Salesman, The

by Swashbuckler

Tags: Ma/Fa, Mind Control, Slow,

Desc: Mind Control Story: Manipulative salesmen meets mind controller.

"You want to buy this device."

"No, I don't."

"You want to buy this device."

"Even if I did, I can't afford it right now. I'll just buy one later."

"You want to buy this device."

"Okay, I'll admit it. I do want to buy this device, but I still might not be able to afford it. What does it do?"

I love it when I make a sale.

The device I am selling this month is actually a pretty handy little do-dad: a handheld GPS device. The deal I have worked out with the manufacturer is that I sell the device along with a monthly service, I fax the contract to the company, and they ship out the device. I then keep the money that the customer puts down. Since I am actually keeping the down payment and the company is making their money off the service, I can charge whatever I want for the device. I've heard that most other salesmen are charging twenty dollars each. I start the bidding at a hundred. Today has been a slow day: I've only sold thirty of them by lunchtime.

I'm surprised so few people in this little town in Wisconsin have a hundred dollars available in their accounts. Once upon a time I tried doing payment plans, but too many people changed their minds after the first payment. With all the money for the device in my pocket in cash, any refunds become the company's problem, not mine.

I had some good leads for after lunch: people reputed to have more money than my morning batch, so I was feeling pretty good. I'd even talked the waitress into giving me a free lunch. All the waitresses in this place had nice legs, and the short pleated skirts that they all wore did a nice job of showing those legs off. I was considering trying to talk one of them into more than lunch, when a real bombshell walked into the diner.

She was somewhere in her mid-twenties, leggy and blonde, and dressed like a secretary out of a porno, in a black formfitting miniskirt, seamed stockings, and towering black patent stiletto heels. She sat down next to me and took off her suit jacket. Underneath she wore a pushup bra, and a low cut silk top she could only have purchased from a lingerie store. I gave her a long, lingering look. Her face could have won beauty contests, and her long hair touched the stool. She smiled at me. I gave that body a slow appreciative look and that smile didn't falter. She even turned a bit in her chair and let me see a bit of garter holding up her stocking.

"You want to have sex with me today."

"My, you certainly are bold," she said with a smirk, " ... and just to be clear, I don't."

"You want to have sex with me today."

"Even if I did, I have a boyfriend. You might want to try and see if I am available next time you are in town."

"You want to have sex with me today."

"Okay, I'll admit it. I do want you, but if we go through with this, you may never recover."

"You think you are that good?"

She smiled, took my arm, and said, "Something like that."

We stepped outside. A baton hit me under he chin so hard that I was lifted off my feet. Choking and airborne, the back of my head hit the sidewalk before the rest of my body. My vision swam, but I fought to see the guy that had been hiding outside the door to ambush me. I managed to make out the blonde bombshell wrapping herself around some hulk in a sheriff's uniform before I passed out.

I woke up in the jail, with the sheriff and another older man standing over me.

"We get a few more of these, Butch, and I'm going to have you get me an x-ray machine," the older man said.

"Don't worry about it, Doc," the sheriff replied. "Neither of us should loose any sleep if I did break this guy's jaw."

"Yes, master," the doctor immediately replied, and something in his expression relaxed slightly.

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Ma/Fa / Mind Control / Slow /