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(Nicola Diaz)

Stephanie adjusted the new bracelets on her wrists the ones she'd picked up from the jewelry counter that morning. The ritzy department store liked for their sales reps to wear the clothing and accessories found for sale in the store. A tall man wearing a designer suit approached the perfume counter and Stephanie smiled sheepishly at the handsome man. "What can I help you with today?" she asked sweetly as she batted her well-made eyes at the man.



A blush rode across the man's cheeks at having the attention from the beautiful sales rep. Stephanie's hairstyle was like Marilyn Monroe's only her hair was a dark brunette which was striking against her pale skin. "I'm here to find a gift for my wife. It's the anniversary of our first date, and she's expecting something nice," the man admitted.



"Good choice for designer perfume. Tell me, sir, is this a last-minute gift, like you forgot and you're in a rush to find something now, or have you thought about it and you normally remember these things?" Stephanie asked.



The man grinned as his cheeks blushed a deeper pink. He bent forward. "Can I admit something to you? She's been sending me hints all day. At first I had no clue, but then it dawned on me. Anniversary. So yeah, that's me," he said.



"Well then, as a woman of fine taste, I can help you choose a gift your wife will love and certainly will appreciate. Women know about these things, you see," Stephanie said as she nodded. "What's her favorite color? Because fragrances reflect that."



"She's more pink. Light, airy," he said.



Stephanie grinned as she bent down and pulled a couple of boxes from under the glass display. "These are perfect for the woman who enjoys the lighter side of life. Light and delicate, it brings up soft pinks and baby blues, cool tones. What do you think?" Stephanie asked as she sprayed the test card and waved it in the air.



Mr. suit loved it and bought the most expensive bottle at the counter. "Your wife will make you a lucky man tonight," Stephanie said as she handed the purchase to the man. 



The man kept trailing his eyes down Stephanie's blouse, where she had it buttoned barely to the bra, revealing an abundance of fleshy cleavage. It sold more bottles of expensive perfume than if she wore a turtle-neck sweater. She'd tested the theory and wearing slutty outfits along with massive flirting helped her to raise her sales quota beyond the expectations of upper management. She received many bonuses and raises because of it.



Earl Dawson approached, a longtime customer and billionaire. He rested his eyes on the pretty Stephanie and motioned for her to draw near. "I have a proposition for you, if you're willing, doll," he said. His blue eyes sparkled, the salt and pepper hair neatly combed back making him handsome for a man nearing forty.