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Subject: {ASSM} The New Salesgirl  Chapter One
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Oral Commitments
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Jill looked on as Linda, the new salesgirl, carried out the presentation.  
So far, the new girl had not done bad--for a junior salesperson making her 
very first pitch.  Still, as the afternoon went on, and it became more and 
more clear that this contract wasn't going to get signed today, Linda was 
noticeably growing more desperate.

This was understandable, considering that this was Linda's first attempt at 
a sell.  During her two weeks with the company, the junior salesgirl had 
"tagged along" with Jill, who had been instructed to "show her how it's 
done".  Jill's boss had then decided, and Jill had concurred, that Linda was 
ready to take on a sales meeting on her own--with Jill there for support, of 
course.

As Linda continued, Jill took some notes.  The two of them would get 
together in the morning and critique Linda's performance.  They'd also 
discuss and reinforce the trainee's strong points, of which there were many, 
Jill reflected.

All in all, there weren't too many negative things to say about Linda, she 
thought.  The trainee was a little bit impatient.  As would be expected, her 
knowledge of the company's products and services wasn't all there yet.  And 
her manner of dress was a bit bold, her skirt coming to mid-thigh, and more 
than just a hint of cleavage up top... but then, the young redhead *had* 
worked her way through college by dancing at a strip club, Jill knew, and 
would adjust to the business world over time.  Besides, Linda's attire 
wasn't actually infringing on any established dress codes--and Mr. Spencer, 
the client, definitely didn't seem to mind!

The older woman glanced at her watch as Linda went on about the company's 
sales history--for the third time.  It was getting late, and Jill still had 
calls to make to a few east coast clients, who would be closing up shop for 
the day within the next ninety minutes.  Mr. Spencer, too, was becoming 
unfocused on the presentation.  It was time to step in and wrap this up.  
She stood up and opened her mouth to speak...

"That's a very sexy tie, Mr. Spencer..." Linda complimented, biting her 
lower lip and flipping her hair back.  Jill stopped in her tracks--had Linda 
said "sexy"?

"Why thank you, Linda."

The young salesgirl walked over to him.  "Mind if I check it out?"

"Um....no, go right ahead," Mr. Spencer said with some uncertainty as Linda 
took his necktie into her hands, running it between her fingers.

"Very, very nice...where did you get it?"

"It was a... um, birthday present...from my girlfriend..."

"Mmmmmm, lucky girl..." Linda murmured, making eye contact with the client.

Jill was shocked.  Sexuality, she knew, can and often does play a factor in 
the sales profession.  Linda had undoubtedly learned this in college, as 
Jill herself had.  But whether or not to "play the sex card" was purely a 
judgment call--another fact which Linda had most certainly been taught.  In 
any case, many women, Jill included, refused to make use of such tactics.

And Linda, who hadn't been in the "real world" for even a month, definitely 
shouldn't be using these tactics.  Nothing would drum a woman out of the 
business faster than being labeled as a "company slut", a "sales whore" or 
any of a dozen other similar names.

They'd talk about this, as well, in tomorrow morning's meeting.  Discreetly, 
woman to woman.  But for now, time to just wrap this up....

"OK... thank you, Linda.  We've covered a lot this afternoon.  Now, Mr. 
Spencer, you're in town for another two days, right?  Why don't you think 
this over, and we'll have some more reports sent over tomorrow for you to 
look at."

The client nodded.  Had he even heard her?  Linda hadn't moved from her 
spot--leaning against the conference room table, caressing Mr. Spencer's 
tie.

"Are you going to call your girlfriend tonight?" she asked.

"Um... no... she's traveling too, won't be getting in till late..."

"Mmmmmmm, must get lonely, being away from her like this..."  As Jill looked 
on, flabbergasted, Linda sat down in Mr. Spencer's lap and began caressing 
his chest through his shirt!

The client appeared somewhat surprised.  "Uh... yeah, it does..."

Enough.  "Linda," Jill said sternly, "may I see you outside for a moment?"

