Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 03

"Here come the judge, pussycat!" He prompted me. "My employees gotta speak in plain terms! So, straight talk, Mrs. DeLuca!"

"Shoot... Oh man..." I heaved a desperate sigh as I realized that the course of action was inevitable. "It was deep in my a§§. It was in my a$$hole, sir!"

OMG! I'm so not a fan of saying these words out loud (or writing them down, ayk). I don't even talk dirty in the bedroom! Even though I felt low-key cornered here, I still wasn't ready to fully submit. And yet, the old man's suggestion was too reckless, so I had to concede a little. Otherwise, the consequences would be out of my control.

At the end of the day, the equation was simple. He was the boss and could easily recover. I, otoh, was just an employee who could be fired with the snap of a finger. This was basic! Thank God, I got a reward for my concession. More precisely, the grip on my pussy ceded. In its place, the filthy swine started to softly stroke my vajayjay. Yasss! The sensations in my loins grew and eased the pain of failure. #YouHaveBeenTrolled

"You said top model, chromedome. But those shoes don't scream model to me! They don't fit the skanky slut." Graybeard filled the brief silence.

Oh, please! What was he harping on about? I looked at my black 2" wedge pumps. They were real comfy and that was the most important aspect in my line of work. Everything else was secondary. Priorities! #ComfortZone

"You're right, old sod! Good catch!" Mr. von Swine was fully on-board. "Have you ever seen a top model wearing such grannie loafers."

Holy moly! What a drag! My face when I felt the burn. The shame was next level, and it burned on my cheeks scorching hot. In response, I looked down at the ground. This was so out of character for me! To make matters worse, the boss' hand was gone from my pussy. Hard to believe, but it was instantly missed. I really longed to have that vice grip back on my plump pussy. No cap! #IronyOfLife

B4 I knew it, the two old-timers became giddy like puppies and picked out a bunch of shoes for me. Granted, being treated as a model was a nice appreciation of my athletic figure and graceful posture (even if it was only as a trashy reality show contestant). ATST, however, it objectified me as a glorified display dummy when I should be working as a creative visionary for the Vonderstore and design new visual merchandise strategies. Once again, I was torn! #CreateYourBestSelf

Strictly speaking, the Vonderstone label hasn't produced or sold shoes so far. Since the brand expansion, however, we carry some special footwear to go with the lingerie line. Accordingly, it's a collection of exotic crazy-heels that are legit eye-catchers. Frankly, the shoes have one task only, they're supposed to make men's hearts beat faster. #FierceFootwear

OFC, you want me to spill the tea about the shoes the boomer boys picked out for me, right guys? OK, fine, let me dish! First, the company owner chose a pair of high heels that were surprisingly exquisite. Once again, he proved his fashion sense, as the green color was a lit fit with my uniform top.

I know, more details (but don't you dare griping about boring technical terms, my Holligans). To make it short, the heels were a pair of green suede sandals with a 5.5" stiletto heel, 1.5" platform, and double ankle strap. Mosdef, the gold glitter embellishments on the instep and heel were the flashy highlights. So amaze!

N2S, the old pals weren't content with me modeling the glittery heels in the back section. So, they selected the aisle between the men's and women's department as my runway. Consequently, I had to walk from the back to the front, parading the high heels all the way across the store b4 returning to the lingerie area. #EveryHallwayIsARunway

Like any true fashionista, I had worn my fair share of fierce footwear, so I was no stranger to high heels. Even though I had full command of my 'heel-to-toe' walk, it was high-key difficult to adapt that style to a catwalk (aka strutting in one-line by crossing your legs). A couple of times, I almost tempted fate. Whenever I took a step too big, I quickly had to regain my balance. The struggle was real! But my ballet training paid off in the end. Yeet! #BalletCatwalk

Nywy, the next two pairs got selected by Graybeard who doesn't really have a feel for anything en vogue. Accordingly, his selections were rather bland and basic. His second choice, however, proved to be a challenge. The bowling bloke opted for a pair of black heels with zipper-look and wrap-around straps. At first glance, high-key boring! At second glance, however, the 6" heel height caught the eye! Mosdef, a height I wasn't used to, especially since the shoes had no platform. As a result, I had to walk on tip toes, so I could only take tiny steps. What a balancing act!

