Sales Team

Finally I knelt between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders so that she was completely open for me to see and use. She was soaking wet and I could see more moisture seeping out of her vagina. I guided myself into her and pushed as I smoothly slid through her wet warmth until I was entirely in her.

I reached for her breasts and teased her nipples as I slowly pulled and pushed back into her warmth. Her eyes were closed and she was swinging her head back and forth with excitement. I knew that I couldn't last long, but I also knew that Holly was very close.

Our rhythm increased and I whispered; "Now Holly...you can feel me and I'm going to come. Come with me."

With a guttural, animal sound she lost control of her body as waves of sexual release caused her to convulse and arch her back into me; her body wanted all of me and frantically tried to get it. Her vagina muscles started to squeeze me and she screamed.

Her scream of lust made me come. I felt my liquid spurt into her warmth; filling her time after time. I had never come so hard before, or for so long. I kept pounding into her until I felt her come again. I didn't want to pull out even after I was done. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her into my now not-so-hard cock. There had never been a time that I had so lost control of my body and let the sexual animal in me want everything—no woman in my past had made me come close to this feeling. It was awesome; it scared me.

We rested. Her head was on my chest and I could feel the gentle motion of her shoulders as she softly cried. She finally looked at me and smiled through her tears, "I never thought I could go back to the pleasure of sex again; I thought I had lost it forever, and now you brought me to a sexual peak that I've never felt before. I owe you everything."

I kissed her forehead and soon she started to quietly snore. Hours later she woke me and we made love again. This time it was a quiet, deep orgasm that, although quite different, brought just as much pleasure.

I woke at sunrise, but not because of the sun—she had taken me into her mouth as she cupped my balls. I came and she swallowed.

We took a shower together and dried each other. She said, "I'll get my robe out of my bedroom and make you breakfast."

I smiled at her and said, "No."

She looked confused until I said, "You can get your robe out of the office. This is your bedroom."

She stared at me and her eyes became teary. Two hours later we left the bedroom and made breakfast. We never left the apartment that Sunday, and barely left the bed—we couldn't get enough of each other.

I will never forget the next three months of my life; it was a rollercoaster of selling, sex, and relationship growth.

I only sold now and she handled all installation and support. I had forgotten how much I loved to sell—to make that initial approach and convince my customer that what I had was a good product that worked for others and could work for him.

Holly loved her job and the customers loved Holly. A couple of times when Holly was overwhelmed I called the customer and suggested that I would come over. Inevitably they would say, "We'll wait for Holly."

I sat in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and Holly walked in. She grinned and said, "Hi."

"Hi yourself," I answered, "but no more working on weekends. That's our time."

"But it really was important. They needed..."

"Who's the boss?" I teased gently.

She grinned, stood at attention with her breasts thrust out and gave me a mock salute. Minutes later we were fucking.

Our sex life was beyond description. After her initial hesitation Holly never looked back. She would try anything and everything with me. She was a talker and a screamer—I always knew what gave her pleasure—and kinky in her own little way.

One day we were lying in our sweat after an intense session and she shyly asked, "Do you ever want to do it in my ass?"

I admitted, "Of course I've thought about it, but I've never done it before. Have you?"

She shook her head no and nothing more was said until the following Saturday. I walked into the apartment with some groceries and she greeted me with in shorts and a T-shirt. "How about a nooner," she teased.

"Why not."

She impishly grinned, "Meet you in the bedroom in five minutes."

Five minutes later I walked into the bedroom. She was naked and kneeling on the bed with her face to the sheet so her ass was in the air. She had drawn red concentric circles around her ass like a target. It was obvious what the center of the target was even if there wasn't a tube of lubricant laying on the bed. It was an interesting first attempt for both of us. Not without a little effort we both came.

We cleaned up afterward in the shower together and then headed for the bedroom for more sex. She was walking ahead of me and I started laughing. She asked, "What's so funny?"

I answered, "What did you use to draw the target on your butt?"

She replied, "The red ink pen in the office."

