Trust Us, We're Salesmenbyshawalphamale©
Eddie Shapiro came out of the sales meeting with a grin on his face. Young, fast thinking, fast talking, he headed up a sales team in home security devices that was doing very well indeed. But some extra incentive for the team was always useful and he thought he knew just how to provide it.
The three other guys coming out of the room lingered for a moment at the reception desk, joking with Anne-Marie. The reason for her popularity had something to do with the fact she was a good looking girl; it had a lot more to do with her natural resources. Although tall and slender she was remarkably well endowed with huge boobs that quivered at every move she made: there was certainly no doubt about the quivers of male excitement they generated at every swing and bounce. Ever since she'd arrived as a temporary receptionist the gossip at the sales meetings had been all about Anne-Marie. Generally along two themes: how active a sex life she led and whether or not she had more silicon in her than an intel storeroom.
Eddie waited until the other guys had finally gone before putting on his well practiced smile as he stopped at the reception desk himself.
"I hear you're leaving us today, Anne-Marie, and after being here only two weeks."
She gave him a cheerful smile in return from a generous mouth in a well tanned face. She wore her hair in a long pony tail style that made her appearance a lot younger than her real age, which was perhaps a tad over thirty. To Eddie she always looked as if she'd come off the set of an old Beach Boy's movie, and the thought of peeling her out of a one-piece swimming costume was one of the constant themes in his most intense fantasies about her. "That's right. I'm sorry to be going but I'm leaving the city altogether."
"Yeah, I heard that as well". The story around the office was that she was from some Mid-Western hicksville joint and going back home with a kid from a recent divorce. He didn't know or care about that, it was only what happened this afternoon that mattered.
"I guess the boss would have liked to say goodbye but he had to go to that big meeting today."
"Sure, I understand."
He could hardly drag his eyes up from the crisp white shirt she was wearing where the lacy top of her bra cups were visible through the thin material. They strained against her row of shirt buttons like virgin Alpine peaks ready to break out in a uncontrollable avalanche as soon as things warmed up enough.
Eddie restrained an urge to groan and instead reached into his shirt pocket. He moved to the right and carefully spread a row of dollar bills on top of the marble counter. Exactly as he'd expected, her eyes watched him with surprise as he laid the money down. Everything he'd planned depended on keeping her looking towards him.
"Listen, Anne-Marie, since this is your last day and all, and things are pretty quiet around here just now, I was wondering if you'd like to do me a favor. A big favor. . ." He grinned, "A couple of real big favors, to tell the truth."
Anne-Marie well knew the effect she had on men, even ones like Eddie that were years younger than her. In fact, especially on men younger than herself. Ever since she'd been at the office she'd been expecting an offer like this. It was a disppointing one though - she'd credited Eddie with more class than just laying down a few dollars in front of her.
"No, no, don't get the wrong idea here, Anne-Marie. What I'm talking about is helping me to motivate the guys in the team. I need something really special to get them to work their butts off next week. OK, I know you won't be here but you could leave something behind that would surely do the job."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's a simple deal and if you'll agree you can take this cash with you as a separation bonus. What I'd like you to do is to go into the meeting room and lock the door behind you. Down at the other end of the room is a video camera on a stand that's hooked up to a TV monitor. Go in there and put the video recorder under the monitor in record mode."
Anne-Marie was as puzzled as before: "And then what?"
"OK, I'll tell you the truth. There's been a lot of arguments among the guys about whether or not you've got some padding tucked away in your bra cups to make your figure look so sensational. Now, myself, I just can't believe that anything that moves that well can be anything but the real thing. But two other guys on the sales team say I've got to be wrong. Phil Trately is with me though - remember when you squeezed past him in the corridor the other day? He swears he could feel that you're a genuine Dolly Parton. So what I'm saying is that if I could offer the guy with the best sales figures next week a tape of you settling the argument for certain it would be a real incentive."
The receptionist tried to frown, then found she was was smiling. This wasn't the most unusual request she'd ever had, but it was close to it, and very flattering. Were all these young studs really so fascinated by her figure?
"And how am I supposed to do that?" She was still smiling, though shaking her head against the implied suggestion.
