Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 03

Holly's Sales Training Ch. 03

---How to continue your growth by adapting to challenging changes at work---

Fashion fam forever! Don't you worry, guys, I haven't abandoned you! I know it's been a long time since my last post, but I'd never leave you alone on your personal fashion quests. Promise!

You know the line, right? Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. In my case, I had to go on an expedition to bring my fans the hottest scoop from the fashionverse. In that sense, I've been real busy. There's a lot of changes at work that I must deal with. But I'll get back to you when all is sorted out. Till then, I'll continue to inspire all my fellow fashionistas by posting dope collections of trendy swimwear and sexy lingerie. Admit it, the fashion is fierce af. 'Trés chic' for the win! #InvestigativeFashionism

First and foremost, I have some personal news to share with you. Looks like you enjoyed the special gift I posted last time bc I've been getting tons of asks ever since. It's clear that it was as much of a bombshell for you as it was for me. So, it's understandable that you got lots of questions. I try to respond to all my DMs, even though it's hard to keep up. Believe me, all that attention makes me feel like a legit influencer. Give me all the smoke! It defo keeps me in the right mood. #GiftThatKeepsGiving

So, thanx to all my followers for the comments. Please, keep up the good work and send me all your opinions unfiltered. Give me your best blunt talk, guys! XOXO

---How to manage differing opinions in the workplace and beyond---

Who's ready for new fashion files from the fiercest fashionista? Remember when I told you about the flood of comments and DMs? Some of the messages revolved around the same topic, so I decided to make it available to all my Holligans out there. I'm curious to see what my fashion fam thinks about it!

*Cliff_the_Stiff: If it dresses like a slut and acts like a slut then as far as I'm concerned, it should get treated like a slut. When are you going to realise your [sic] just a slut? Your big titted co-wh0re knows it already. Time to catch up! #KnowYourPlace #3HoleC**kSleeve*

Oh sheesh! That sounds like sexist labeling! Looks like our Stiffy can't handle a strong, confident woman taking what she wants. Us independent baddies need to stop apologizing and stat! I can be slutty in the bedroom, the boneyard, or wherever I want without having to feel bad about it. You know, Cliffy, women can be sexually active and competent atst! So, thank you! Next!

BTW, I'm pretty sure Tia would love getting called these dirty words during a hookup, but I think it's more complicated than that. We all need to distinguish between private and public life. Name-calling can be fun between the sheets, but it belongs nowhere else. Period!

*Dicktator69: LOL! You think that was an experience for your boss? ROFL! He gets b!tches like you on the daily. How does it feel to get that a$$hole f**ked and that o-ring blown out, b!tch?*

Oh, please! This is the 21st century! Everyone's free to do whatever they want as long as they're not in a committed relationship. If you're a couple, then trust, respect, and loyalty come first. Oh, and don't forget the big Cs (aka communication and commitment). So, I couldn't care less what the old man does in his downtime (or what he does with whom). Right now, my only priority is to keep him as my boss and remain employed. No matter what, I know for a fact that Mr. von Stein won't forget the experience any time soon. After all my bootylicious butt is legit! He's never had so much cushion for the pushing! Bet!

But hey! So much for the male pov. What about the female perspective, you ask? My side of the 'assperience' is simple. I like anal sex! Deal with it! Actually, I enjoy it bc it's such a unique feeling. There's no way you can possibly get that from vag intercourse. In truth, it's not a purely sexual thing. There are so many stimulations and emotions involved! It's like a ground swell that slowly builds until it becomes a huge wave. To be blunt, it hurts a bit at first, but when you get into it, you reach an intensity that's next level! It's safe to say, I can cum from anal (mostly when I play with my clit atst). So, let's make a long story short: The anal hookup was fire!

Now, what do you say, my fashion fam? What's your opinion on labeling? Do you have the same priorities in relationships as I do? Slide into my DMs and let's do a deep dive together! #SharingIsCaring

And with that, we should be past this whole 'asspiration' thing. It's time to focus on the original topic of this blog! So, let's circle back to my meeting with the company owner, bc there's so much to unpack. Clearly, I've got a lot of pent-up emotional baggage that I need to work through. And that's exactly what I've been doing lately. So, hear me out!

