Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 03

"Nah, Goldilocks! You're always nice n bimbo when you're horny. So you gotta wait another day till you're allowed to cum!" The odious dude said loud and clear while reaching below the counter and making a patting motion.

Holy smokes! My jaw dropped when I heard the words. The two customers heard it too bc they stood right on the other side of the register. This was insane! I could already see the scandal! The disaster was about to hit!

WTF? Major swerve alert! As it turned out, the guys were two new 'Yamos' pledges. That's why they didn't make a scene. Instead, they exchanged a knowing look b4 bursting out in laughter. FOH! I'm sure the whole fraternity knows about Tia and her status as Matt's slampiece by now. This was wild! #SoNotLOL

Wtvr! Tia's head only ever reappeared after the two young dudes had left. Wiping her mouth, she didn't seem overly concerned. As if! She looked more like she had enjoyed the fratboys' attention despite the degrading situation. In fact, she didn't even call out Dickhead Matt for the douchey action. Instead, she pouted epically bc she wasn't allowed to cum for the rest of the day.

OMG! Priorities, girl! I tried to make eye contact to give her a sign. But no, she wasn't listening! Instead, she started twirling her long blonde hair in the cutest way possible. She was seriously trying to convince the douchebro otherwise. I can't even with this blonde baddie! #CutenessOverload

At first, I wanted to intervene to bring my bestie back to her senses. But then I thought better of it. Remember the last time? That had been an epic fail! I so didn't want to repeat it. Instead, I had learned my lesson. Ultimately, it was Tia's decision, not mine. And yet, I found her behavior high-key embarrassing. I'd never act like that! No way! I'd never engage in such lewd conduct. Bet!

NTL, I can't deny that I was low-key jealous of my bae. She was still horny asl, but at least she had been able to quench her thirst for semen. I, otoh, was horny af and thirsty for dick. So unfair! My horniness was starting to drive me cray! #CravingSquad

Fun fact, Tia has always been more of the impulsive type, doing plenty of things on the spur of the moment. By comparison, I'm more of a cool-headed person, prone to overanalyzing stuff (as you may have gathered from my posts by now). With my bff constantly horny and excited, however, her impulsive behavior has become next level! This is out of control! #FollowYourInstinct

BION, but yesterday my blonde bae took it to extremes. As we were leaving the Vonderstore, she suddenly had an idea. Out of the blue, it occurred to her that she always disliked her fingers bc they look a bit short. Since there's a nail salon right across the mall, she decided on a whim to get a manicure. Oh, come on! I'll believe it when I see it! Back in college, it was common for us to throw shade at those preppy girlies with fake nails. After all, we've always been proud of being natural beauties (even if we neatly polish our nails twice a week, fyi). Those days are over now! It's hard to believe, but my busty boo sports long, coffin-shaped nails with French tips now. The change is real!

So, what do you say, guys? Do you think Tia is building a monopoly on attention in the store? Should I keep up with the style train or what? Let me know!

---How to turn your hobby into a career by following your passion---

*BellaDonna: Yay, girl! Love your tongue-in-cheek takes on the pitfalls of everyday work life. But sheesh! Stop thinking so much. You can have fun without feeling guilty about it. F**k the conflict! Embrace spontaneity. Yolo!*

*WhosYourDaddy60: Oh my God, I just found this blog and I have to say you come across a whiney b!tch. Your friend Tia, she knows how to get ahead: you got to give head! Why do you think she's so happy and youre [sic] so f**king 'conflicted'? Go f**k your face!*

Oh boy! I must confess these latest comments have left me legit 'conflicted' (the irony, I know). Did I really whine and complain that much? Don't think so! After all, life's a rollercoaster and you should vent your feels to get the negativity off your chest, but OK! I might have overdone it with expressing my disappointment. However, I want this blog to be a happy valley, so I've decided to follow your advice, my fierce fashionistas. From now on, I'm committed to being more spontaneous and seeing the bright side. Promise! #HappyCamper

IAC, I have something real positive to report (completely without complaints). So, are you ready for the tea, guys? OK! Let's get started then. Today was just another Friday in the shopping mall.