"Just a minute...I think we're *close* to a *merger* here..."  Linda giggled 
as she rubbed her ass against Mr. Spencer's crotch.  "Mmmmmm, yes we 
*are*..."

"Linda...wh-what are you..." Jill stammered as the redheaded salesgirl sank 
to her knees and began undoing Mr. Spencer's belt, pulling it all the way 
off and tossing it aside.  "Linda--stop..." The girl ignored her mentor as 
she fumbled with the client's zipper.

Seemingly in shock over the sudden twist this meeting had taken, Mr. Spencer 
did little more than weakly try to move Linda's hands away.  "Um... that's, 
uh, not... not really necessary, miss..."

"Linda," the salesgirl whispered.

"Miss Linda... uh...."

"Just Linda..."  The redhead giggled as she reached into his trousers.  
"My... and do you have a name for *him*?"  He gasped as Linda grabbed hold 
of his shaft and tugged at it.

Jill, meanwhile, was red-faced with embarrassment.  "Um... uh... Mr. 
Spencer, I'm... uh... sorry for this... Linda is new... she just joined 
our--"  She stopped in mid-sentence as Mr. Spencer's cock sprang free.

It was huge--bigger than any the saleswoman had seen in her (albeit limited) 
relationship experience.  Nine inches, at least, and more than two inches 
thick!

Jill and the client collectively gasped as Linda's pretty, deceivingly 
innocent lips wrapped around his cockhead and went to work.  At first, the 
young salesgirl focused on just the tip... repeatedly popping it in and out 
of her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and moving her head from side 
to side.

"Linda... stop it..." Jill pleaded.

The cute redhead swirled her tongue around Mr. Spencer's cockhead for a 
moment.  "Do *you* want me to stop?" she asked him in an innocent 
little-girl voice.

For his answer, Mr. Spencer grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled the 
young salesgirl's mouth back down onto his dick.  The girl shot a victorious 
look at her supervisor as she continued teasing the tip with her lips and 
tongue.

Then Linda began taking the cock deeper into her mouth.  Two inches... then 
three... the redhead's tiny mouth seemed to be stretched obscenely just to 
fit around Mr. Spencer's shaft.  Yet somehow the salesgirl continued to take 
more and more into her mouth.

"Linda..."  Now it wasn't a plea to stop her lewd behavior, so much as  
concern for the girl's very well-being.  Jill briefly envisioned herself 
sitting in her boss' office, explaining exactly how and why her trainee had 
choked to death during a sales meeting.

Mr. Spencer leaned back in his chair, groaning as inch by inch of his cock 
disappeared into Linda's mouth.  The salesgirl's cheeks were puffed out, and 
Jill could see her jaw moving as her tongue worked the underside of his 
shaft.  All in all, it would have been almost comical if it hadn't been such 
a breach of--well, everything.

"Wow.... uhhhhhh... I like the way.... uhhhhh... this company works..." Mr. 
Spencer sighed as Linda sucked his dick.  His resistance had vanished the 
moment Linda had began sucking him, and he was now clearly just enjoying the 
ride.  "Looking forward.... uhhhh... to doing business with you..."

"MMMMMMM!!!" Linda beamed excitedly around her mouthful of cock.  Her first 
sale!  Jill could only shake her head in disbelief.  Sadly, Linda's first 
sale would also be her last--this kind of lewd, depraved behavior was simply 
inexcusable.

The young salesgirl, oblivious to this, popped Mr. Spencer's prick out of 
her mouth, leaving a stream of saliva running down her chin while she caught 
her breath.  "Oh GOD do you have a gorgeous cock!" she gasped.  Then she 
added excitedly, "So do we have a deal, Mr. Spencer?"

"Yes--anything, just... please don't stop..." The client grabbed the back of 
Linda's head.

She kissed the tip of his cock, then stopped.  "Mmmmmmm, this calls for a 
special celebration... like, your cock tickling the back of my throat... and 
it's too big to get all of it in my mouth like this..."  Then she was 
climbing up on the conference room table, lying on her back, with her head 
hanging over the side of the table, her mouth a big gaping O.  "Stand up... 
slide that monster into my throat..." Linda demanded, as if Jill wasn't even 
there.

