet and respectful way, I promise you. I certainly will."
She shook her head in amused reproof: "I just bet you will. And when will
"You can keep the tape until you finish work. But I can guarantee that two
minutes afterwards I'll be in that meeting room watching it. After all I deserve
a little sneak preview before I pay you, don't I?"
The woman felt now that she could see what was developing. All this talk
about the tape was just a ploy to break the ice, to make her more agreeable to
something else after work. Well, Anne-Marie had had a few thoughts about Eddie
Shapiro herself. He was tall and well built, a sharp dresser and a smart guy
obviously making a lot of money. And she wasn't all that excited about going
back to her parent's home anyway, especially dragging Junior along with her.
OK, so it was true that Eddie was younger than her, but maybe that could
be worked around. If he was trying to say she might play an important role in
his life, she ought to consider it. But she mustn't make herself look to cheap
or eager. On the other hand, give him a real good show and he'd be screaming for
a date. Turn him down flat and nothing would happen, and nothing was something
she'd already got plenty of right now.
"If I were to do it, the door would stay locked the whole time."
"No problem at all, no problem at all. You can lock it yourself and know
"How do I know that TV in there isn't connected up to another one around
here? I might be giving a show to everybody in the building."
"Why would I do anything for the rest of the building? And you know
there's only one TV set in these offices. Check the cable, you'll see there's
only the one that connects the camera to the recorder and the monitor -
everything's above board, Anne-Marie, I swear it."
"Eddie, I don't know about this. . ."
"We're the only ones here right now, the door will be locked and you'll be
picking up some useful cash. What's more you'll be helping me out in a big way.
Look, here's another forty bucks. Stand up right now and walk into that sales
room and I'll give you this forty as a down payment. Come on, Anne-Marie, for
She giggled, holding her hands up in front of her face as if too
embarrassed to let him see it. He rolled up the forty dollars, leaned forward
and carefully slipped it into the top of her shirt: "Please . . ."
She made it seem she was giving in to his pleadings, not to the money:
"OK, alright, just for you, just this once. But only as a favor to you."
Eddie couldn't believe it, couldn't believe he'd sold her so easily. He
fought to hide his triumph. "Great, great. Now go in there and slay them, kid.
Break a leg!"
Smiling ruefully, Anne-Marie came out from behind the reception desk.
Matching her shirt was a black short skirt slit at the back halfway up her
shapely thighs. Eddie led the way to the meeting room and held the door open for
"I appreciate this, Anne-Marie, I really do."
She stopped at the doorway: "But who's going to answer the phone and deal
with any visitors?"
"I will, of course. In you go. Oh, and there's a tube of body cream on the
table as well." He lifted up his hands and made circular motions with them in
front of his chest. "I thought maybe you'd like to rub some of it around a
little, just to have something to do. And to make the show a little more
Anne-Marie couldn't help being amused at his nerve: "I'll have to think
about that." With a last faint smile still on her lips she finally stepped
inside the meeting room and shut the door.
Listening carefully, Eddie heard the lock on the other side click shut.
Taking a deep breath he wiped his damp palms and headed back to the reception
desk, opened the main door and called down the corridor: "Guys!"
Rosco Mordian and Phil Trately shot out around the corner. "What's
happening?" Phil asked eagerly.
"I've got her inside, but I've no idea if Joey managed to sneak into the
meeting room while I was talking to her. I didn't dare look in that direction."
"We saw him go into the fire escape staircase ten minutes ago so he should
have had plenty of time to walk up and slip inside." Rosco said. Like Phil and
Eddie, he was a big guy, which was why he wasn't with Joey hiding under the
table in the meeting room. At least they all hoped that was where Joey Cruven
"OK, if he is in there he should be able to let us in. Lock the outer door
and take Anne-Marie's phone off the hook. We wouldn't want to be disturbed once
we've got her on her back."
The other two grunted in approval and quickly obeyed Eddie. As frustrated
as a pack of starving wolves they prowled around the entrance to the meeting
room, each one praying for good luck.
"Even if we catch her with her gear off, will we be able to get a feel of
her tits?" Phil asked.
"Never mind feeling them," Rosco answered curtly. "I want to fuck the
bitch until she gets whiplash of the udders." He made motions of scratching at
the closed door with outstretched fingers like a frustrated cat: "Come on, Joey,
you useless prick, come on."
"He'll have to wait," Eddie reminded them. "When she's stripped off he'll
let us in. Then leave the talking to me."
Hardly had he closed his mouth than there was a sudden feminine squeal of
surprise and outrage from inside the room. The door swung open and the salesmen
burst into the room like a police drug squad, with Eddie slamming the door shut
behind them and re-locking it. Only then did he turn around and examine the
The big polished conference table in the middle had two guys on one side
of it, Phil and Roscoe. Joey was on the other side, grinning at everybody in his
triumph of sneaking out from under the table and opening the door. Marie-Anne
had been facing the camera, about four or five steps back, with a chair in front
of her. Hanging on the back of the chair was a bra that seemed a lot smaller
without her inside it. The receptionist had snatched up her shirt and was
holding it between herself and the camera as she squinted back over her left
shoulder at the intruders.
Seeing her bared back with the bra line still patterned on the exposed
skin made Eddie's pulse run even more quickly. He instantly moved forward,
pushing past the other guys and grinning at the woman. It was absolutely vital
that he should break her resistance before she rallied from the shock of the
"Sorry about this, Anne-Marie, but I suddenly decided that it was this
week that all the guys really needed motivating."
"You bastards!" she snapped, obviously as mad as hell.
"I was watching her from under the table," Joey gabbled. "I mean, I was
watching the TV. She's huge, you guys, and she was greasing her nipples up and
grinning at the camera like a total slut. Man, you gotta see what she has on
"Oh, we will," Eddie said happily. "Believe me, honey, whatever you were
doing for yourself, we can do it better."
The sales guys were all grinning, getting closer every second as
Anne-Marie stared them, humiliated and furious, with her mind spinning around in
circles. What could she do? There was only one door and no way of reaching it,
so she was trapped between a twelve story window and four horny young men with
nothing to fend them off but an unbuttoned shirt. Swell!
"Come on, guys, you could get into trouble for this," she pleaded. "Real
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