And then everything changed! Again! This time for the simple reason that the boss returned. Turns out, Mr. von Stein plans on checking the progress of the rebranding process on a weekly basis. So, he'll be stopping by the store every Friday. That's great news! No cap! This time, though, he wasn't alone, as he had brought an old pal. And I mean that literally, bc the guy's the same age as the patriarch (aka something over 50). Apart from that, he's tall and scrawny with gray hair and a full beard, so let's call him Mr. Graybeard, shall we? On a positive note, he was wearing age-appropriate clothes (fyi, a black and beige silk bowling shirt with short sleeves and beige linen pants). Quite unlike the old-school owner! Big plus! #BoomerBuddy

Like it mattered! Mr. von Stein still headed straight for the manager's office to have his meeting with Matt. Again, no stop for the salesgirl! Ugh! Meanwhile, Graybeard entered the sales area behind the cash register. Ever since the brand expansion, the section highlights the new lingerie line and selected footwear. In addition, it features swimwear and accessories. The items are almost exclusively for women, so it was sus (if not to say creepy) that the bowling bloke stayed in this section for so long.

IMA, I acted just as sus, bc I once again failed to behave in usual fashion. As Tia was busy with a customer, I was left without a task at hand. After all, you can restack the shelves only so often, right? That's why I stayed at the cash point as I tried to keep close to the office. It must have looked like I was eavesdropping on my supervisor although I was simply trying to pick up some boomer rant. Swearsies! #CuriosityKilledTheCat

Yeah, I know what you guys think! You can laugh all you want, but I was getting low-key desperate here. No matter what, I didn't get to hear anything interesting. Instead, father and son abruptly left the office, causing me to jump behind the register like a scaredy cat. Even though I feigned an urgent purpose, it wasn't necessary. No one paid me any attention nywy. Yikes! Actually, Mr. von Stein went straight to the back area looking for his buddy. Two old-timers alone in the lingerie section, what could go wrong, right?

"I knew you'd like the new uniforms, you old sod. Did you draw designs on the two shopgirls? That's some sweet cheeks right there, innit?" I heard the patriarch exclaiming far too loud.

"Oh please! You know these young kids, old chromedome! They got so many participation trophies they think they're hot s**t on a silver platter when their just cold p**s on a paper plate." Graybeard replied.

Oh woah! What a nice introduction! The bowling bloke didn't even wait a sec to crack a dirty joke that pierced marrow and bone. Two quotes were already enough to send me into a rage. Instead of defending the honor of his salesgirls, the old-ass owner only sniggered in response. That upset me even more! Cringe alert! #NeverScornAGift

"I know what you gonna say, Rip! Everybody knows women talk too much." Mr. von Stein was in full ramble mode.

"Hiring some men woulda been the smarter choice. But I'm basically their sugar daddy. So it got its advantages!" He added with a scornful laugh.

WTF? My mouth dropped open when I heard him refer to me in such a mean way. What a bitter humiliation! But the alternative facts were even worse! The seasoned exec completely retold the story of our hiring. The opposite was true! We had been the best choice by far. After all, we were fashion design students! #NoCompetition

"C'mon, man! Did you see that b!tch in black? She's a sex pot, ain't she?" The filthy swine prompted his buddy to join him in his dirty talk.

"But she's also a f**king primadonna!" The pervy patriarch continued when his old pal didn't respond asap. "You know, she didn't hold out. She couldn't wait to give me a sightseeing tour of her local canals! Tho, I gotta say it was more like a trip through the sewer."

GFY! He couldn't be serious! Picturing the metaphor was enough to make me quake in my boots. This was savage! Hard to believe, but it was worse than anything he had said during the role-play. No matter what, he achieved the desired response, as his boomer buddy joined in the derisive laughter. #MetaphorOfTheDay

"I'm telling you, man, she got a helluva meaty c**t. What the kids call it? A fat f**king cameltoe! Yeah, that's it!" The big boss waxed almost lyrical next.

OMG! This was hella offensive! Still, I low-key liked the way he swooned over my pretty pussy. The conflict was real!

"Mrs. DeLuca would you be so kind n come over. We need a piece of advice, my dear." Mr. von Swine suddenly screamed through the entire store.

Holy snap! That hit me out of nowhere! I was standing on the other side of the partition that separated the back section from the cash register, so I heard him all too clearly. There was no need to be so loud about it. What if a customer heard it? Man, I better not wanted to think about that. Yikes!

NGL, I was so shook that I didn't know how to react. For the record, my mind gave me two options. I could either run and hide, or I could rush over there and give the sour old sack a well-deserved bitchslap. And I oop! B4 my mind had decided, my body had already reacted. In a jiff, my feet carried me around the partition and over to the back section. #ImpulseControl

"What's new, pussycat?" The sleazy scumbag greeted me with his trademark sleaze salute.