Mr. Spencer was only too happy to oblige, easing his enormous cock into 
Linda's mouth as the young redhead reached back to grab his ass and pull him 
in.  Jill, not knowing what else to do, simply stood there and watched, 
mouth agape as the client rhythmically began fucking the salesgirl's mouth.  
Again, inch by inch, Mr. Spencer's cock disappeared between Linda's painted 
lips, and again it seemed certain that the girl would surely be choked to 
death.  This time, though, she kept pulling him deeper... deeper... till his 
shaft was buried to the hilt in her mouth, and his balls resting on her 
lips.

"Oh god... nobody's *ever* been able to do that," Mr. Spencer moaned at 
Jill.

Jill flashed him a quick, humorless smile.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Linda moaned from deep within her stuffed throat, as she 
tightened her grip on the client's ass and began alternately pushing and 
pulling him in a "fuck my mouth" gesture.  Obediently, he established a 
smooth rhythm, holding the salesgirl's head in his hands while leisurely 
thrusting his enormous prick in and out of her wet, sloppy mouth.

Now that her hands were free, Linda wasted no time hiking her skirt up and 
lewdly rubbing and touching herself down there.  Jill was appalled to see 
that the trainee hadn't bothered to wear underwear.  Appalled, but not 
surprised.

Mr. Spencer, busy fucking Linda's mouth, was now also fumbling with the 
girl's top, having undone three buttons to reveal her lacy black bra with 
some very ample cleavage.  Jill mused that Linda had kept her assets quite 
well hidden at the company--until today, of course, she amended to herself 
as the petite redhead sank two slender, well-manicured fingers in and out of 
her smoothly shaved pusy.

Jill simply didn't know what to do.  She could leave the room, but she'd 
inevitably be asked "where's Linda" as she'd been instructed to take the 
girl with her *everywhere* to make sure she learned the ropes.  She could 
tell her boss, but that would just be too embarrassing!

Unfortunately, there was no bucket of cold water handy to throw on the 
bitch, so that wasn't an option.  So Jill sat there embarrassedly as her 
trainee writhed on the conference table, playing with herself and giving her 
client a blowjob.

Mr. Spencer was now pumping Linda's mouth furiously.  "Oh god... I'm.... 
(gasp) gonna cum soon...."  Good.  At least the embarrassing debacle would 
be over soon.

The young salesgirl popped the cock out of her mouth, much to Jill's relief. 
  She'd felt like she herself was choking, just watching Linda with that 
huge dick in her throat.

Now the girl was stroking him, while licking and kissing the underside of 
his cock and paying particular attention to his balls.  "Mmmmmm cum for 
me...." Linda moaned sexily, "let's see if I can coax your cream out of your 
balls..."

"God...."  Mr. Spencer tensed up, groaning as the sensations in his loins 
boiled over.  Then his cock began to spew a stream of jism, shooting upward 
in an arch and splattering down all over Linda's chest and neck in a sticky 
mess.  The next shot squirted more or less straight up and ended up all over 
Linda's hand.  Then she guided him back toward her mouth as he continued to 
shoot his seed all over her face and neck.  Finally, the salesgirl sucked 
his pulsing cock back into her mouth, taking the remainder of his cream down 
her throat.

Mr. Spencer collapsed back into his chair.  "Oh god that was good..."

"All in a day's work," Linda cooed as she licked her fingers clean.

Nobody said anything for a minute; least of all Jill who wished she could 
simply disappear somehow.

Then Mr. Spencer was pulling up his pants and adjusting his tie, seeming 
somewhat embarrassed by the whole thing.  "Ah.... ok, well I guess I need to 
sign some paperw--"

"Here," Jill fumbled through her binder, relieved at the opportunity to take 
the focus off of what had just happened, and off of the cum-drenched Linda 
still writhing and panting on the table.  "Here, just... um, just sign both 
of these... one of these is your copy..."

