Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 02

JSYK, I made sure to use the clothes rail as a visual shield when I put on the lingerie. Mosdef, I didn't want the sleazy scumbag to see my bare breasts or vag while I was changing. When I was done, there was still way too much skin uncovered bc the leopard print set was super skimpy (at least, for my taste, ftfy). Apart from that, the whole animal print didn't vibe with me, bc it was way too trashy for my taste. # TackyTuesday

Nywy, this was all about reenacting a scene to explore the context, so it wasn't about me. I was merely a stand-in and not the main lead. So much for taking the narrative and making it my own. The irony! ATM, however, it was a thought that made me feel better about the whole situation. Still, I walked across the office real slow until I reached the lounge chair. I legit had to gather all my courage to put myself into Tia's position and act like my blonde boo. With every step, however, it became easier until I literally sashayed through the office with my hips shaking. #CatwalkKiller

BION, but I was very focused on my walk! In the process, I may have gotten carried away with the whole reenactment thing. As a result, I asked Mr. von Swine to help me out and take pics, just like his bastard son had done b4 (another term that's on fleek, don't you agree, guys?). Obs, I was doing the most, bc I may have told the old-ass owner about Matt's penchant for juvenile remarks and degrading comments. #BroTalk

"Look at our lil fashionista swanking about." The patriarch exclaimed. "Seems like her talents weren't properly used before."

And I oop! Hella quick, it became clear where he had picked up the habit. The douchebro had learned it from scratch. #LikeFatherLikeSon

"I always said animal prints look too cheap n trashy for our clientele." He added in unadulterated delight. "But you were right, Morris! It looks suitable for a fashion victim like our decked-out ditz. Does that make her a fake fashionista or a tacky trashionista, tho? I can never tell with these kids today!"

GTH! Every snide remark made me quake in my boots, every sweary word made me wince and quiver. This was so basic! In response, I gave the sleazy old creep a reproachful look while boiling with indignation. Remember, I've been told many times that my gaze can say more than a thousand words. When I get angry, my icy blues become narrow slits shooting steely daggers at the offender. #LooksThatKill

"C'mon, silly kitty! Everybody knows you secretly crave this gentleman's brand of sexism." The sour old sack kept riling me up.

Egad! The seasoned exec legit heaped on the abuses. In fact, it low-key sounded as if it was supposed to be flattery. SMH! I can't even with these boomers!

"Admit it, ditsi tisi! Deep inside, you wanna be a pampered housewife." Mr. von Swine began to twist facts. "The way you look you don't wanna stand around in a retail store all day long, getting those polished nails dirty. Work's a drag, everybody knows that."

FTLOG! This was getting more ridiculous by the sec! I should have rolled my eyes at these cheesy lines, but instead I got in a tizzy. This was outrageous! That's why I scoffed in annoyance as I glanced at my nails. BTW, I had renewed my nail polish just yesterday, choosing a black color that was a perf fit with my jet-black hair. But wtvr! That was nothing out of the ordinary. #AngerSpiral

IMA, however, that the old codger had hit on a valid point (somewhere in between all that obnoxious rambling, fyi). I studied fashion design for a reason, bc duh! I loved accessorizing, ofc! There's never too much when it comes to jewelries, right? At the end of the day, diamonds are a girl's best friend. Period! #JewelryAddict

"You don't have to be ashamed of it, glitter b1tch." The company owner added when he noticed that I was glancing at my bracelets. "We're all getting shaped by our generation. Too bad, all the things characterizing you millennials are superficial n shallow."

Oh jeez! The filthy swine was real good at targeting weak points, wasn't he? In truth, I had low-key taken advantage of the fact that I wasn't working in the Vonderstore today. Accordingly, I had brought out the bold accessories with a multi-strand crystal cross rosary necklace in sterling silver. Along with it, I wore a pair of delicate zirconia chandelier earrings and two elegant sterling silver chain bracelets. #AccessorizeDontCompromise

Nvm the chunky necklace, I'm always conscious to follow the essential rules of accessorizing. You can call it professional pride or wtvr! Accordingly, I never wear more than 3-4 large accessories. Just the right amount of bling to feel good without standing out too much. But I guess, it was still too flashy for the old man's sensitive eyes. #BlindedByTheBling

"Tell me, who coined all these terms? Trophy wife, gold digger, glitter wh0re n all that." He hit another spot. "Everybody can read the tabloids and watch reality tv. There's nothing but fake plastic bimbos with funbags n ducklips n decked out in glitter on the boob tube."