AAMOF, I tried to distract myself as much as possible in the immediate aftermath, which turned out harder than imagined. After all, I had never experienced anything as kinky and wild. Granted, I had never experienced anything as lit and dope either. So, I was torn! To be honest, I had never felt such a dissonance between body and soul. While my body had embraced the demeaning treatment, my mind had rejected all the snide and generalizing remarks. What a contrast! #DiscoverYourself

Nvm the emotional impact, I was hella mad at myself. I actually felt like I had betrayed everything I believe in, as if I had deceived all my college friends who had marched with me for gender equality. For this reason, I refused to accept the sensations I had experienced. Surely, it had been a one-time thing and nothing more. My head was in the right place, only my body had betrayed me. I'd learn from it, so it would never happen again. Period! #Deflection

FWIW, I made sure to keep myself occupied. You probs noticed that I've been reblogging all things fashion and lots of it. I've also been creating a ton of different clothing designs to hone my skills. And it worked... to a certain extent. Despite my best efforts, though, my mind kept wandering back to that scene in the exec office. Whenever I thought about it, my skin tingled as if it were getting electrically charged. ATST, my clit throbbed as if it were begging for more of that sexist behavior. Weird, but true! As a result, my thoughts began to revolve around the 'assperience' until I could think of nothing else. This was maddening!

IMA, I've found myself looking at pics of lingerie more often than haute couture (think corsets and garter sets, fyi). I can hardly believe I'm saying this, but I even caught a few glimpses of fetish blogs where girls talk about their bimbofication and objectification (and even sexual degradation, gulp). Finally, I found myself watching sexy clips and masturbating to it, but sadly I ended up edging more than cumming. Something was missing! I couldn't really put my finger on it but masturbating only gave me short-term satisfaction while it denied me long-term fulfillment. If anything, edging only whetted my appetite, making me hornier and needier than b4. Weird flex, but OK! #ThirstyAF

Thank God, there's a silver lining! Tia and I have reconciled and talked it over, which has lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. In fact, I feel much better now. I'm ready to admit that I truly did act like a hypocrite. For all intents and purposes, our dispute was my fault bc I failed to admit the truth to myself. But we're over it now! All that matters is my promise to Tia. I'm gonna work on being more self-reflective and perceptive. Bet! #SelfReflectionSunday

Fun fact? In the end, me and my bestie are more alike than we thought. For some reason, we both get turned on by machos and alpha males. So far, we'd only encountered it in small doses. After all, that's not the type who runs around campus in droves, is it? Certainly, nothing as blunt and ruthless as Matt and his father. So, it's safe to say that the lack of experience was the reason why it had never affected us b4. But that has certainly changed now! #InYourFace

OK! You're right, guys! That's too basic! The truth is much more complicated. We both get physically aroused by sexist behavior. But aside from that general principle, our mental reactions are different. My blond boo shows her disapproval by getting all pouty. That's when she clenches her fists, stomps her feet, and sulks epically, which men tend to find cute and adorable. By contrast, I react by scoffing in disbelief and shooting furious daggers with my blue eyes, which tends to provoke men into ruder actions. The contrast is real! #YouReapWhatYouSow

ICYMI, our emotional triggers are also different. While my bae gets all bubbly and horny from douchebaggery and bro talk, I get all agitated and aroused from old man rants and boomer talk. No idea why, but there seems to be a disconnect between our body and mind. It's hard to explain, but somehow these reckless actions and ruthless remarks block our rational thinking, so we follow our emotions and first impulses... or something like that. At least, that's what I read on one of those blogs. Whatevs! I'm an aspiring fashion designer, not a shrink! In short, Tia put it best when she said it switches off the mind until there's only feels. No cap! #ElaborationLikelihood

AYC, we're unique baddies! But you know my luck. OFC, I got the short end of the stick. Actually, I didn't get any stick at all. Ugh! Remember that Matt is the new store manager? Ever since he got the position, his fratbros have been dropping by the Vonderstore more often than not. As a result, Tia is getting her fair share of excitement (and sexy action, ftfy). Me, otoh? Not so much! Dang it!

