Sell Me.

I got into the office at around ten, Michelle was already waiting with my coffee and the weekend report. She had been my secretary for a little over two years and was constantly forcing me to raise her salary. I was certain that she had managed to climb her way to being the highest paid secretary in the country. And it wasn’t through malicious acts, but by being that good at her job. She was a mixed race woman in her early thirties, she was the perfect blend of Dominican and American. She wasn’t what you would typically describe as a Latino, but she was almost there.

”Sunday was a good day for a chance,” she began, ”How was your weekend?”

”Saturday I fished off the coast with a buddy, and yesterday I led a charter Shark spotting.” I told her.

”And how was your wife’s weekend?”

”No idea, you know if I had my way she’d be the chum I used to lure in the sharks.” My wife and I had married two years ago, and as soon as the ring was on her finger she brought out her true colours, which were various shades of green.

”No offence sir, but I know a pretty good lawyer.” she told me, divorce had been on my mind for a little under two years. But with her it didn’t seem like an option.

”Two months ago I asked her if she would go away for a million. But she just smiled and shook her her head. She wants it all, you see. She thinks she deserves it all.” I told her as I walked into my office, she followed behind and put the coffee down onto the desk with the report.

”So what have I got today?” I asked her.

She didn’t even need to check her notes or diary, she just replied, ”Promoting one of the office staff to team leader. I’ve left the two candidates and their information at the back of the weekend report.”

”Maybe I could marry you.” I joked.

”No that wouldn’t be any better for you,” she calmly replied, ”Because I truly deserve it all.” she said with a smile as she left the office.

At least with her I had regular sex whenever I wanted it, I thought to myself as I sat down.

I flipped through the file and then the profiles of the two candidates, both females who have sold my security systems to more people than anyone combined. I knew that Michelle was going to call for them individually at my request, just like at my request on Friday when she fired the team leader I’m about to replace.
The job was an easy one, teach your own selling skills to those below you and make them better. But sadly Carla failed to teach what she knew. Onwards and upwards.

”Michelle, I’m ready for the first one,” I told her over the phone. A few minutes later and she was showing in a young girl who I had obviously never seen before. She looked presentable enough, with a knee length skirt and tights. She wore a vest top underneath a blazer. She had her attire down nicely, but I wasn’t sure about the purple streaks in her hair.

”Please, take a seat,” I greeted as I directed her to a chair. ”As I’m sure you know, I own Rylock, and after reading up on you I can say with honesty that Rylock is a better company for having you.”

”Thank you,” her smile was a shy one, and her eyes looked quite sad, but then I assumed that was down to her being mixed race.

”That’s assuming that your name is Eva, that is.”

”Um, no, no it’s Abigail.” she replied.

”Oh, well that’s a shame, she must be up after you.” I told her, I was joking of course, but I wanted her to fight for what I was offering. I didn’t want someone to loose a step just because the boss knows their good.
”Well, Abigail, what I’m looking for is a new team leader. Carla lacked drive, once she got the role she slipped backwards and that’s not what I need or want. I want somebody that’s going to grab the rest of them by the scruff of the necks and make them better. Unfortunately I can’t make you both team leaders, so this is your chance to take a huge step forward.”

”Okay,” she said with an affirmative nod.

”I want you to sell me on your underwear.” I told her.

I’d never seen the colour drain from somebodies face like that before, it was as if she had the life sucked right out of her. Like a deer in headlights she didn’t know what to do or say next.

”Ex-excuse me?” was all she could get out.

”I don’t need security, and I’m not going to ask you to sell me this goddamn pen, because I don’t need any of these things. I want you to make me want to go out and buy the underwear that you’re wearing. I want to believe that I’d never be able to look at a woman in anything else.”

”Um, okay, right,” she stammered.

I leaned back in my chair and watched her for a moment, ”Hey if you can’t do it then don’t panic, just means I won’t have to think of something else for Eva to sell me on.” I told her. The moment I uttered Eva’s name I saw her eyes dart to mine, she knew that Eva was the favourite, and she didn’t want to lose this promotion.

”The law of averages states that you have to go through eighty people saying No, before you get one Yes. Well do you know how I have managed to get that eighty down to ten? Oh that’s right, I get a Yes in every ten attempts,”

The confidence that had been sucked out of her was beginning to build again, I watched her shift in her seat as her comfort level began to rise.

”I get one Yes from ten people telling me No, because I’m never uncomfortable. I’m always at complete ease and never the same girl twice.” she told me as she began to slowly get to her feet. She kicked off her shoes as she rounded the desk and then sat on the edge of it. She brought her foot up and placed it on my knee,

”You feel that?” she asked sliding her foot up and down my thigh, ”the way my foot glides up and down your leg? Feel it,” she told me as she brought her foot up again and placed it in my hand.
”That’s not the everyday feel, I’ve almost never felt anything softer against my legs. Do you like the way it feels against Your skin?” she asked.

Her foot slipped from my hand and she brought it up to my face, I was the owner of a multi-million dollar company, and right now an employee was rubbing my cheek with her foot. I glanced to her crotch and saw her thighs, ”Stockings.” I murmured under my breath.

”The best stockings you’ve ever felt.” she told me as she unzipped the back of her skirt. She stood back to her feet and let it drop to the floor. She revealed her black panties and turned on her heel to face away from me, giving me a view of her perfectly shaped ass.

”Do you see how the fabric of my panties stick to my skin? They seem almost like a tattoo, providing me with complete comfort whatever the position I’m in. It feels as though I’m not wearing any at all. And yet,” she stopped mid-sentence and slipped her thumbs down the back of them, ”Slipping them on or off is so easy, once you get them over your cheeks, they practically…” she stopped again as she pushed the panties down over her ass, and they they slipped down her legs, ”…drop off.”

I watched her slowly turn her hips, she hooked her panties with her foot and raised them, she leaned against the desk and made sure I couldn’t see her vagina as she raised her leg and dropped her panties right in my lap.

She span back around to face away from me as she slid free of her blazer.