Ohmigawd! The company owner wanted to be a fashion expert but had no idea about layers and nuance! He was right about me wearing awesome glitter heels, but he was wrong about everything else! I so hadn't overdone it but found the perf equilibrium! In fact, I kept my jewelry subtle by elevating my look with statement footwear. For this reason, I had opted for open-toe leather sandals with glitter-embellishments. They had a silver tone, slide buckle fastening, and a 3.5" heel. #PetPeeve

"You don't wanna deny it, do you?" He inquired real merciless. "Especially not with all that shine you flaunt, glitter b1tch! You know what they say 'bout taking the shine off, right? To polish a turd n all that."

Holy moly! What an outrageous insult! What a dumb generalization. Swearsies, we're not all like that! As if! We're actually more diverse and heterogenous than any generation b4. Be that as it may, the sour old sack twisted the facts too much for me to ignore. I was too tired of his stereotypes. #FinalStraw

"You can call me any pet name you like! You can poke fun at me n my breasts all you want. They're perfect like that! You never gonna convince me otherwise." I shot him another reproachful look while clapping back.

"If us young peeps got a dollar for every time an old-ass boomer criticized us, we'd have enough money to live in the economy you ruined." I retorted. "What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. Thank you, next!"

FTW! Another argument won! Another sexist scumbag slayed! You can call me the slay queen! #SlayAllDay

And with that, I was done with the subject once and for all. There was something more important to focus on nywy. Even though I legit didn't want to get anywhere near the filthy swine, I had to continue the reenactment and the hardest part was yet to come. I had to step next to the company owner, turn around, and bend over. Truth be told, I had to force every move while goosebumps ran down my skin. Still, I did it, waiting in this demeaning position right next to the lounge chair. #BentButNotBreak

LMTY, Mr. von Swine fully noticed my discomfort! So, he made the most of it. Savoring the situation, he let me stand there much longer than necessary. The feeling when I watched him take drag after drag on the cigar. The uncertainty was the worst, and the long wait didn't make it any better. As a result, my nervousness escalated! There were too many conflicting emotions to deal with, so a ton of different sensations flooded my body. This was wild! #SensoryOverload

JS, I was real happy when the seasoned exec finally made his next move. He actually used his left hand to take the cigar out of his mouth, which was weird. So, my gaze followed his left hand holding the Havana. Just then he struck home with his right hand.

OMG! A savage blow landed on my right butt cheek! You know when they say 'no gras grows wherever he hits'? Yah! That's the feel. The old sack must have been playing golf or tennis in his leisure time, keeping him fit and strong. In fact, the fierce blow made me jump. Landing back on my feet, I instantly reached back and rubbed my poor, burning skin. No cap! #PackAPunch

OMFG! This must have been ten times harder than Dickhead Matt slapping Tia, which seemed playful in comparison. For this reason, I got going in a jiff, walking back across the office to the clothes hanger. I defo wasn't looking forward to repeating the same procedure two more times. #EatSleepWearRepeat

YMAK, but the first round wasn't over yet. Remember Tia's catwalk? Reaching the clothes rail, I still had to turn around and flash my boobs. So cringe! I can't even with this reenactment thing! But at least, I was in control of the narrative! So, I tried to pick up the pace and get this over with. Grabbing the keyhole cut-out, I pushed the brown leopard print cups to the outer sides. My face when the fabric got caught on my hard nipples. The embarrassment! My feels when my boobs were finally exposed. The pride! After all, my 32b cups are all natural and perky. But that didn't seem to tickle the oldie's fancy. In fact, his reaction stood in stark contrast to Dickhead Matt's enthusiasm when he first saw Tia's big bust. S2S, he was not impressed! The disrespect was real! #SulkingAF

Nywy, I still had two more rounds to convince the sour old sack. Granted, I was slowly getting into a groove, so modeling the next outfit was already much easier and smoother. You know the coming lingerie trend, guys? It's called the tattoo effect, bc it's super unique and works on all skin tones. For this reason, I opted for a lingerie set consisting of an underwire bra and Brazilian thong. It was made of elegant black lace with an embroidered floral style tattoo, so the lace nicely contrasted against my olive skin. It actually looked as if I had the prettiest tattoos ever. Amaze!