FYI, the strategic direction has changed as part of the restructuring process. Accordingly, most of our customers are under 30 now. As per ushe, the young men look for the casual, laid-back look while the young women search for flashy fashion on a budget. So, it's safe to say that our customers aren't exactly haute couture connoisseurs. Actually, older ppl hardly ever find their way into the store anymore. If they do, the men are almost always in a mid-life crisis looking for clothes that will give them a young appearance. And it never works! Instead, their style ends up looking forced and mid! More importantly, though, these men aren't prone to making lewd remarks or suggestive comments. What a lose-lose-situation! Yikes! #MindYourTargetAudience

AYC, the job has become real boring. Most of the customers are ordinary ppl, so there's not much to write home about, or at least not much to post on this blog. Sorry to disappoint! BBS!

---How to follow your instincts and why it matters---

Oh, my Holligans! You're the best! My follower engagement is lit! I can hardly count all the feedback. It's so much!

*FashionFiend: Slut shaming needs to stop, like yesterday! Actually, any kind of shaming and generalization is wrong! No doubt sexually active women shouldn't be branded as sluts in public or on social media! You should be able to be whatever you please without worrying about judgmental people. At the same time, it's safe to say that you Holly are a total slut and I mean that in the best way possible. You're a sex positive slut who's enjoying sex and experimenting with kinks in her private life! Oh, and it turns you on to be called these dirty words in private. Don't deny it, SLUT!*

Oh wow! This comment nicely sums up all your opinions, my fellow fashionistas. So, I'll let it stand like this: Slut-shaming nay, Holly the slut yay! But please, distinguish between private name kink and public shaming!

*BimboCandy: Looks like your priorities go well together. The boss gets fresh meat to bang, the piece of meat gets her job guarantee. As long as you stay obedient n f**kable, everything should be fine.*

And that's another unanimous opinion. Looks like my fashion fam's in agreement. So, I don't want to contradict this statement at all. As the saying goes, one hand washes the other, right? #CaseClosed

Now, my Holligans, the time has come! Here's the update you've all been waiting for. Today everything changed! All I can say is 'Thank God it's Friday'! Mr. von Stein stopped by the store. Finally! You can't imagine how often I had pictured the situation in my head. Probs, a gazillion times! Yet, my resolution had always been the same, no matter how many times I had thought it through. If I ever encountered the dirty old man again, I was fiercely resolved to stay calm and act normal. Bet! #BusinessAsUsual

And then my reaction was anything but normal! The moment I saw the big boss, I froze on the spot. In fact, I got overwhelmed by countless emotions that legit sent me. Like mesmerized, I followed his every step with my eyes. Remember my pleading looks on the cocktail table? Yup, the same silent begging! Sadly, the seasoned exec walked right past my section without so much as a word. Big fail! As a result, a mixture of nervousness and disappointment exploded in the pit of my stomach. What a letdown! #TurntAF

AITO, the staunch patriarch was there to meet the store manager and discuss the recent rebranding. A family reunion if you will. Even though it didn't help me (or my exuberant desire), it proved that Mr. von Stein truly cares about his son. Morris seems to be the prodigy, all set on his career and primed to take over the family business one day. And then there's Matt (aka the bad boy who dropped out of college and keeps getting into trouble on the reg). Despite their differences, the head of the family seems to be equally supportive of his sons and tries to spend quality time with both. Still, it's clear that Matt takes after his father with his carefree attitude, while Morris is the serious one who's highly concerned about his reputation. #SiblingRivalry

BTT, father and son chatted at the register for some time. Meanwhile, I tried to get as close as possible without attracting attention, literally sneaking up on the checkout as stealthy as a cat burglar. In truth, I had hoped to pick up a rant about the lazy salesgirls or a gripe about those young, entitled customers, but I heard nothing of the sort. Not even a brief rambling about the spoiled zoomer generation. Epic fail! Despite this disappointment, my pelvic muscles contracted from sheer excitement alone. So wild! #AnticipationIsHalfThePleasure

BION, Mr. von Stein acted as professional and civil as one would expect from an exec. After a brief greeting, the two men left the register and went into the manager's office to continue their discussion. As a result, I was deeply frustrated when they left my reach. Shaking my head, I tried to clear my mind. Unlike the big boss, I was acting high-key unprofessional (if not to say stupid, ftfy). Even though I tried to focus on my menial task of stacking a bargain table, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to the incident in the exec office. I know it's hard to believe, but I hoped against hope for a repeat. This was hectic! #GoalsAF

