The Saleswoman’s Deal M/F
Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2022 12:52 am
As Karly stepped out of her car the voice of her sales lead ran through her head. “If you can’t sell these items today you can kiss this job goodbye. You will be fired.”
Karly hated this job and the pressures that came with it. She was not a natural seller. She didn’t like to see people paying more than they can afford. However she really needed to keep this job to keep the rent of her modest one bed apartment paid and the car she had driven here in full of fuel.
The secluded house she had stopped at was her last chance saloon. She simply had to sell something to them from her pile and it had to be big. She was desperate and could feel her time in this job was up.
The busty 35 year old woman was very attractive. She had blonde hair which ran to her upper back and deep hazel eyes. She had a naturally curvaceous figure which gave her curves in the right places although she was slim and toned on her stomach.
She headed to the trunk of her estate car and picked up her bags of display items. Glancing at herself in the reflection on her back seat window she gave herself an unnatural smile. She was nervous, fearing failure once again and a job hunt in the morning. Her outfit consisted of a long sleeved red blouse and a short black skirt. Some tan pantyhose complimented her legs and a pair of black high heels completed her outfit.
‘Deep breaths. This will be fine. Your luck will turn. You look great. Now at all costs woman sell something.’ She thought to herself in a short pep talk.
Her heels were soon clicking on the pavement in the direction of the front door. Her nervousness hidden behind a falsely confident smile. It was all an act, much of it learned through training.
Three knocks using the knocker followed in quick succession. Three seemed the right number although it is one of those unanswered questions of life. How many knocks or presses of a doorbell is the right answer? Nobody knows truthfully.
There was a long pause. Somebody had to be home? There was a car parked on the driveway. Her heart began to race.
Karly was caught a little off guard when the door was opened by a man in his mid twenties. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a white t-shirt and black joggers with white socks.
Karly did her best to not show her disappointed expression. He would not be her target audience. She had to try though, maybe he might surprise her?
“Hi there. I’m a travelling saleswoman and was hoping if you and your family could spare a few moments for me to show you our range. May i ask, do you have a wife? Girlfriend? Friend? Staying here, its just this might be more for them or perha provide you some ideas for presents?”
The man studied her business card. “Oh, sorry. I’m not really interested in purchasing anything. I don't have a wife or girlfriend at present. I’m not sure I can be of much help to you?”
Karly began to panic. This was her one chance to save her job. “Are you sure? What if you were to take a look? You might find some inspiration and value from our range? The clothes dont eat or drink anything. You could keep them for the holidays or whenever a birthday comes up?”
“No, really. Thank you but I don’t see much point.” The man said a little uncomfortable.
“But..bu...” Karly began to grow upset. Tears flooded her eyes.
“Woah. Woah. There’s no need to cry. I’m sorry, I just...” the man spoke sympathetically.
“No...no I’m sorry. Its just I need to make some sales. My job is basically going to fire me. I should have sold more than i have. I’ve come here as the last house on my list and it’s only a man at home. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” Karly whimpered. Her self respect and confidence evaporated. She was beyond desperate. “Please...is there anything I can do? I’ll do anything at this point. I hate this job. Please.” Karly was now on the point of begging. It was lucky nobody was around.
The man thought to himself. An idea springing to mind. Was it worth suggesting? She was desperate but was it taking advantage? Maybe suggested it might work.
“Anything you say? Look the last thing I wanted was to make you upset. Perhaps we can come to some arrangement? Would you like to come on in?” The man smiled.
“Yes anything. Thank you.” Karly spluttered calming down slightly. She was appreciative of his help although she had no idea what may be in store and his reasons for helping her.
...
Karly and the man had been speaking for 20 minutes over a drink. She was feeling much more at ease now. The man had simply listened to her vent about her worries and her scenario. She had seemingly completely forgotten she was supposed to be selling him something.
The man had learned about her struggles to pay the rent on her apartment, how close to losing her job she might be, her horrible boss and how much she hated selling people things. All the way throughout the man noodded, smiled, encouraged and most importantly listened to her.
It was a good 20 minutes before Karly became self aware just how much she was talking.
“Sorry...you probably didn’t need to hear all this. Its not your problem.”