"That's easy to work out, isn't it? Just strip off your shirt and bra for one minute and show the camera what's really there. That's all I'm asking you to do."
She tried to look shocked: "Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. I can't get the guys to talk about their sales problems now. All they want to do is to keep asking each other if they've seen the way you bounce around at every step. It's like a bunch of Alaskan trappers sitting around swapping yarns about Big Foot. Well, I'm not interested in legends, I want to see the real proof on a video tape so there's nothing more to argue about. And when the guys know what I've got on the tape they'll be killing each other to watch the action. So how about it?"
"You want me to go in there and take my clothes off in front of the camera? Is that what you're asking me to do?" She looked at him with wide open eyes, then down at her front as if just noticing all the weight she was carrying around.
She wasn't refusing, she was just asking for some more sales work from him before finally agreeing. Every instinct was telling him he had a deal if he just kept working at it.
"Only the top half of your clothes, Anne-Marie. Just so we can scan our eyes over the broad acres and marvel at nature's bounty. Honestly, we'll all watch it in a quiet and respectful way, I promise you. I certainly will."
She shook her head in amused reproof: "I just bet you will. And when will that be?"
"You can keep the tape until you finish work. But I can guarantee that two minutes afterwards I'll be in that meeting room watching it. After all I deserve a little sneak preview before I pay you, don't I?"
The woman felt now that she could see what was developing. All this talk about the tape was just a ploy to break the ice, to make her more agreeable to something else after work. Well, Anne-Marie had had a few thoughts about Eddie Shapiro herself. He was tall and well built, a sharp dresser and a smart guy obviously making a lot of money. And she wasn't all that excited about going back to her parent's home anyway, especially dragging Junior along with her.
OK, so it was true that Eddie was younger than her, but maybe that could be worked around. If he was trying to say she might play an important role in his life, she ought to consider it. But she mustn't make herself look to cheap or eager. On the other hand, give him a real good show and he'd be screaming for a date. Turn him down flat and nothing would happen, and nothing was something she'd already got plenty of right now.
"If I were to do it, the door would stay locked the whole time."
"No problem at all, no problem at all. You can lock it yourself and know it's secure."
"How do I know that TV in there isn't connected up to another one around here? I might be giving a show to everybody in the building."
"Why would I do anything for the rest of the building? And you know there's only one TV set in these offices. Check the cable, you'll see there's only the one that connects the camera to the recorder and the monitor - everything's above board, Anne-Marie, I swear it."
"Eddie, I don't know about this. . ."
"We're the only ones here right now, the door will be locked and you'll be picking up some useful cash. What's more you'll be helping me out in a big way. Look, here's another forty bucks. Stand up right now and walk into that sales room and I'll give you this forty as a down payment. Come on, Anne-Marie, for me, please?"
She giggled, holding her hands up in front of her face as if too embarrassed to let him see it. He rolled up the forty dollars, leaned forward and carefully slipped it into the top of her shirt: "Please . . ."
She made it seem she was giving in to his pleadings, not to the money: "OK, alright, just for you, just this once. But only as a favor to you."
Eddie couldn't believe it, couldn't believe he'd sold her so easily. He fought to hide his triumph. "Great, great. Now go in there and slay them, kid. Break a leg!"
Smiling ruefully, Anne-Marie came out from behind the reception desk. Matching her shirt was a black short skirt slit at the back halfway up her shapely thighs. Eddie led the way to the meeting room and held the door open for her.
"I appreciate this, Anne-Marie, I really do."
She stopped at the doorway: "But who's going to answer the phone and deal with any visitors?"
"I will, of course. In you go. Oh, and there's a tube of body cream on the table as well." He lifted up his hands and made circular motions with them in front of his chest. "I thought maybe you'd like to rub some of it around a little, just to have something to do. And to make the show a little more interesting."
Anne-Marie couldn't help being amused at his nerve: "I'll have to think about that." With a last faint smile still on her lips she finally stepped inside the meeting room and shut the door.
Listening carefully, Eddie heard the lock on the other side click shut. Taking a deep breath he wiped his damp palms and headed back to the reception desk, opened the main door and called down the corridor: "Guys!"