I started laughing harder. "You mean the indelible red ink pen in the office that will not come off."

She looked horrified and then started laughing hysterically. "Just please fuck me good for my attempt to be creative."

I did.

Holly's personality always kept me off balance. Most people have a business face and a personal face. Holly's was more than that. One day I bought three yellow roses from a peddler at a stoplight. When Holly came home the roses were in a small crystal vase on the kitchen table.

She stared at the flowers for a moment and then started crying. I hugged her until she stopped sobbing.

"You must think I'm crazy," she blurted afterward. "Maybe I should see a shrink."

"Maybe," I said, "but first describe yourself to me."

"Now?"

"Why not?"

"Well," she began. "Whenever you do something nice for me like the flowers I keep thinking about how much I owe you and that without you, I would be nothing. You don't know how desperate and depressed I was when we met. Except for my mom, nobody did anything for me, so I get emotional when you're nice."

"But you're not emotional in business. You're almost bossy." I countered.

"That's different, she replied. "I know I'm good at teaching people and I really like to work with them. It's almost like I'm the boss, so I act that way."

"And sex," I teased.

She blushed and said, "That's another different. With you I feel I can do anything. I know I'm a little kinky, but you go along with it and pleasure me. Having sex takes me out of the real world and into my own little fantasy land. When I feel you in me or when you tease me so that I'm begging you to let me come I surrender control of my body to you. And then when I come I can't describe how wonderful that is to me. I'm absolutely addicted to sex. Sometimes I feel guilty later that I was selfish and didn't make you come enough.

I smiled at her, "You don't need a shrink. What you just told me, the shrink would tell you. Don't change."

She hugged me and we cuddled for a while and then she reached for my belt buckle. She grinned impishly at me and said, "You told me not to change."

It was a month later on a late Thursday morning when my cell phone rang; it was my administrative boss. He told me that the regional sales manager had come into town and wanted to meet me at the office. We agreed that I would be there at thee o'clock.

I wasn't worried. Our sales—I considered Holly a partner on everything we did—were going through the roof and we were putting in a lot of hours. A month previous Holly had written up ten suggestions to change our software to meet customer requests. She told me that she asked each customer to give her a wish list of things they would like our program to do. When a pattern became established, she wrote it down for me to forward to our Development Division.

I walked into the office a few minutes before three and was told they were waiting for me in the conference room. In the conference room there were two men. Joe Woodward was the regional sales manager; I knew his name and had read his memos, but had never met him. We shook hands and he introduced me to Richard Belton. Richard was older and grinned warmly when he shook my hand. Joe said, "Richard is Vice-President of marketing for the company Phil. We both wanted to talk to you."

I was a little shook. I was ready to talk to Joe, but Richard was a real heavy weight in the company.

Joe started, "Phil, your sales have sky rocketed and we want to pick your brain on what you are doing that most of our other sales people aren't doing. We also wanted to thank you for the software error you spotted. You would think that a product that is three years old would be bug free, but you nailed it. Congratulations."

"Well actually," I replied, "Holly spotted that. She bet me it was a bug and she was right."

"Holly is an employee of ours?" asked Joe.

"Well not exactly," I hedged. "I was showing her the program and gave her some test problems to work on and she spotted it."

"Then she's a customer?" said Joe.

"No, she's a friend of mine that I was showing the program to," I answered.

"Oh," said Joe still obviously confused.

"In any case," he continued, "Development really liked those ten suggestions you sent us last month. They think it will help our product a lot."

I paused for a second and then thought, "What the hell...why not?"

I said, "Well actually, those were Holly's ideas that I sent you."

"Holly again," said Joe really confused now.

Richard interrupted and asked, "And if we got into why your sales took off, would we hear this name "Holly" again?"

"Yes you would," I answered.

Where is Holly now?" asked Joe.

"She's with one of my new customers. They were having some problems and Holly went over there to help them out. You see..."

Richard interrupted me and asked, "Is there any reason you can't call Holly now and have her meet us for dinner?"