“No...no..its ok.” The man smiled. “It sounds like you are under a lot of pressure right now. Your work situation does not sound ideal.”
“Thank you.” Karly smiled.
“May i say something? I think you are an attractive woman that is wasted in this job.”
Karly paused and blushed. “Oh...um...thank you.” She spluttered. It was the first time in a while she had been told this.
“So what are you selling?”
Karly trying to get back to business reaches into her bag and pulls out several different packets of pantyhose. There is also a few dresses, cheap jewellery and scarves. “Its all a good quality. I’m sorry i doubt any if this would appeal to you.”
The man scanned his eyes over the items.
“Do you like anything in particular?”
Not sure where this was leading, Karly paused a moment before answering. “Well if i were to recommend something. The necklace is really nice. This one. Its actually 4 carat gold. The emerald is fake but i think it looks nice.” She handed him the necklace carefully.
“How much for all your stock with you today?” The bizarre request for an answer caused Karly to ask him to repeat the question. There was no way she heard that right. Except she did and he meant it.
She found her inventory sheet quickly and used the calculator on her phone to add the subtitles. “Nearly £1000. I...sir...you don’t have to do this.”
“Karly, there is a reason I would like to purchase these items. I would like to make a deal with you. My request might sound a little unusual but you are under no pressure from me to accept. However before that, whatever you decide...this is for you.” The man stood up from the chair and walked behind Karly. The necklace she liked was soon being fastened around her neck. Karly blushed.
“Thank you sir. May i ask what you had in mind?” Karly was nervous. There had to be a catch. Sure enough there would be.
“Well I have an interest in women being tied up, to get straight to the point. I would like to tie you up using the pantyhose and have you as my submissive. In return I will buy all your stock here today. Impress me and I have a way out of this job you hate so much lined up waiting for you. I can make many of your problems go away. Equally if you are not interested, that is no problem and I can let you on your way.
The offer was firmly on the table. Karly didn’t know what to do. She was taken by complete surprise. However there was something about this man that made her trust him instinctively. She had already spilled her inner most feelings onto him. Selling all the stock would raise her a lot of money. The offer of a way out of this job also intrigued her. It seemed risky yet exciting, concerning yet fun.
Very soon Karly had her answer.
Karly hated this job and the pressures that came with it. She was not a natural seller. She didn’t like to see people paying more than they can afford. However she really needed to keep this job to keep the rent of her modest one bed apartment paid and the car she had driven here in full of fuel.
The secluded house she had stopped at was her last chance saloon. She simply had to sell something to them from her pile and it had to be big. She was desperate and could feel her time in this job was up.
The busty 35 year old woman was very attractive. She had blonde hair which ran to her upper back and deep hazel eyes. She had a naturally curvaceous figure which gave her curves in the right places although she was slim and toned on her stomach.
She headed to the trunk of her estate car and picked up her bags of display items. Glancing at herself in the reflection on her back seat window she gave herself an unnatural smile. She was nervous, fearing failure once again and a job hunt in the morning. Her outfit consisted of a long sleeved red blouse and a short black skirt. Some tan pantyhose complimented her legs and a pair of black high heels completed her outfit.
‘Deep breaths. This will be fine. Your luck will turn. You look great. Now at all costs woman sell something.’ She thought to herself in a short pep talk.
Her heels were soon clicking on the pavement in the direction of the front door. Her nervousness hidden behind a falsely confident smile. It was all an act, much of it learned through training.
Three knocks using the knocker followed in quick succession. Three seemed the right number although it is one of those unanswered questions of life. How many knocks or presses of a doorbell is the right answer? Nobody knows truthfully.
There was a long pause. Somebody had to be home? There was a car parked on the driveway. Her heart began to race.
Karly was caught a little off guard when the door was opened by a man in his mid twenties. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a white t-shirt and black joggers with white socks.
Karly did her best to not show her disappointed expression. He would not be her target audience. She had to try though, maybe he might surprise her?
“Hi there. I’m a travelling saleswoman and was hoping if you and your family could spare a few moments for me to show you our range. May i ask, do you have a wife? Girlfriend? Friend? Staying here, its just this might be more for them or perha provide you some ideas for presents?”