Rosco Mordian and Phil Trately shot out around the corner. "What's happening?" Phil asked eagerly.
"I've got her inside, but I've no idea if Joey managed to sneak into the meeting room while I was talking to her. I didn't dare look in that direction."
"We saw him go into the fire escape staircase ten minutes ago so he should have had plenty of time to walk up and slip inside." Rosco said. Like Phil and Eddie, he was a big guy, which was why he wasn't with Joey hiding under the table in the meeting room. At least they all hoped that was where Joey Cruven was.
"OK, if he is in there he should be able to let us in. Lock the outer door and take Anne-Marie's phone off the hook. We wouldn't want to be disturbed once we've got her on her back."
The other two grunted in approval and quickly obeyed Eddie. As frustrated as a pack of starving wolves they prowled around the entrance to the meeting room, each one praying for good luck.
"Even if we catch her with her gear off, will we be able to get a feel of her tits?" Phil asked.
"Never mind feeling them," Rosco answered curtly. "I want to fuck the bitch until she gets whiplash of the udders." He made motions of scratching at the closed door with outstretched fingers like a frustrated cat: "Come on, Joey, you useless prick, come on."
"He'll have to wait," Eddie reminded them. "When she's stripped off he'll let us in. Then leave the talking to me."
Hardly had he closed his mouth than there was a sudden feminine squeal of surprise and outrage from inside the room. The door swung open and the salesmen burst into the room like a police drug squad, with Eddie slamming the door shut behind them and re-locking it. Only then did he turn around and examine the scene.
The big polished conference table in the middle had two guys on one side of it, Phil and Roscoe. Joey was on the other side, grinning at everybody in his triumph of sneaking out from under the table and opening the door. Anne-Marie had been facing the camera, about four or five steps back, with a chair in front of her. Hanging on the back of the chair was a bra that seemed a lot smaller without her inside it. The receptionist had snatched up her shirt and was holding it between herself and the camera as she squinted back over her left shoulder at the intruders.
Seeing her bared back with the bra line still patterned on the exposed skin made Eddie's pulse run even more quickly. He instantly moved forward, pushing past the other guys and grinning at the woman. It was absolutely vital that he should break her resistance before she rallied from the shock of the unexpected situation.
"Sorry about this, Anne-Marie, but I suddenly decided that it was this week that all the guys really needed motivating."
"You bastards!" she snapped, obviously as mad as hell.
"I was watching her from under the table," Joey gabbled. "I mean, I was watching the TV. She's huge, you guys, and she was greasing her nipples up and grinning at the camera like a total slut. Man, you gotta see what she has on offer."
"Oh, we will," Eddie said happily. "Believe me, honey, whatever you were doing for yourself, we can do it better."
The sales guys were all grinning, getting closer every second as Anne-Marie stared them, humiliated and furious, with her mind spinning around in circles. What could she do? There was only one door and no way of reaching it, so she was trapped between a twelve storey window and four horny young men with nothing to fend them off but an unbuttoned shirt. Swell!
"Come on, guys, you could get into trouble for this," she pleaded. "Real trouble."
"What for?" Eddie asked with a cheerful smile. "You came in here and took your shirt and bra off after I asked you to let the sales team feel your tits. That's my story anyway - hell, I've even got a video tape of you stripping off without anybody laying a finger on you. Never mind what you were doing to yourself afterwards when you getting ready for us. Still, that's not going to be as interesting as the rest of the tape is going to be. They'll love it in Thirty Three, Warren Street, Redmont, Kansas."
Anne-Marie blanched as she realised that Eddie somehow knew her parent's address. In fear she moved her eyes back to the monitor screen. Behind her on the screen were the guy's hungry faces with Eddie closest, standing almost directly behind her. His hands came onto the screen, gripping her upper arms.
"Listen, honey, one quick feel for each of us, that's all we want. That's not going to hurt you any, is it?" The hands slipped lower, down to her elbows, under the edges of her shirt. She hunched up and pushed backwards, trying to fend him off.