LMTY, the sky-high heel lengthened my legs and forced my back to arch. The slimming effect was lit as it created a super attractive silhouette. I looked taller and sharper while I walked more gracefully and confident. And yet, a part of me was low-key disappointed. There were no customers in the store to see me kill it on the runway. Then again, I so didn't want a bunch of randos to see me like this. After all, I had a reputation to defend. The conflict was real! #ReputationMatters

FWIW, Mr. von Swine took the reins for the last sequence. Proving his flair for drama, he chose a unique piece of dark fashion. Believe me, I had to gulp when he held the shoes in front of my nose. They looked excessive! They were legit special! After the previous heels had been so disappointingly bland, however, I actually appreciated it. #FaceItNoBasic

NGL, the name 'crazy heels' was well deserved, as it was a pair of black matte knee boots with lacing at the front. The crazy part referred to the 7.5" heel and 3.5" platform. I gotta admit that I had never seen boots that high in my life! The moment I put them on, however, something clicked and everything made sense. Not only did they change my posture, but they also changed my behavior. Suddenly, all my moves and feels were super sexual. No doubt about it, the term 'hooker hoofers' makes sense! These sky-high platform boots looked like they were made for strippers exclusively. Bet! #LadiesOfTheNight

Oh jeez! These huge platforms forced me to literally prance like a pony (instead of catwalk like a model, fyi)! I did my best to take long strides and put one foot in front of the other. Imagine walking on a rope. It was hella hard! As a result, my fashion walk took extra long, giving the boomer boys the opportunity to check me out from all angles. Needless to say, I basked in the attention. But it also distracted me, so I swayed and staggered harder than ever. In the end, I was beyond happy to make it to the entrance without accident. In all honesty, it would have been a disaster without my ballet training! Think lotsa slip-n-slide action.

And then the door opened and a customer walked in. He almost bumped into me, getting an eyeful of my big booty. Remember the black wetlook shorts? They're so tight that my bubble butt gets squashed and the lower half of my bodacious buns bulges out underneath. The horror!

"Hey, Frank! I see the weekend's started. You're acting frankly already, huh?" The newcomer shouted across the sales room. "Man, I can't leave you n Richard alone for 5 mins. You're cruisin' for a bruisin'. What else is new?"

Holy cow! The oldie-come-lately totally caught me off guard. That's why I stood at the entrance paralyzed with fear. Thank God, it was another one of Mr. von Stein's old pals. The realization made me relax, but it didn't make me move. Instead, I remained standing still until the next boomer had mustered me from head to toe. Sweet geez! What was this? An old boys' club or a bingo party for seniors? Shake my head!

No matter what, there's a lot to unpack here. First, I finally learned that the company owner is called Frank and his gray-haired pal is Richard. Completing the trio is Carl who's a bald poc. Most of the time, they call each other by their nicknames (which are so old they're hanging in there like sagging skin, ftfy). So guys, say hello to Frank-the-Tank, Rip, and Carlito. All of these names must be sarcastic. In reality, Frank is anything but swole and Richard looks so scrawny that his body could never get ripped. Carl is the polar opposite of short, bc he's real big and hella burly. He actually looks like he played football as an offensive lineman in the past (which must have been in a land b4 our time).

Wtvr! Mr. Lineman didn't come to the store for shopping. Instead, the trio had an appointment with the golf course. So, he looked on fleek, wearing a typical golf outfit with a knitted sweater and khakis. See, my Holligans, I wasn't far off! Bingo or old men fetch, what's the difference, right?

Nywy, a huge part of me was relieved! I so wasn't ready for a bunch of randos watching me model the hooker hoofers. Then again, a small part of me was overjoyed to have a growing audience. After all, it's not every day that you slay it on the runway, is it? The conflict was killing me! #RunwayQueen

"That the pseudo primadonna you told me 'bout, Tank?" Carlito asked, still shouting across the room to make sure his old pal could hear him. "You know, the fake fashion floozy trying out as a model?"

Ohmigawd! The... what! Excuse me? Who else had the company owner told about me? I felt like the whole world was in the know about our encounter and it shook me to the core! Truth be told, I was so devastated that I couldn't even look at Tia, who was standing in the woman's department watching the scene unfold. #BystanderEffect

And then all hell broke loose! Out of the blue, I felt a blow on my butt. My face when the slap hit me. My eyes snapped open, and my gaze shot up from the floor. I had expected anything but that. Even though the strike was a far cry from the patriarch's harsh smacks, it still made my big buns wobble! After all, my glorious glutes were hanging halfway out of the wetlook shorts. This was hectic! #BlondeMoment

"That's your secret sign, innit?" Lineman said with a triumphant tone in his voice.