Ohmigawd! This insolence deserved a spicy clap back. And yet, I reacted by stepping in front of the two old-timers as meek as a lamb. There were no narrowed eyes and no icy stare. All I brought was an urgent pussy throbbing and a nerve-wrecking skin tingling. So freaky!

Thank God, I was well-prepared. Remember the first rule of the Vonderstore? OFC, you do! So, you know that I had arranged my outfit accordingly when the boomer buddy had walked in. In fact, I had tied a knot under my perky puppies and cropped the myrtle green top, exposing my flat stomach. Phew! #StylingRules

"See?" The patriarch exclaimed pointing at my crotch.

Oh yikes! Right on the money! Holding my breath, I reconsidered my options. Slapping the old sack in the face was still a possibility. Throwing shade was the other. It wouldn't be too hard to retort to their stupid comments. In reality, though, I had already placed my hands on my hips and pushed my crotch forward. All too easily, I offered the men a good look at my crotch cleavage. #Cameltoe

"Fweet!" The gray-haired geezer whistled in admiration. "For f**ks sake!"

Oh wow! What a surprise! I had expected another vile remark, not such positive feedback. This was the best reaction I could have hoped for. It was the encouragement I needed, and it had an immediate effect, as an engaging smile spread across my face. #AlwaysLookAtTheBrightSide

"C'mon, man! You're outta touch! These kids take shortcuts everywhere." The company owner quickly corrected his old pal. "It's FFS now! But with this skank, it prolly means fat f**king snatch, tho."

FOH! My mouth and eyes snapped open in indignation, which didn't go unnoticed. Instead, it made the bowling bloke chuckle more than ever. This was ratchet! It was getting real hard to stay chill. So, I shot a pair of icy daggers at the staunch patriarch. This was so outrageous that I needed to clap back hard. No other option!

"Let's be real, tho!" The boss' mate stifled my protest b4 it even began. "That's a pretty perfect pussy. Such fine folds!"

Yasss, queen! Thank you very much! That praise was music to my ears. I was finally beaming with joy. #SmileWhenYoureWinning

"Make that fat f**king folds, you old sod!" Mr. von Swine quickly corrected him. "Don't get shy on me know."

Holy moly! What a killjoy! The head of the Vonderfam put a real damper on me. There's no end to the insults, is there? I bet the sleazy scumbag got an endless supply at the ready. A hundo p! However, he didn't leave it at that. To make his point, he reached out and grabbed me by the pussy. #StoneColdStunner

WTF? That caught me on the wrong foot! And yet, I had to react quickly. After all, we were in a public space! Remember, I was standing in the middle of the back section with my crotch pushed out. So, what did I do? Finally slap the arrogance off the oldie's face? As if! In reality, all my resolutions went flying out of the window. So, I slightly bent my knees and splayed my thighs to bandy my legs. #SurpriseYourself

WTAF? Then and there, I officially admitted defeat. More specifically, I acted in the most submissive way ever, literally bending the knee. Sweet geez! I was hella frustrated with my own reaction. I can't even with myself! #DisappointYourself

It was just another day at the office... said no one ever! Today everything was different, and it legit overwhelmed me. By contrast, it didn't seem out of the ordinary for the old-ass owner and for good reason. He simply acted as rude and brash as he did at HQ. Putting his fingers on each side of my velvet vulva, he squeezed it tightly. As a result, my lower lips puckered, creating a big bulge in the front of my black booty shorts. This was insane!

"Gotta say, I love those details. See the black nail-polish? It matches the shorts. And that gleam in her eyes? It jibes with the icy diamonds." It was Mr. von Swine's turn to praise me and my efforts.

Oh yeet! More music to my ears! Granted, it shouldn't be a big surprise that the owner of a fashion label is an expert when it comes to accessories. Still, his eye for detail amazed me and made me hella happy. After all, I had spent way too much time to glo up during my morning routine. Frankly, I hadn't even known if I was gonna meet the patriarch (or anybody else of note, ftfy), and still I had spent a ton of time on my looks. #EarlyBird

"What was it with that sightseeing tour again?" Graybeard suddenly got back to that long-forgotten topic.

Oh, come on! That was so old news! For this reason, I gave Mr. von Swine a questioning look. My eyes narrowed, but his gaze remained steadfast. My pussy got squeezed, so I broke eye contact. Soz to say, but there was no resistance left in me.