Eddie responded by dipping into his pocket and bringing out a small and brightly colored aerosol can: "Anne-Marie, if you don't behave I'm going to spray this up underneath that shirt. It's anti-intruder dye and once I do that it means you'll have a pair of purple boobs for the next two months. It'd be kind of embarrassing to have to explain that away to the old boyfriends back home, wouldn't it?"
His other hand was back where it had been before. Now it was sliding past her elbow.
"Anne-Marie, I'm trying to talk to you but I'm not hearing much back. Do you want me to put this can away or not?"
He was stroking the bottom of her left breast, sliding his fingers around onto the the slippery area where she'd already spread the cream. She said: "Oh God. Put it away, please, Eddie. You lying, loathsome asshole."
He did put the can away, but then gripped her ponytail and pulled it hard. "I don't like being talked to in that way. Say you're sorry, Anne-Marie."
He tugged the ponytail again, even harder this time, hard enough to make her teeth rattle: "Say 'sorry', Anne-Marie, or it's the spray and then that tape going to your folks' home. So what do you say now, honey?"
She knew a lot of things she wanted to say but dared not to: "I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm sorry."
"That's a good girl." His other hand was also under her shirt now, both of them advancing onto what had become uncontested territory. She could see them on the monitor screen, like two alien lifeforms moving around underneath the folds of the shirt she was still futilely holding up. The screen also showed the other guy's jealous expressions as Eddie kept on stroking her breasts until his fingers were lightly brushing the tips of her nipples. She was red faced with embarrassment at the knowledge that she was being used like a hooker in front of all the guys. Eddie chuckled as if he was reading her mind, before he spoke softly into her ear.
"Anne-Marie, you can hold onto that shirt if you like, but you're still going to finish up on top of that table butt naked while I screw you in front of the guys."
She squealed softly in protest, against him and against his treachery, and then again because her own nipples were betraying her by stiffening to his touch. He laughed again, putting his palms underneath those obvious signs of her arousal and lifting them up so they were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
"Look at these, guys, and just because I told her she was going to get a public fucking!"
Anne-Marie groaned helplessly at Eddie's taunts as his buddies watched him humiliate her. But what could she do against his blackmail and his tight grip on her?
"Turn around and face the guys, there's a nice big girl."
The gloating was even more evident as he swung her round with a few crabbing steps, still keeping his position at her back as he turned her like a partner in some kind of grotesque dance until she was facing into the room and the rest of the sales team. Under their smirks she tried to avoid their eyes by staring down at the carpet. There was a rich pattern of curling roses in it that seemed an unlikely pattern for an office floor covering and she wondered why she'd never noticed it before.
Eddie was speaking in hoarser tones now: "OK, I think what would be fun right now would be for you guys to take her skirt off. How about that, hey?"
There were eager male grunts of assent from the men as they moved in like leopards pouncing on a fallen deer. Their hands unzipped and unbuttoned her clothing until she squealed in futile protest as the skirt slid down into an untidy heap on top of the roses.
"Well done, guys. I think you all deserve a feel for that. Joey, you opened the door, so you can be first in the queue."
Joey was eager, putting his hands up underneath the shirt and taking a tight grip on her nipples in the spaces that Eddie's own hands allowed. Anne-Marie was bent forward from the waist, as the smaller guy positioned her to his satisfaction whilst other hands roamed around and underneath her exposed panties. Surrounded and fondled everywhere she twisted around in an unbreakable trap, blushing and moaning.
"Jesus Christ, they're real alright," Joey said happily. "Christ, but I'm going to make them bounce around before I'm finished with her. How about we all take a look at them?"
"Anything you want," Eddie agreed. "Anne-Marie, I think it's time you let that shirt go." He emphasised his words with sharp fingernails that sank deep into the soft flesh just behind her nipples.
He was clearly intent on her obeying him, so she did. She lowered the shirt, feeling the folds of the material sliding down along the tops of her breasts until they were fully exposed. She heard the men muttering with fervent approval at what they saw.
"Fucking beautiful. . .", "Look at the size of those mother fuckers!"
Then Eddie put his hands underneath them and bounced her around in triumphant possession: "Come on you, guys, there's plenty for everybody. Step right up and help yourselves."