But wait! Not so quick on the trigger! The day was far from over! Mr. von Stein still had to leave the office at some point, right? He'd defo greet me on the way back, wouldn't he? Nope, he didn't! Instead, it got worse! When the patriarch walked out of the office, he headed right for the exit. So disappointing, but also understandable! After all, he was a busy exec. The feeling when I saw him walk toward Tia. As soon as he saw my blonde bae in the men's department, he made a bee line to her. Like a true gentleman, he took her hand and kissed it. Oh jeez! He acted as if it was a big deal to meet his son's slampiece. Big yikes! #Business101

And with that, he was out of the store! The patriarch hadn't even deigned me a look. Unbelievable, but true! What a disappointment! The epic fail burned hot like shame. Sighing deeply, I leaned over the bargain table at the shop entrance. The frustration was real! But then I got to feel it! My eyes when a blow hit my butt. They went wide in shock! My jaw when I stumbled forward. It literally dropped to the floor.!

OMG! In passing, the company owner had given my booty a smack. Not just a slap, he had whacked it hard. For a moment, he let his hand rest on my plump posterior, roughly kneading my right bun. Just as I stuck out my round rump, he let his fingers slide over the wetlook fabric, lightly brushing my cameltoe. As the saying goes, a bird never flew on one wing, so the old codger gave me another slap on my delicious derriere. For good measure, I sus.

Next thing I know, he was gone, leaving me needier and hornier than ever. In fact, my whole body tingled from the brief touch. I actually had to pinch myself to come back to earth. Otherwise, I might have cum on the spot. This was unhinged!

So, what do you say, guys? Do you think my inner conflict is silly? Should I just say screw it and yolo? XOXO

---How to attract customers' attention the smart way---

*CollegeHolleigh: OMG! Holliiieee! We got the same name n were both coeds. Yay! U a cheerleader 2? But girrrl! Forget about that dirty ole dude. 4 real! Ur way 2 good 4 him. U ll find a true gentleman soon.*

"Cliff_the_Stiff: C'mon, b!tch! Why would your boss even look at you? He f**ked you in his office n threw you out like trash! Now, he's hitting on your fat-titted friend (the opposite of you flat-chested c**t). Soon, he's gonna own that a$$ too. Face it, you two b!tches are just something to pass the time with at work. Oh wait! Let your big-boob bae write an 'asspirational tale' about it on your blog.*

See, my Holligans? Those are two typical comments I get. It's like my fashion fam is legit divided about the men in my life! But don't you worry guys (and girls)! I don't need a gentleman and Tia doesn't need a boomer. We're just coeds living our best lives and having fun doing it. Granted, the office encounter was a banger! But that's it! Been there, done that! On to the next adventure! Period! #MessageOfTheDay

Many of you have asked about Tia. So, let me set the record straight: my busty boo knows about this blog. I told her when I came clean about my encounter with Mr. von Stein. Actually, I sus she follows it as a silent reader. But she says she's too busy to write her own blog entries. And she's not lying. Tia's currently laser-focused on sucking frat pricks and slutting it up at their 'Yamos' keggers (which are actually called 'booze 'n bitches parties', smh). #BrashBae

OFC, Tia's joking (for the most part), so draw your own conclusions. On thing's clear, though, my bff has hit her sexual prime and is far from ready to get tied down. Instead, she's doing the most, enjoying the hell out of casual sex. You could say she's become just as much of an ethical slut as me (or maybe even more). Still, I'm pretty sure my busty bestie is a one prick-at-a-time kinda girl. At least for now! #JerkWithBenefits

Hold on a sec! That actually changed when Mr. von Stein visited the store. Remember how he bid Tia goodbye with a gallant kiss on the hand? Yeah, Matt saw it too! And he clearly wasn't pleased about it. So, he marched over to my busty bestie shortly after his dad had left.

"Just cos you're a young tart doesn't mean you gotta hit on my old fart." He made a lame-ass joke.

Oh yeah! You're right, guys! He didn't mean it as a joke, bc he was dead serious. No matter what, my blonde bae showed the reaction that has become the norm for her lately. Instead of clapping back, she giggled along. Ugh!

Soon after, I saw our mean manager dragging Tia behind the register. Even though I was busy advising two male costumers, I noticed that Matt had a goofy grin on his face (aka the typical grin men flash when getting a blowjob, iykwim). From the looks of it, my bff must have sucked him off right then and there. In fact, the royal jerk must have cum into her mouth just b4 the two customers stepped up to the cash point. So unreal!