ICYMI, I took a sharp breath that sounded high-key annoyed. It was supposed to be an implicit sign of protest, but it failed to have an effect. Big yikes! When the boomer boys didn't respond, I let out an incredulous scoff. More importantly, though, I finally opened the upper buttons of my top. Pushing the green fabric to the sides, I presented my bra. It was the black vinyl set with lace-up triangle cups and silver studded accents. You got that right, guys! I'm not exactly proud of it, but I still wear the bra set from the role-play, and I do so with fierce passion. A hundo p! #PassionForFashion

"FYI, I met Mr. von Stein at HQ to evaluate n customize the new lingerie line." I tried to sound extra professional and disguise the truth with flowery language.

"Yeah... Let me stop you right there, silly kitty!" The company owner instantly interrupted me. "Everybody knows you're too forgetful to tell the facts."

Oh, ew! The big boss didn't even let me finish my sentence. So rude!

"Some brief background info." He quickly seized control and told the story himself. "In reality, this skanky slut pranced into my office like some cheeky consultant spouting horses**t phrases. Like this acronym bulls**t!"

And I oop! Only then did I realize that I had made a blunder. Unintentionally, I had proven my age. #WhatsMyAgeAgain

"F-Y-I!" The seasoned exec repeated, putting extra emphasis on every letter.

Holy smokes! It didn't stop with the verbal rebuff. Instead, I received three harsh pinches to my pussy, one for every letter. Oh shoot! I got my meaty mound squeezed harder than ever. So cringe! #EpicFail

"Consultant my a$$!" The sleazy scumbag continued. "This b!tch is nothing more than a failed reality trash star. You know that silly top model show, old sod?"

Oh woah! Fake news alert! Beware, my Holligans! Everything he said was the opposite of the truth. In fact, the sour old sack was back at it, contradicting me and rewriting the truth. This time, though, he took it to an absurd degree. So ridiculous! For this reason, I opened my mouth to correct him. But instead of facts, a single deep grunt came over my lips. The embarrassment was real! #TruthBomb

"Listen to this, old pal! The skanky slut really thought she could give us a viral marketing boost or whatever they call it nowadays. Ain't that cute?" Mr. von Swine snorted deprecatingly. "At least, she was willing to grind."

"Speaking of grinding... She ain't got much competence, but she got one skill that's worth a damn!" He elaborated. "So, I let her model the lingerie."

Ohmigosh! The old-school owner meant what he said (that I only possessed a singular skill, fyi). He even showed it off by giving my juicy derriere a hard smack and making my bubble buns wobble. Can you believe it, guys? Here I was getting reduced to an object in the middle of the store. It hadn't taken long, had it?

IAC, the narrative was closer to the truth, but still not on point. The way the head of the Vonderfam twisted the facts and rewrote the event was gross! I got more skills than you can count, old man! It legit ticked me off, so I grabbed the arm that was still between my legs. No more! This was the end of the line! #KnockItOff

As if! Sure enough, I put both my hands around the boss' forearm, but my grip remained limp. Consequently, his hand stayed where it was, giving me another savage squeeze. This time, the filthy swine pinched my clit right through the flimsy wetlook material. Oh man! I already regretted my rash action. The pinch hurt like hell! But the electric jolt that followed was even more intense! As a result, my legs buckled, so the firm grip on my plump pussy was all that kept me on my feet. Unbelievable, but true! #SteadyGrinding

"In the end, she paid for the lingerie in her own way, right ditzi titsi?" The pervy patriarch continued his fake fairy tale.

"Where was my cock again?" He suddenly turned to me and asked me to my face.

Holy snap! I knew what he wanted to hear, bc he aimed at triggering me! But I didn't play along. Instead, my resistance flared up again. As a result, our eyes fought a duel of fiery daggers. His deep brown eyes were like deep pits that sucked in my electric blue gaze, literally like blue lightning disappearing into a black hole. #BlackHolesAndRevelations

"Actions speak louder than words, am I right?" The big boss eventually tossed in, never breaking eye contact. "Let's reenact it then! Right here! Right now!"

GFY! What a blatant request! It made me grit my teeth! But it didn't make a change. Neither of us was willing to give in, so we literally continued our proxy war. In fact, my hands were still around the boss's forearm. And yet, I didn't pull on it. Instead, I clutched it in rhythm with the tremors that coursed through me. Truth be told, I was fiercely resolved to turn this epic fail into a glorious triumph, but not like this! I wanted to do it on my terms. #IndependentBadass

"It was in my a-hole..." I eventually muttered, albeit with a hint of indignation.

"What? It was where?" The old sack called me out stat. "Sorry, I'm old! I can't hear childish chatter no more."