Chapter 1

 

Donna Brooks took a second look at the ad in the paper, writing the telephone number on the legal pad in her lap. "$25 to $35,0000 in commission the first year." Sure sounds good. Wonder what you have to do to earn it? Sell your soul? "Well, here goes nothing," she said aloud.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number written on the pad. When the hotel operator answered the phone, Donna asked for Mr. Harold Brown.

"Mr. Brown? My name is Donna Brooks, I'm calling in answer to the ad in the paper... Well sure, Mr. Brown, I'll be glad to tell you a little about myself. I'm twenty-six years old, single, have a degree in Business Administration and for the last three years I have been working as a salesperson for a local Sporting Goods store.

"Yes, I'm still employed."

"Well, I don't think there's a future there. And frankly, I think I can make more money somewhere else."

"Yes I can, but first, I'd like to hear a little about your company."

Donna listened while Harold Brown told her a little history about Liston Products and when he finished, they set up an appointment for seven p.m. that evening. After hanging up the phone, Donna went to Wendy's and ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a small coke. When she had finished, she window shopped in the Mall, killing fifteen minutes before going back to work at the "Foot Locker".

It was a typical Monday afternoon which meant business was a little slow. Donna finished ringing up a sale of a new pair of Nike running shoes, three pairs of socks and a pair of nylon running trunks. She was pleased with herself, for the middle-aged man had come in for a cheap pair of sneakers. The total sale was nearly $100.

"You sure suckered that old man into a nice sale," Ricky Barnes said, sliding up to her. "Jeez, what did you do? Promise him a little?"

"Damn it, Ricky, why can't you men get it through your head that a woman doesn't have to sell her body to do well?" She turned away, seething at the unfairness of it all. Damn it, I'm a better salesman than any of the men in here. Why do they all think that I do it with sex? She started to head for the back room when another customer walked into the store. Putting on her friendliest smile, she walked toward the man, sizing him up as she approached. Mmmmm, not bad looking, maybe thirty, nice build, gold wedding band.

"Good afternoon. Is there something I can show you?"

"Hi. Yeah, I'm looking for a jogging outfit for my wife. But if you want, you can show me your tits. Shit! , I wish Mona had a set of jugs like that.

"Right this way, please." While Donna led the man toward the back of the store, she asked, "Will your wife be wearing this for jogging, for exercise, or just for casual wear?"

"Let's just say that she jogs a little, but will probably be wearing it around the house or to the store."

After finding out the actual purpose for the outfit, she showed the customer several of the higher priced outfits. They were above his expected price range, so she switched to an outfit that was basically the same retail price, but "on Sale". He made his selection and as they walked to the counter, she talked him into purchasing a matching scarf. She thought she had him talked into a T Thong for his wife, but he backed out at the last minute.

As the customer walked out of the store, he was thinking. Hell, I would have bought it, if I could have figured out a way to get her to model it for me.

Getting ready to check out for the evening, Donna wasn't too pleased with her sales for the day, but Rex Tinbaugh, the Store Manager congratulated her for her sales, considering how slow the day was.

 

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Donna dropped her keys on the kitchen table, said hi to her roommate, Brit Weneger, kicked off her shoes and removed a TV dinner from the freezer.

"Got an interview at seven this evening, so I'll jump into the shower while dinner is cooking," she explained, hurrying into her bedroom. After showering and drying herself, she slipped on a robe and went back into the kitchen.

Brit was a college graduate as well and was working in the Ad Department of the Wichita Eagle. The two girls had been sorority sisters in college, though not bosom buddies. Brit had read an ad that Donna had put in the paper for a roommate last year, and they had been together since. For the most part, they were getting along pretty good. Both liked a clean apartment and neither was inclined to leave their clothes strewn about. Brit had several boys that she dated fairly regular and, on occasion, brought them back to spend the night. Donna on the other hand, dated only occasionally, and had never brought her date back to spend the night. She wasn't a virgin, but she was damn particular with whom she slept with.

After wolfing down her dinner, Donna went back to her room, slipped into a pair of black lace bikini panties, a low cut lacy bra that pushed her breasts up and out. After combing her hair and adding a drop of perfume between her breasts, she put on a black garter belt and black hose.

When she ran into the kitchen for a last cup of coffee, Brit whistled and accused her of going on a date, not a job interview.

After slipping into a black and white dress that showed off the curves of her body, Donna gathered up a narrow brief case. Checking inside, she made sure that she had a résumé, a pen, a legal pad and the ad with the name and address of the interview. Satisfied that everything was in order, she took one last look in the mirror, said goodnight to Brit, and left the apartment.

 

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After parking her three year old Chevy Cavalier in the lot, Donna walked into the lobby of the Airport Hilton, went over to a house phone and asked for Mr. Harold Brown. When he answered, she told him that she was in the lobby and he asked her to come up to room 1023. Just before knocking on the room door, she made sure the seams and her dress were set straight. It was always wise to make a good first impression.

Harold opened the door, unable to believe his eyes. Trying to keep his eyeballs from popping out, he introduced himself and asked her to come in. Instead of closing the door immediately, he asked if she would like to have the door left open.

"No, it's all right if you close it, but thank you for asking. I can understand your concern." She crossed the room, stopping in front of a large sofa, knowing that he was watching the sway of her body. Handsome and I'll bet he's quite some ladies' man. He just looks the type.

Harold had rented a suite for the interviews and followed her across the room and suggested she take a seat on the sofa. When she sat, his eyes were on her knees, waiting, but was disappointed as she was very proper, showing no flesh at all.