"No, I think she'll be free," I answered.

I called Holly's cell phone and she answered on the second ring. "Hi Holly, how's it going?

She started talking and I interrupted, "Holly, would you join me for a business dinner tonight with my boss?"

She was quiet for a second and then asked, "Big boss? Should I try to impress him?"

I answered enthusiastically, "That would be great! How about we meet you at the Plaza Steak Room at..."

"Six-thirty," said Richard.

"...at six-thirty."

Holly said, "Good. That gives me time to go to the apartment and clean up and put some good stuff on. Are we in trouble?"

"No." I said, not knowing if that was true or not. See you at six-thirty."

I hung up the phone and looked at them. Richard, clearly taking over the meeting, said, "Phil we have a couple of hours so there is no rush. I want to know why you are selling more than anyone else in the company, and I want to know exactly where this Holly fits into it."

So leaving out my original meeting with Holly and our relationship, I explained how over the months Holly and I become a selling team. Both of them had a lot of questions such as how many call backs per customer I or Holly made and how many hours we both put in a week.

At one point Richard asked, "Do you pay Holly a salary?"

"Well I pay for her monthly car rental, cell phone, clothes, expenses and stuff like that," I answered.

"How about cash?" pushed Richard.

"Sure, she always has plenty of cash," I hedged.

"Look, it's a little difficult to explain. Holly had some personal and financial problems a while back and I helped get her back on her feet. She won't take real money from me until she feels she's paid me back."

Richard dropped the subject and we went back to other areas. At six-thirty we were at the restaurant in a quiet corner. Holly walked in five minutes later and spotted us.

She was professionally dressed, but dressed to kill. She was wearing her best business outfit that accentuated her figure and complexion. Her smile lit up the room as if this dinner was the greatest event in her life. Joe actually stuttered when he shook her hand—probably because he was peeking at her breasts. Richard greeted her warmly.

Holly ordered a drink and then Richard said, "Phil has spent the last two hours telling us what a great job you have done for him and the company. He said you spotted the software bug, and it was your ten ideas that he sent to us a month ago."

"Phil probably exaggerated. After all, he taught me everything I know about the software and the company," Holly answered.

"I don't think so Holly," said Richard. "Did you really go through our five hundred page manual in twenty-four hours?"

"Yes," she admitted.

Richard changed subjects. "Holly, we just sent out a new release of the product with your ten suggestions and twelve more. Did you read about the twelve and do you think our customers will like them?"

Holly looked at me and I nodded encouragement. She said, "Two might be used, but the other ten are junk."

Joe was sipping his drink and started coughing.

I quickly joked, "Holly, tell us what you really think. Don't hold back because the big guns are here."

She blushed, but Richard said, "Phil, I want to know what Holly thinks. It's kind of refreshing in a perverse way to hear someone tell me that three months of development work has been wasted."

"Look," Holly said. "I'm not guessing. I went to eight of our best customers and showed them the twelve changes and asked them. They are the ones who told me they were junk and that they would never use them. That is, except for the two changes, and then only three customers said they might help them a little.

"The company is doing things backward. They are guessing what the customer wants and then they go to the customer and tell them this is what they want. If you went into the field with me for three days we could visit twenty or more customers and they would tell you what they really want.

"That's what Phil and I do."

Richard quit talking and the table was silent as we sipped our drinks. Holly gave me a quick, worried look that told me she felt she might have said too much.

Richard looked at Holly and asked, "I want to offer you a job in the company in sales. You would do exactly what Phil does, and you would be on both salary and commission. Atlanta is a huge market so there is plenty of room for both of you."

Joe was visibly surprised, but then smiled in agreement. Holy beamed at the offer and looked at me. The smile left her face and she said, "I really appreciate the offer, but I can't take it."

Richard was nonplussed. "Why not?"

Holly collected her thoughts for a few moments and then said, "There are a couple of reasons. First, I owe Phil everything. I don't know what he told you but I was down and he picked me up emotionally and financially. I haven't paid him back yet and until I do, I work only for him.

