Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Erica Neimann. I am 39 years old and married, although not happily so like everyone else pretends to be, to my third husband. I am also a mother five beautiful girls, Julia, Shantel, Monique, Raquell, and April who are ages 15, 10, 9, 7, and 1 respectively. My current job is the regional head of marketing for the West Coast for a major blue chip business but I wasn't always so successful.
When I graduated from college with a marketing degree and I have always had a job in my own field, which isn't all too common these days, but at the tender age of 22, I had nothing but failure. My first job was in sales and I went, more or less, door-to-door trying to sell people cutlery. It wasn't something I planned to do for the rest of my life and it wasn't something that I would be forced to do. I worked there for about six months before my manager told me he had to let me go. I was way behind the average in sales and I couldn't quite understand why.
I was always popular, even if not madly popular like the head cheerleader in high school or anything like that but I was with a comfortable group of friends, many of which I have to this day. The same is true for college, but that's only because to be a popular girl in college you have to dress like a slut, bisexual, be a constant tease, and put out. I wasn't too interested in doing any of those things. Don't get me wrong I'm no prude. I lost my virginity when I was 17 and had sex with my boyfriends but I was never too interested in sharing him with another woman or letting any of my boyfriends and their buddies double up on me. Anyway, my point is that I have good social skills, but somehow I just couldn't "make the sell."
My second and third jobs out of college were no less catastrophes, though each one gave me less and less of a chance to hit my sales quota. I was really beginning to question if I had chosen the right field at that point in my life. Money was less and less and my student loan officer became more and more persistent that I should pay off my loans, or at least the minimums. My relationship with my boyfriend was strained because I had mooched off of him so much and I was probably moody and constantly, well, abnormal because I was such a failure at work.
Then what seemed like a miracle happened. I got a job selling cars and trucks to corporations. The kind of sales that really brought in the big dough if you managed to sell 20 trucks to a construction firm or something like that. Really I got the job more out of pity, as I had known the daughter of the man who would become my boss from high school. He said that he would, "Give me a shot."
I gave it my all on that job. I dressed in my very best the first time I went to meet a client. I was confident, agreeable and had read every last bit of literature dealing with the company, the company I would be selling to, and the products, in this case automobiles, I was going to try to sell. My technique, as far as I could tell, was perfect and all of my answers were quick and direct but somehow success alluded me again. I was devastated. My second attempt was just as perfectly executed and these people really NEEDED what I had to offer, but they still weren't convinced.
At this point my boss, "Jake," but who I as more comfortable calling Mr. Tumbleton from years of being his daughter's friend, came to me. "Erica," he said, "I hear your last client didn't work out either. That's ok really, but I thought we had a sure shot lined up there. I know you're trying your best and I can see that. I really appreciate the dedication really I do but we've got to have sales."
By this point in the conversation I was already crying. The world was conspiring against me. Despite all of the training and the effort and the research I had done and my immeasurable social skills, I was about to lose my 4th job. This time I'd end up in the poor house I'm sure. No one would hire a stupid girl who couldn't sell knives, appliances, cars, or anything to people who desperately needed it.
"Erica, Erica," he said moving towards me, "Its alright, I'm going to give you one more shot. I just didn't want to give you a surprise if I had to let you go later. I've never had anyone so dedicated as you and Hillary," who was his daughter, by the way, " would never forgive me if I was so short with you. Besides, I really don't want to fire that cute little girl who ate so many odd dinners with us."
It took some time for me to compose myself. He had me in his arms at that point and when I was all together I looked up at him and managed to put on a smile. "Thanks Mr. Tumbleton. I'll do my absolute best to make this sale. I really appreciate all you've done for me, even if I haven't deserved it all." When that was said he laughed, I gave him a peck on the cheek and went to go find out whom my next client would be.
As it turned out my client would be a construction agency. They were interested in buying as many as 6 trucks to be used for a variety of heavy towing and hauling purposes. I felt pretty confident. I wasn't a huge sell by our company's standards. Even though I already knew everything I needed to know about the trucks I would be selling, I read up on them. I found everything I could on exactly the kind of work the company did so that I could best tailor my presentation to their needs.
When finally the day came I was excited beyond words and certainly more than any girl should be about doing work! My boyfriend, Dan, was excited too. He probably knew that if I did well he wouldn't have to support me anymore and of course he'd probably look forward to some wild, wet, hard and steamy celebratory sex later that day. I was dressed my very best in a blouse and power-suit. Under the skirt I had some dark panty-hose and, of course, a thong and just so no one's imagination runs off with them, I also wore a bra to keep in place my very average B cup breasts. Dan gave me a kiss, I grabbed my things, and it was off to work. There was no way that I would fail today!
At the client's office, which happened to be a trailer next to a construction site where they were building an 8 story rise, I gave my presentation concerning trucks with a level of perfection that only Jesus or God Himself could hope to surpass, but alas the man I was presenting to still seemed skeptical. As he came to me and began going over some of the paperwork I brought, mostly of the informational kind. He was still far from buying anything I could tell. I was panicking inside as he asked me this and that about trucks certain trucks, offers, prices, and tax considerations.
I sat down to get out some documentation as he went to take a seat next to mine. "Well as you see the trucks you're considering are over the Federal weight limit so you'll be able to get them both tax free as a company expense," I said as he seemed to lean in to look but when I looked at him I found his eyes were not centered on ME. This wasn't the first time a client had come on to me but this time was different. I had a whole lot more riding on this than usual. Usually I tried to politely back away but this time I was desperate not to turn him off of the deal.
"This looks good," he said. I knew he was coming on to me and I didn't stop him. I like these he said pointing to the document but inching even closer towards me. "Do they come with anything extra?" he continued. I knew he was propositioning me for something, something no automotive, something sexual.
"What would you like?" I timidly responded as my whole career and relationship with Dan came flashing through my eyes.
He looked me over and kissed me on the lips. I didn't move a muscle until his hands where resting on my shoulders. They guided me out of my seat and down onto the floor in front of him. I was right in front of his bulging pants. Blowjobs were really not my thing and in those days it wasn't every girl who gave them. I had given a one or two to a few of my boyfriends but never really got into the habit of sucking dick. I was faced with the prospect of cheating on my boyfriend, cheating for the very first time on anyone I'd ever been with, and making the sale.
When I weighed the two in my head, somehow the job won and I leaned forward and took out his cock. My head descended into his lap and I started giving him the best blowjob I could. My head bobbed and bobbed and I got a sense I wasn't doing a very good job. He pulled me off of him and soon I was leaning back on his desk.
The buttons of my power-suit were quickly made undone by his sure and steady hands. My blouse too was also quickly opened. "You've got great tits babe," he said confidently as his callus hands met with them and he pulled them from the snug confines of my bra. Cursed with very sensitive breasts, I couldn't stop myself from moaning when he pinched my dime-sized nipples. "Oh yeah, a lot better than the average little prudes who come down here trying to sell shit."
He started sucking on my nipples, which only made my moaning worse. I was getting wet for him too, for whatever reason. I was nearly cumming from him just sucking on my breasts when he stopped.
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