The first five minutes of the interview was a warm up, starting with the weather and progressing to what type of sports she liked and her hobbies, then they got down to business. During the next hour, Harold was impressed; not only by her answers, but in the business-like manner she conducted herself.

He was also aware that, when it came time for him to tell her about Liston Products, she gradually took charge of the interview, getting him to tell him things about the company that he normally didn't discuss, at least not with a prospective employee. She found out that he was a Regional Vice President and the territory was supposedly established, with approximately seventy-five accounts that had done just $55,000 the past year and the ex-salesman had averaged 24.8% commission. That's just a little over $13,000, she thought, but it's better than what I'm making now.

According to Mr. Brown, the average salesperson who had been with the company for over two years, was earning $25,000, with the top people earning over $100,000. The negative part was that she would have to furnish her own car, plus, stand all travel expenses. Well, at least those costs could be written off.

They were still talking when the phone rang, indicating that there was someone else in the lobby waiting for their interview. She rose to leave, and Mr.

Brown told her that he was interested in setting up another interview. She informed him that she was off Wednesday afternoon, and he surprised her by inviting her to lunch. She accepted.

When she entered her apartment, Donna found a note from Brit that she was at the pool and for her to change and come down. Quickly changing into a bikini, she slipped on a short cotton robe and went over to the complex swimming pool.

Pheasant Run Apartment residents were mostly young adults, single, recently married, or recently divorced. There were close to thirty people around or in the pool when she arrived and she knew most of them. Spotting Brit sitting at a table with three boys and Angelica Thompson, she went over. After saying hi to everyone, she pulled up a canvas chair and joined them.

Roger Collins offered her a Bud Light while she told them about the interview. When she finished, they all thought she was crazy in considering the job since she would have to furnish a car and also pay all her expenses.

The weather was warm so she decided to jump into the water and cool off. She removed her robe, unconsciously posed, then walked to the edge of the pool. Taking a deep breath, she dove cleanly in.

Roger had dated Donna a couple of times and thought they had hit it off fairly well, but when he had put the move on her, she had deftly put him off. Damn, I've got to figure some way to get into her panties. I know she's not a virgin, but she sure acts like one.

 

***

 

Wednesday, shortly after noon, Donna met Mr. Brown in the lobby of the Hilton. Since he hadn't rented an automobile, she drove them to the Red Lobster for lunch. Afterward, they went back to his suite and talked some more about the job.

This time he mentioned a guarantee of $250 a week plus a 10% bonus on all "shipped and billed" merchandise over $1000 per week, including the $1000. Field training would be handled by a District Manager by the name of Sid Hurley of Dallas, Texas. After one month, she would go to the warehouse in Dallas, along with approximately six other trainees, for a special sales seminar. It was then she decided to take the job offer.

After signing a sales contract along with the other papers which included a health plan, they shook hands and said good bye. She was to start a week from the following Monday.

The following day, she told Rex she was quitting a week from Saturday. He was very disappointed and tried to talk her into staying, even promising a raise of fifty cents an hour, but she declined.

Friday night, Donna went with Dick Pagliough to the Cowboy Club and about midnight went back to the Pheasant Run Apartments and joined several other couples around the pool. When she suggested that it was time to call it a night, Dick was hopeful that she would ask him in, but settled for several tongue-swapping good night kisses at the door.

Once inside her apartment, she looked to see if Brit was home. Seeing that the bedroom door was open and the bed empty, Donna went into her own bedroom, removed her clothes and went into the bathroom. After cleaning off her makeup and washing her face, she went back to her room, donned a short nightie and went to bed. Sleep didn't come easy as she recalled Dick's good night kisses and the way he had pressed his body against hers.

It had been over two months since she had "slept" with a man and though she wasn't ready to invite him into her bed, she did wonder what he looked like down there, trying to judge the size by the pressure he exerted earlier. Slipping her hand under the elastic band of her panties, she began to idly stroke her pussy lips. In a few minutes, the juices began to lubricate her fingers and the electricity began to build in her body. Taking just a second, she kicked off the sheet and removed her panties. Spreading her legs and lifting her knees from the bed, she began to finger her vagina and ardently rub her clit. Soon, the bells began to ring and she began to bounce her bottom off the mattress, meeting the thrusts of her imaginary lover. She had always been a noisy lover, emitting moaning sounds according to the height of her passion and tonight was no exception. Groaning loudly and bouncing noisily about the bed, she failed to hear her roommate entering the apartment.

As soon as Brit closed the door, she heard strange noises and looked about the apartment, trying to figure out from where they were coming. They're coming from Donna's room, and it sounds like she's hurt. Walking over to the bedroom door, she started to turn the knob, then realized what the sounds were. Good gosh! It sounds like she's being screwed. Wonder who's in there? Dick? Putting her ear to the door, she tried to hear the sounds of a man, but was unable to. MMMMmmmmm! I think she's by herself, but it sure sounds like she's having fun.

Quietly moving away from the door, Brit went into her own bedroom and undressed, conscious of the wet feeling starting to grow between her own thighs. Climbing naked into bed, she opened the drawer of the night table and pulled out a long, smooth, plastic object. I sure could use the real thing right now, but Henry here will just have to do. When she twisted the cap on the end, the plastic dildo started humming. Not wanting Donna to hear it, she slipped the dildo between her thighs and covered it with a pillow. In seconds, she inserted it between the moist lips of her cunt and slowly pushed it inside. Oh yes! That feels good! Wow! In less than two minutes she went over the edge, having to muffle her own cries of orgasm.

When she switched off the plastic lover, she listened for any noise coming from the adjoining bedroom. I think she came, too.