"Holly," I said...

"That's the most important reason," Holly interrupted. "But it would be dumb to make me a salesperson. Even if I was as good as Phil, and I'm not, and even if I liked selling as much as Phil, which I don't, the company would be making a mistake.

"The reason Phil sells so much is because he doesn't waste his time on installation and support. That's my job. If I left him, he would have to significantly reduce his sales calls to take care of his current customers. And the same for me; I would have to support my new customers instead of looking for new ones.

"If you think about it, a two person sales team is really the way you should go."

Richard nodded his head and was quiet as he thought about what Holly had said. After a few moments he suggested that we order dinner. The heavy part of the business dinner was over and Joe and I started telling our funny war stories about the goofy things that happen to you when you're a salesman. Each story was funnier. The food was good and the drinks mellowed us out.

Joe picked up the check at the end of the meal and we were waiting for his credit card to be run.

Richard looked at me and then Holly. "I've been thinking during dinner. Here's what I think we should do if Phil and you agree.

"When did you start working with Phil?"

"About four months ago," answered Holly.

"I'm going to check with our human resources department, but I'm pretty sure support an development employees make about twenty dollars and hour or more, which is about forty thousand per year. Will you join the company on straight salary and your job would be exactly what it is now—working exclusively for Phil?"

She looked at me and I nodded encouragement.

"Yes, I'd like that...no, I'd love that," said Holly.

Richard continued, "When you call human resources next Monday, I will have already talked with them. Your official hire date is going to be four months ago, so your first check is going to be a big one."

Holly smiled, "That's fantastic. How can..."

Richard interrupted and looked at me. "I can't cover Holly's clothes, but I want you to expense her car, cell phone, and any other legitimate business expenses you paid for since she started to work with you. Send the expense sheet directly to Joe for approval."

I just nodded—a little too stunned to speak.

Richard continued, "Phil, you're probably going to be our number one salesman of the year even if you don't sell another customer. In mid-January the top five salesmen in the company and top management are going to an all-expense paid week meeting to go over our plans for the future. This year it's in Maui. I expect to see you there, and I want Holly to come too. I want you to prepare a presentation on the concept of the two-person sales team and present it to the group. I want Holly to talk as much as you. Any problems with that?"

I stammered, "No."

Richard turned to Holly and said, "And don't be surprised if we ask you to come to headquarters every three months or so to talk about what your customers want. In addition, I think every now and then we'll send some people here, so they can visit and hear for themselves what your customers really want."

Richard and Joe stood up and Richard said, "I've enjoyed talking with both of you. Holly, welcome to the company. I suspect I'm going to hear a lot about you and Phil in the future."

They left and we looked at each other still somewhat in shock. I whispered, "Congratulations partner!"

One week later on a Saturday night we were back at the classy French restaurant. Mary was our waitress again—I had asked for her specifically. She brought over a bottle of Champaign when we sat down. I protested, "We didn't order that Mary."

She grinned, "Compliments of management for our regulars."

The meal was again fantastic. We had a million things to talk about. Holly had received her first salary check on Friday and it was huge representing over four months of salary. My expense check came in paying for everything that I had spent on Holly other than clothes and apartment food. We were swimming in money and it felt good.

Holly wanted to give me her check, but I told her that I had some ideas and we would discuss the whole money situation on Sunday. She reluctantly agreed to wait for Sunday for our money talk.

The meal was over and I told Holly, "I ordered a special desert for you. Mary will bring it to us whenever we want. Okay?"

Mary came to the table and I said, "Now's a good time for the surprise desert Mary."

She grinned and left. She quickly returned carrying a single round plate that held a dish of crème brulee. In the center of the dish sitting on top of the slightly-hardened custard was a disk of white chocolate the size of a half dollar. In the center of the white disk was a large diamond ring that sparkled and reflected off the table's candle.

Holly stared at it in surprise and disbelief, and then looked at me—the tears had already started.