Ohmigosh! The big fella slapped my ass b4 he even said hello. Can you believe it? How cocky can you be? And yet, it wasn't the worst part. That honor goes to the fact that he took it for granted and instantly ordered me around in the most casual way ever! This was outrageous! It should have gotten me into a tizzy! But I had bigger issues to slay.

BION, the giant geezer wasn't just overbearing, he was totally indiscreet. Why didn't he step outside and use a microphone to announce it to the whole mall? Let's air all the dirty laundry and blare out all the juicy details, shall we? Does anybody else know the feeling of shame that burns scalding hot on your cheeks? I legit felt like my skin was about to melt from the heat. ATST, though, my vajizzle was spasming like it was literally hyperventilating. #EmbarrassmentOfRiches

At least, the slap to the butt got me going. Stumbling forward, I needed a few steps to regain my balance. And then the bystander effect struck! It had a huge impact, so hear me out. In theory, the presence of others affects performance. When you're confident in your ability to accomplish a task, spectators improve performance. Since I was unfamiliar with the sky-high platform boots, however, the opposite happened for me. My performance deteriorated, so I staggered and swayed more than ever. Halfway down the lane, I came dangerously close to tripping over my own feet. No more slaying the runway, but failing at modeling. The shame was real! #ChokingUnderPressure

LMTY, it was a rocky road back to the lingerie section. It actually felt like the longest walk ever. The hooker hoofers literally made me shaky on my pins, so I barely made it up the stairs. Passing the two boomer boys, their collective grin couldn't have been any more smug. #FawnOnWobblyLegs

"That's a nice lil primadonna prance you got going there." Mr. von Swine welcomed me back.

"What you say, Rip? Don't you think Mrs. DeLuca should keep wearing those boots for the rest of her shift?" He suggested as if he were some sorta mentor.

"Yeah! The fashion floozy needs any training she can get." The bowling bloke immediately endorsed the proposal and even adopted the new nickname. "These boots are made for working, right?"

Holy smokes! I should have known better! But in all honesty, I wasn't expecting this. Granted, I was easy prey after failing my catwalk, but this was going too far! This was too unfair! Nonetheless, I didn't say a word or throw shade, bc I didn't want to complain. I already looked like a loser, so I didn't want to sound like a whiny millennial too! Believe me, I could already hear the boomer talk and that was enough to make my pussy throb. No cap! #LowHangingFruits

Wtvr! With my uniform adjusted, the golf gang waltzed out of the store. They looked like a jovial group of old boys ready for some weekend fun and they left behind a young fashion floozy who was hornier than ever. What the hell? After putting on such a lit show, I deserved a reward, don't you agree guys? In fact, I would have done anything to get my hands (or rather holes) on the boss' boner. But someone cheered too soon! I didn't even get another touch of my clit or squeeze of my pussy. Instead, the old boys let me stew in my juices. I gotta say, my arousal had never been so high. In truth, I had never felt so needy b4. This sucked balls! #DesperatelyNeed

The only thing that cheered me up was my bae approaching me and telling me that she was so jealous. She would have given her right arm to be in my place and model those crazy heels for Matt and his fratbros. Her words, not mine. Bet! #EnvyMeChallenge

So, what do you say, my Holligans? Do you think my new boots suit me? Did I blow a major opportunity here? I'm low-key twisted! Should I have thrown myself at the old-school owner instead of playing it cool? Now, the chance is gone and I'm left with lust in my loins. XOXO

---How to casually slide into someone's DMs without being weird---

*SirBelty: It's obvious to everyone but you, holly honey. You're meant to be a living display dummy. Those three old guys only see you as a walking goodtime! That's all you'll ever be. Something to look at! If you're a good Holly Dummy, you might even graduate to a porno pet. Then maybe one of them will lower his standards and stick his dick in your holes (again). #YouShouldBeSoLucky*

Oh hey, Belty! Interesting thoughts you got there. I agree with some and disagree with others. You're obs right about modeling. My looks are fire and on fleek for a lingerie model! No cap! It's not my current career focus, but it's always good to have options, don't you agree? And that's where you're wrong. I got options! So, you made a spelling error: 'maybe I will lower my standards...'. There, corrected it for you! Thank me later! Still, not happening, though...

