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CAR SHOPPING
(MMM/F, Mind-Control,
Humiliation, Celebrity Character)
Cindy
Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing,
really...!)
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This story is largely influenced by
Cowgirl’s Shower – Please check out the original work:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cowgirl/Shower%20.txt
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Rachel Green had walked into Manhattan Chrysler,
putting forth as confident a look as possible.
She’d memorized every little piece of statistic she’d need, every number
that would be necessary – she had studied the damn blue book as if getting
ready for the SATs…
She hated car-shopping. But she was making good
money, and it was time to replace the old, ugly thing she drove, with a real
vehicle. She was always intimidated by
car salesmen, and always got screwed by them - the last time she’d bought a
car, she’d paid through the nose. This
time, though, she’d done her
homework: They weren’t gonna get her
again…
At least, that had been what she thought half an
hour ago – yet now, she had no idea what had taken place…
“This way to my office, honeypot, and we’ll finalize
your purchase…” the salesman led the young woman towards his office.
Mark Carpenter had been a salesman at Manhattan
Chrysler for 15 years – and he loved his job.
He’d marched over towards Rachel as soon as the young woman entered the
building, lest another shark grab the prey.
Of course, it was an unwritten rule in this particular dealer that Mark
always got the female customers, especially the lone, young, female
customers… He had a knack for
persuasion, dangling that famous lucky coin of his before their pretty eyes…
Rachel had listed her demands at once: She wanted a Grand Cherokee, Silver-Blue,
with this and that option – and she was prepared to pay for it no more than
what the blue book said, not a penny more.
The salesman had listened to her as if tolerating
the amusing rantings of a six year old girl – all the while checking her out in
rather obvious fashion. Mark had
discovered from early on that, contrary to the cautious attitude of a typical
salesman, treating women as mere sex objects in obvious fashion was a surefire
way of disarming them – uncomfortable and self-conscious, they lost the will to
negotiate hard. Which was why he’d loved
seeing Rachel in such discomfort at his leering eyes.
“A Grand Cherokee?” he’d asked, flipping his lucky
coin in the air. “That’s really a big
boys car – but don’t worry… I’ll put you
in a nice car …”
Rachel had meant to object – but, then, the salesman
sounded right, even though he was such an obvious asshole! A Grand Cherokee was a boys’ car, after
all. Perhaps, he could help her identify
something
“What’s your name, darlin’?” the salesman had
asked. Rachel hadn’t liked the tone he
took with her – and where did he get off calling her honeypot or darling? She’d answered all his personal questions
anyway, feeling like she was in some kind of interrogation.
“Here’s the beauty I had in mind for you” the
salesman had finally said, pointing at a tiny neon-green hatch-back – it must
have been one of the ugliest cars Rachel had ever seen.
Except, after ten minutes of listening to the
salesman, she’d found herself agreeing to buy it – at a $42,000 price tag...
As soon as she signed the papers in Mark’s office,
regret washed over her: Had she bought a
lemon? She’d bought a lemon, hadn’t
she? An ugly, over-priced lemon. She almost couldn’t believe a second-hand,
ugly, tiny car like that could cost so much, but that was all she could
afford. Rachel wanted to go home and cry
– it was obvious now, the damn car salesman had gotten her again, she was
screwed once more. And it was too late
to get out of it.
“Let me just have the keys, and I’ll be on my way”
she said in a breaking voice. Here she
was, a successful young woman, yet she felt like a pathetic little teenager –
why was she always so dumb with cars?
“Not so fast, my dear Rachel” answered the
salesman. “You got the car – but you have
to earn the keys, still!”, he said flipping his lucky coin.
Rachel couldn’t recall the extremely persuasive
details of her predicament, but after 10 minutes of Mark explaining things to
him, she knew she absolutely had to do whatever it took to get those keys –
otherwise she’d have walked out of the dealer, with no car, and no money.
And soon enough, it was obvious what it would take
to earn the keys…
And soon enough, Rachel was on her knees before the salesman,
sucking his cock, despite her utter shame.
Mark enjoyed the fancy blow-job he got from the young blonde... and he cummed loudly, right down her throat. Rachel swallowed like a good girl: She absolutely had to get those keys.
But Mark wasn’t nearly done – the little blondie
would have to work harder to get her keys.
Soon, Rachel was completely naked, bent over Mark’s
desk. Right before her face lied the
signed sales agreement of her new car, as the salesman fucked her from behind –
so that she could get her keys…!
A half an hour later, Mark was through, regretful
that he could not go on longer...
“Can I please have my keys now?” Rachel begged
pathetically, dying to get out and go home and cry herself to sleep.
“Well, we are all through here, honeypot” Mark said
as he buttoned his fly. “But I gotta
send the keys over to the repair-shop – they are checking the car to make sure
we don’t stick you with a total lemon!
You wouldn’t wanna be screwed, would you?” Mark laughed in amusement. “So, you’ll have to get your keys from those
guys”…
...
By the time Rachel left Manhattan Chrysler, she’d
been gang-banged for three hours straight.
Shivering and hysterical, she managed to climb into her new car – the
tiny, second-hand, neon-green hatchback, for which she’d paid $42,000. She’d thought it was the right car when Mark
made her sign the documents, but now she knew she’d have to tell her friends
she decided to go for something affordable and got a real good deal. It was going to be embarrassing enough to
have traded her car for something worse – she’d be a laughing stock if her
friends learned how much she paid for it.
She noticed a sticker on the back window:
“MANHATTAN CHRYSLER RIDES ME HARD!”
She drove home hysterically, trying to convince herself
that she really liked her new car, and what could possibly be so wrong about
having a little fling with a bunch of mechanics and salesman at the auto
dealer? She noticed the envelope on the
side seat after she parked. She opened
it curiously – and almost fainted at what she found:
There they were, pictures of her, more than a dozen,
naked, on her knees, giving blow-jobs, getting fucked…
The pictures came with a note: “Rachel, here are some pictures we took
today. We’ll just use them as pin-ups in
the repair-shop for now. That is, so
long as you live up to the conditions in your service & sales contract –
yes, that’s in the envelope, too.”
Amidst her fear, Rachel noticed a bulky document in
the envelope. She hardly recalled all the paperwork she’d signed, so desperate
she’d been to get her keys. The note
continued:
“Per your service agreement, you will come to
Manhattan Chrysler once a week to have your car serviced. It costs $500 a visit. It’s a lengthy process so be prepared to
spend most of your Saturday with us – it should be a fun time. Also, please be advised, as per the
agreement, you are not allowed to sell or trade your car, or purchase your next
car, at any dealer other than Manhattan Chrysler!”
Rachel wanted to scream and cry in dismay.
With teary eyes, she read the end of the note:
“On a separate note, please do recommend us to all
your girl friends – we’d be glad to ride them, too! Sincerely – your sales rep, Mark.”
Cindy
Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing,
really...!)