The man studied her business card. “Oh, sorry. I’m not really interested in purchasing anything. I don't have a wife or girlfriend at present. I’m not sure I can be of much help to you?”
Karly began to panic. This was her one chance to save her job. “Are you sure? What if you were to take a look? You might find some inspiration and value from our range? The clothes dont eat or drink anything. You could keep them for the holidays or whenever a birthday comes up?”
“No, really. Thank you but I don’t see much point.” The man said a little uncomfortable.
“But..bu...” Karly began to grow upset. Tears flooded her eyes.
“Woah. Woah. There’s no need to cry. I’m sorry, I just...” the man spoke sympathetically.
“No...no I’m sorry. Its just I need to make some sales. My job is basically going to fire me. I should have sold more than i have. I’ve come here as the last house on my list and it’s only a man at home. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” Karly whimpered. Her self respect and confidence evaporated. She was beyond desperate. “Please...is there anything I can do? I’ll do anything at this point. I hate this job. Please.” Karly was now on the point of begging. It was lucky nobody was around.
The man thought to himself. An idea springing to mind. Was it worth suggesting? She was desperate but was it taking advantage? Maybe suggested it might work.
“Anything you say? Look the last thing I wanted was to make you upset. Perhaps we can come to some arrangement? Would you like to come on in?” The man smiled.
“Yes anything. Thank you.” Karly spluttered calming down slightly. She was appreciative of his help although she had no idea what may be in store and his reasons for helping her.
...
Karly and the man had been speaking for 20 minutes over a drink. She was feeling much more at ease now. The man had simply listened to her vent about her worries and her scenario. She had seemingly completely forgotten she was supposed to be selling him something.
The man had learned about her struggles to pay the rent on her apartment, how close to losing her job she might be, her horrible boss and how much she hated selling people things. All the way throughout the man noodded, smiled, encouraged and most importantly listened to her.
It was a good 20 minutes before Karly became self aware just how much she was talking.
“Sorry...you probably didn’t need to hear all this. Its not your problem.”
“No...no..its ok.” The man smiled. “It sounds like you are under a lot of pressure right now. Your work situation does not sound ideal.”
“Thank you.” Karly smiled.
“May i say something? I think you are an attractive woman that is wasted in this job.”
Karly paused and blushed. “Oh...um...thank you.” She spluttered. It was the first time in a while she had been told this.
“So what are you selling?”
Karly trying to get back to business reaches into her bag and pulls out several different packets of pantyhose. There is also a few dresses, cheap jewellery and scarves. “Its all a good quality. I’m sorry i doubt any if this would appeal to you.”
The man scanned his eyes over the items.
“Do you like anything in particular?”
Not sure where this was leading, Karly paused a moment before answering. “Well if i were to recommend something. The necklace is really nice. This one. Its actually 4 carat gold. The emerald is fake but i think it looks nice.” She handed him the necklace carefully.
“How much for all your stock with you today?” The bizarre request for an answer caused Karly to ask him to repeat the question. There was no way she heard that right. Except she did and he meant it.
She found her inventory sheet quickly and used the calculator on her phone to add the subtitles. “Nearly £1000. I...sir...you don’t have to do this.”
“Karly, there is a reason I would like to purchase these items. I would like to make a deal with you. My request might sound a little unusual but you are under no pressure from me to accept. However before that, whatever you decide...this is for you.” The man stood up from the chair and walked behind Karly. The necklace she liked was soon being fastened around her neck. Karly blushed.
“Thank you sir. May i ask what you had in mind?” Karly was nervous. There had to be a catch. Sure enough there would be.
“Well I have an interest in women being tied up, to get straight to the point. I would like to tie you up using the pantyhose and have you as my submissive. In return I will buy all your stock here today. Impress me and I have a way out of this job you hate so much lined up waiting for you. I can make many of your problems go away. Equally if you are not interested, that is no problem and I can let you on your way.
The offer was firmly on the table. Karly didn’t know what to do. She was taken by complete surprise. However there was something about this man that made her trust him instinctively. She had already spilled her inner most feelings onto him. Selling all the stock would raise her a lot of money. The offer of a way out of this job also intrigued her. It seemed risky yet exciting, concerning yet fun.
Very soon Karly had her answer.