* Dicktator69: LOL! Lemme summarize for you! First, it was oh-so-cringe that your old-ass boss mounted his fashion horse, rode you hard n put you away wet. But now u can't think bout anything else. Your panties get wet just thinking bout his iron fist owning your a$$ (like literally, I bet). Someone needs a boss bang and bad. Face it, b!tch, the owners living rent free in your head.*

Oh gee! Hella vigilant of you to notice! A legit fashionista! Still, a tricky question! I gotta admit that the big boss keeps sliding into my mind (btw, is that the boomer version of sliding into my dms?). Even though I can't really explain it, I think I thirst for his attention bc I want him to acknowledge me. I want his recognition for being the best salesgirl! Swearsies, it's nothing sexual. It's about proving it to the doubters and convincing them with my competence. Bet!

* Anonymous: For f**ks sake! If you wanna get gangbanged by a geezer gang so f**king bad, just drop your pants n let it happen! At least you'd have some exciting s**t to write about. Not this psychobabble that nobody wants to read. #DeedsNotWords #StupidBitch*

Oh boy! Maybe, I wasn't precise enough in my wording. To be clear, I'm not looking for a gangbang or foursome or anything like that. That's your fantasies talking. However, I agree that actions are important. That being said, this blog is about me processing my feels. So, you'll have to live with the psychobabble. Sorry, not sorry! But OK! From now on, I'll try to keep the touchy-feely talk short and sweet. You'll get plenty of action instead. Promise!

Phew! I bet you guys can tell that these comments left me on the fence. I hate to admit it, but reading them made me hornier than ever, leaving me all hot-and-bothered in front of my notebook. I guess I have to look at hot pics and reblog sexy photos now. Sigh!

---How to sell anything to anybody and make it a success---

*BlazedBabe: hey hun! luv how brave you are to share your emotions, even when they're conflicting. it takes real balls (pun intended). so don't let those creeps n mean tweets intimidate you. always remember your true fashion fam got your back. You got mad hustle n a dope soul. just keep slaying, girl!*

Aw thanx, girl! I gotta say the support from my loyalistas is lit! It gives me so much strength. More precisely, it legit motivates me to give you guys the latest breaking news from current events.

FYI, Tia was off today bc she had a doctor's appointment. That left me alone with Matt in the store. What could possibly go wrong, right? More than you might think! Ever since our resident fratboy has become the store manager, his homies (or rather his 'top bros' as he likes to call them) come over for lunch on the reg. Those lunch breaks mostly end with the fratsters sharing the hottest gossip from college. As per ushe, they're trying to outflex each other by bragging about the latest b!tches they banged or plan on banging. Go figure! #FratboysWillBeFratboys

Today, two of his favorite among the top bros came by the Vonderstore. They're the same age as Matt, so they've already graduated from college. Still, they're Yamos alumni, so their conversation almost exclusively revolves around their old college experiences. After all, that's the only topic that matters, right? #Ties4Life

JSYK, both guys are in no way inferior to the douchebro. Actually, they look even more preppy, iykwim. As far as details go, I can tell you that one of them is named Ben. He's easy to spot, bc he wears his hair over-gelled and slicked back. Oh, he also loves to wear sky-blue polos with popped collars. Yikes! The other bro's name is Ryan. He always sports a carefully styled 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look and mostly wears pink polos. Judging by their looks, it's safe to say they haven't evolved a bit since their frat days.

NTL, we're supposed to keep an open mind, so never judge a book by its cover, right? No matter what, the three fratsters lounged around in the manager's office while leaving the door open. Since Matt runs the store, they expect to have carte blanche. That's why they didn't hold back. Meanwhile, I was stacking the shelves near the office. As per ushe, our mean manager had given me the most menial task. Consequently, I got to hear every stupid joke in existence. Granted, the three dudebros are like a well-oiled machine for demeaning sex jokes, hypermasculine posturing, and insults about women's looks. It would have been impressive if it wasn't so misogynistic. #EyeRoll

Oh, wait! You guys want a taste of it, don't you? OFC, you do! So, here's an extra cringe example.

"Remember that Aaron dude? Why did he major in anatomy again?" I heard Ben ask into the room, reminiscing.

"That's an old one, bro! Still a sweet one, tho! Cuz he thought he'd get to study a-broad!" His tousle-headed bro responded.