Nvm the elegant fashion, there was nothing elegant about Mr. von Swine's second blow. It was another coarse slap that stung just as much as the first one. In fact, it totally reddened my left bubble bun. Despite that rude treatment, I dutifully pulled the thong to the side and showed off my velvet vulva. At least, the bald bastard was low-key impressed by my completely smooth and shaven labia. #DressToImpress

"F**ck yeah, buttercup! That's a helluva puffy pussy if I've ever seen one." The sleazy scumbag suddenly exclaimed, dropping a real compliment.

"Damnit! What you say, boy? That a meaty mound or what?" He even gushed to his son, who was still trying to remain impartial. "Tell you that's a f**king c**t with cushion. It looks like a plump peach, ain't it?"

Oh wow! The feeling when I received the first praise from my boss. Does anyone else get all warm and fuzzy when they get compliments? BION, but it made me feel so valued and appreciated. After all the belittling and devaluation, I was more than eager to embrace any praise I got. In truth, I didn't even think about it. I simply rejoiced in the positive feels that flowed through me. #ComplimentOfTheDay

AFAIC, the appreciation was sincere. All my previous bfs (b4 you ask, guys, there were only three of them, fyi) had marveled at my large labia. To give you a mental picture, my Venus mound is real big with a slightly darker shade than my olive skin. Obs, most men are labia lovers, and the patriarch is no exception. #Cameltoe

"F**k me! Those cat eyes n that meat c**t are rad." The filthy swine knew all too well how to exploit this breakthrough discovery. "There's no way 'round it, you deserve to be called Pussycat!"

"Or wait..." He hesitated for a sec. "You prefer Smitten Kitten?"

GTFOH! I mosdef didn't want or need a feline nickname! IMO, they're in the same category as animal print clothing. It doesn't vibe with me, bc it's too tacky and low-key slutty. By contrast, I'm the opposite, as in gracious and high-key classy. Period!

"Whatever! You've been wrong 'bout my son, so everybody knows you're too stupid to make good decisions, aren't you buttercup?" He quickly became a grumpy grouch.

GFY! Not a single word of it was true. Still, every word hit me to the core, making me twitch real fierce. My legs wobbled so hard that I could barely manage to remain standing. Frankly, I didn't know what to make of it. OT1H, the old codger loved the sight of my velvet vulva. OTOH, he called my precious pussy the most vulgar and offensive words ever. It was clear, however, that any praise only ever came with a profanity. So, I didn't have much choice, I could take it or leave it. #UseItOrLoseIt

Nvm the mood change, Morris remained serious about his role as neutral observer. As time was money, he reminded us that we needed to finish the role-play. So, I hastily chose a vinyl set as final lingerie. Yeah, I know, guys! It didn't really match Tia's third summerfit. It wasn't a current craze, either. But it's an evergreen, so you can't go wrong with it! As if the patriarch knows the latest trends! #CreativeLicense

S2S, shiny clothes are always a thing to flex! If you're into leather, vinyl underwear's a must-have. The material is the closest thing to being nude, as it's so tight that the lingerie molds around your every curve. That's why I opted for a white vinyl bra bc it was on fleek with my striking blue eyes and icy accessories. In fact, it had lace-up micro triangle cups and halter ties with black rim. The black crisscross laces barely covered my nipples, but that's just a minor detail. As final polish, I added a matching mini skirt in shiny white vinyl that featured black lace-up sides and black rim. Think broad belt rather than full skirt. Does anyone else have such saucy underwear at home? I certainly don't. #ShinyNewToys

Nywy, I was flying high after the boss' praise. That's why I strutted through the office with more swag than ever (despite the skimpy outfit, fyi). When I came to a halt next to Mr. von Swine, I bent over without hesitation. I knew that it was a sick thirst trap! NGL, I low-key wanted to flex my big bubble butt bc I was thirsty for more compliments. As if to confirm my efforts, the company owner didn't land another slap on my yummy buns. Instead, he extensively inspected every shape and curve of my apple bottom. Just as hoped! But then he surprised me again, bc he had a new task for me. Surprise!

"C'mon Pussycat! Show us you can move like a jungle cat." He said with a chuckle. "Prove you got some hidden talents, cuz otherwise your expertise looks pretty bleak, ditzi titsi."