Linda groaned in dismay.  "Ohhhhhhhhh... I'm going to have cum stains all 
over my bra!"  She sat up and removed the sexy bra, allowing her large, 
firm--but clearly real--breasts to spring free.  "Cum stains in lace are 
such a bitch to get clean...."

"I wouldn't know," Jill muttered under her breath.  To Mr. Spencer: "Don't 
forget your copy."

"Um.... yes.  Well... my people will be in touch within the next few days," 
he promised as he hurriedly gathered his things and left as quickly as 
possible.

Jill wasn't even sure what to say--or if she should even say anything.  
Linda, on the other hand, was bubbling with excitement.

"Oh, WOW... my FIRST sale EVER!" the cum-drenched redhead could hardly 
contain her enthusiasm.

"Linda, we...." Jill paused.  "You..."

"Oh, I can't believe it, this is so exciting!"  The pretty salesgirl 
regarded her mentor, her innocent pixie-faced expression belied by the 
sticky jism dripping from her mouth, face and breasts.  "Oh, Jill... I 
couldn't have done it without you!  We make such a great team!"

Then, without preamble, the redhead leaned over and kissed Jill on the lips, 
thus smearing the client's sperm all over her mentor's face as well.  Jill 
grimaced in disgust.

Linda seemed genuinely embarrassed as she realized.  "Oh... sorry about 
that!  Wow, he had quite a load, didn't he?  Two men usually don't even get 
me *that* sticky," she mused aloud.  "Here..."  Finding a corner of her bra 
which wasn't soaked with cum, she wiped Jill's lips and chin.  Then she 
handed the bra to Jill and began licking the older woman's face clean!

"Uhhhhhhh."  Jill pulled away.

"Wait... you've got a little sticky spot there--"  The salesgirl reached for 
her mentor.

"Uhhh.  No.... um.... just... um, just go.  Go clean up."

Linda buttoned her top and scurried away, leaving Jill standing there, 
wondering what exactly she was supposed to do with the jism-soaked bra she 
was holding, or the mess on the conference table.  Not to mention how in the 
world she was going to explain this entire incident to her boss....

------

Thirty minutes later, Jill approached her boss' office, to find Linda coming 
out.  Thankfully, the girl had cleaned herself up, although it was blatantly 
obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra.

"Thanks for all your help, Jill!" the trainee beamed as she strolled off, 
boobs bouncing and ass swaying.

"Yeah... so long," the saleswoman muttered.

Her boss was all smiles.  "Jill!  Come in!  I just heard the news-- sounds 
like we've got ourselves a future salesperson!"

"Um... yeah.  Listen, Mr. Richards... about Linda..."

"Yes?"

"Well, her...um... during the presentation she... um...."

"Oh, she told me she thought she made a few mistakes.  She did say that you 
were very helpful in smoothing them over."

"Yes... but... um, I don't know, her, um, sales style is--"

Her boss' tone got slightly sharper.  "Hell, she made the sale.  A rather 
difficult client, at that.  I don't give a damn about sales style, as long 
as I get results."

"Well, yes... b-but..."

He frowned.  "She told me that she did the presentation, and you assisted.  
Is that the truth?  Or did you have to step in and take over?"

"Um... no.... she... Linda did it all."  All nine inches, Jill thought to 
herself.

"Well.  Sounds like she was well-prepared and had an excellent teacher," Mr. 
Richards complimented.

Yeah, Jill thought sarcastically.  Sales lesson #1: Gag Reflexes 101, Linda. 
  What to do when the client's schlong is too big to fit in your mouth.  
Aloud, she mumbled her thanks.

"No, thank you, and thank your apprentice. I want you two to treat 
yourselves to a nice dinner tonight.  And expense it."

Jill smiled wanly.  "Um... I have plans."  Like going home and puking.

"Well, you make sure you reward her--and yourself--sometime this week.  I 
still want her teaming with you--on everything.  You two can learn a lot 
from each other."

Sure.  Linda, let's go over the sales principles, and when we're done, I'd 
really love it if you could teach me how to give a lap dance!  "Is that all, 
sir?"

"Yes.  Good night, Jill...and good work."




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