Oh yeet! Oh yikes! Another praise, but coupled with a slander. In reality, however, nothing could be further from the truth, as my grades paint a whole different picture. Bet! #StraightAStudent

As if that mattered atm! In fact, I was low-key offended, so I let out a disdainful scoff, which turned into happy giggles when I pictured myself as a fierce black puma. I guess it could be seen as a humble brag (although I don't think boomers know that's a thing). #AbsurdityAndBeauty

FWIW, my emotional outburst didn't elicit a reaction. Even though it was disappointing, I didn't get swayed and finally performed my task. Obs, the sour old sack wanted me to twerk for him. So, I stuck my bubble booty out while remaining in my bent-over position. Slowly, I began to move up and down to make my yummy buns shake. I bet the sleazy scumbag was thirsty to watch me use my slutty dance moves to slide the shiny white miniskirt over my big round butt. However, the filthy swine hadn't reckoned with the tight vinyl material. #Twerkout

Remember that Tia had used a smaller bikini for each round? I had followed her example, so the miniskirt was two-sizes too small. Also, remember my big apple bottom? It made the shiny vinyl bulge insanely obscene. NTL, I kept shaking my hefty humps, making my juicy buns jiggle and wobble. Yet, the mini skirt didn't move an inch. Undeterred, I slowly squatted down to increase the twerk. After years of ballet and yoga, I wasn't the worst dancer, so it must have looked fire. #Twerk4Life

And then the unexpected happened! Does anyone else know the sound of ripping clothes? My face when I heard an ear-piercing noise. Skrr, skrr! My feels when I realized that the shiny material got torn apart. Ugh! By the time I noticed, however, it was too late. A crack appeared right in the middle between my big-ass buns. This was wild! The shame burning on my skin was real!

Nvm the degrading fail, I had managed to complete the role-play. Mr. von Stein and the employee representative agreed that no malicious intent was evident. It was irrefutably proven that Tia and the floor manager had checked out the new swimwear collection bc they needed the info for an effective sales strategy. On this count, I had observed the situation out of context and was thus subject to perceptual errors. #CaseClosed

To put a downer on things, Tia found out about my meeting with the patriarch. Let's just say she wasn't amused. As if! We had another argument where she called me a hypocrite for patronizing her over her bikini modeling while I was doing the same in the role-play.

So, what do you say, guys? Do you agree with Tia? Did I act like a hypocrite? Let me know!

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*Anonymous: C'mon! Don't f**k with us, stupid b!tch! We all know that role-play s**t didn't go that smoothly. That's not how it works in the professional world. #DontTakeUsForFools*

*JustInZane: Damn! Did that Amoric**t really say stand up n wipe your chin? Hehehe! If that ain't no Freudian. Admit it, that's exactly how that rp ended. You saw a man with power n money n your c**t got so wet you dropped to your knees. At the end of the rp, you were young, dumb n full of cum, right?*

Oh wow, you guys are legit relentless! It's nice to know that my readers are so invested in my professional development. But come on! You're hyping this up way too much. Realsies! No matter what, its obs that us women still have to deal with old-ass clichés and double standards. SMH! By now, it should be common knowledge that women can be talented and sexy atst. So, no! I didn't have to do anything immoral to slay the role-play. Thank you, next!

BTT, I have something way more important to tell you guys! It hasn't even been a month since I started this fashion blog, and I already made it to 3.000 followers. You're so great and I'm so grateful to share my experiences with you. In honor of the big occasion, I'm thinking of giving you a little gift. I just don't know what yet. So, stay tuned! #MadeMyDay

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*Anonymous: Theres a simple way for you to get yo way in the professional world, Holly wh0re! Get some decent tits on ya! What are ya again? B cup? No self-respecting man looks at B cup tits! Do us all a favor! Take some of that skirt splitting ass meatt [sic] n put it in yo tits! #titsonafish*

Oh, fam! Your constant interest in my professional development is legit flattering. Inspiring, for real! However, I'm not so sure about your investment in my personal growth (or is it the growth of my boobs?). Not to throw shade, but Tia gets a lot more attention from men. It's actually a total confidence booster for her when male eyes drop into her cleavage. So maybe, you guys are on to something there. IAC, Mr. von Stein and his son stared at my boobs hella hard, no matter their size. See? No breast implants needed and no boob job on the horizon anytime soon. For sure! #SorryNotSorry

Nywy, I didn't forget about the gift! No cap! In fact, I legit thought long and hard about it. In the end, I think you guys want juicy scoop the most. So, that's what you get! After all, my followers mosdef deserve the tea after all the support.

AITO (aka as it turns out), it's always good to keep receipts. Don't get me wrong! I don't want this to become the norm, but I may have left out a few details in the last post. I wasn't laying. As if! But sometimes, I get carried away and leave out some minor stuff when writing these blog entries. Don't read into it! #LessonsLearned