Pushing the Product by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2017 They were first posted on asstr-mirror.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

 

Luv Karen

 

Jennifer put the phone down. He really wasn't going to like this news at all. She thought she'd better deliver it in person so knocked on his door and slipped into his office. Funny really she'd never imagined working for someone old enough to be her son, not that she'd admit it to anyone, twenty-nine was a suitable age to stay until she retired.

 

"First James's wife rang he has flu and won't be in any fit state to fly for a week. I called Flora, she can handle emails and phone calls working from home but with the new baby she couldn't begin to travel. She hopes to be in next week though if you get any leads." Troy moaned "No sales people available to cover the main show of the year, what else?" "Marshall's rang. They haven't been able to find us three models for the show. Apparently there is too much demand. They did say if we raised the amount to a thousand a day they might be able to find two. Oh and if we wanted top names to make an impact it would be five thousand a day." Richard grimaced. "Just wave your magic wand Mrs. Thompson." "Well I could try one of the outfits on but my legs aren't quite what they were once and I've put on a pound or two in weight since I was a teenager." She smiled kindly at him and slipped out the door racking her brains trying to think of a solution.

 

She was still a bit distracted when the door opened and a wheelchair was pushed in. "I'd like a job please." The teenage girl in the wheelchair announced and was flanked by two others. Oh they got out at the wrong floor. The office for finding disabled people jobs was on the 2^nd floor. She was just about to redirect them when she took a closer look. One girl was stunning, she'd take anyone's breath away, the other girl in her quiet way looked intelligent and accessing. The girl in the wheelchair, now she would be eye-catching in the right wheel chair. She got up and crossed the office, knocked on the door and wheeled them all in to face young master Troy. "I have three job seekers for you to interview." She looked at his startled face and took a seat at the back of the office.

 

"Well, your C.V.s please." He held his hand out and the girl in the wheelchair passed him her C.V. He looked towards the other two. "I'm just here to push the wheelchair." "And I'm here to support her." He glanced through the C.V. and then towards Jennifer. She spoke one word. "Dexter?" Of course Dexter well if anyone could communicate with Dexter, it would be another wheelchair user. He looked at his desk there was so much to do before the show. "Mrs. Thompson just sign them up." He waved them out of the office.

 

Jennifer led them back to her office and gave them all the handouts on vacation, sick leave and the medical and drug plans. "It's only Monique who is after a job. I'm off to college in the fall." Jade bristled "Well if one's being offered." "All three of you are available starting Monday. We have a trade show to cover next week and we need column inches. So I need all of you or none of you. Now there is a dress code." She picked up the three hanging garment bags and handed one to each. "Try them on for size." "What here, what if someone walks in." Jennifer led them to an empty cubical. "Better?" Amber wrinkled her nose but unzipped the bag. "There's not very much of it is there?" "I'm sure you've shown more skin in a bikini." "It's indecent." "No its not indecent wouldn't be allowed at a trade show. It might be nudging the limits a bit but that's the idea to get some attention that will rub off on the products." "You mean we're just mindless bimbos?" "I hope not I've got all the product notes for you to read up on before you get there." "It's sexist." "Yes but what do you want to do?" "I want to be an actress." So you'd be happy to show your body off in the cause of art?" Jade thought about it "Yes but only if the script was artistic." Jennifer thought about the product notes, well they were artistic in their own way. "What about learning lines?" "Oh she can remember them quite well. Names, faces, it's all the rest of the subjects she's dim at." "I'm not dim, I may not be top of the class like you but I'm not dim. Fran's dim." "She's more like mentally retarded." came a quiet comment. Jennifer frowned at the remark.

 

"I'm not sure this is a good idea, being in the wheelchair my legs are thinner than they were." "We'll just dress them up in black stockings, you need thin legs for stockings, mine wouldn't really do them justice anymore." She looked them over. Apart from the grimaces as they looked their reflections in the mirror they'd do. "Get changed and I'll create the paperwork. You're flying out on Sunday and be at the resort for a week. Troy has been working too hard and really needs a break so if you can persuade him to stay longer that would be a good thing." She pulled out a tablet, "Here's a list of names and their photos if you can greet them by name that will help. Some are more important to us than others." "I can't just say hi Mr. Jones." "No but you can introduce them to Amber or Monique and if you use a slightly different introduction then they can pick up how important they are to us."

 

At the airport they were greeted by an accessible taxi driver who stood behind a new sparkling wheelchair. Monique was carefully transferred to the wheelchair. "Like it?"grinned the driver? "It looks as if it should have a battery with this knob on the front." "It has the very latest titanium frame and a lithium battery under the seat." "But where's the motor?" "In the wheel hubs." They loaded everything into the cab and set off for the hotel.

 

The foyer was packed so they stood back and let Troy and Monique queue for the reception desk. "Eight hundred and fifty a day cash in your hand." Amber moved closer to Jade. "I've just been offered eight hundred and fifty cash." "I got offered fifteen hundred." Amber looked round the foyer, it seemed to be full of males who looked as if they were mentally undressing her and the females that were there looked more like high end tarts than anything else. She eased her way through to the front desk where Troy had just asked for four rooms together and the receptionist was looking doubtful. "We'll just take one with two double beds and plenty of room for the wheelchair." She said to the receptionist resting her hand on Troy's arm. She ushered him away after taking the four keys from the receptionist. "One room?" He asked baffled, "This place is full of creeps and we'll be safer with you answering the door." "You're not afraid I might ravish you?" "Get real, being used as a sexual object by your boss ended before I was born. The other two can have one bed and I've got my sleeping bag in my back pack."

 

They were alone in the elevator and as they ascended Troy asked "So what happened in the foyer to make it imperative that we share a room?" "I was offered eight hundred and fifty and Jade was offered fifteen hundred." Troy laughed, "I suspect they were after models to drape over their products. I understand the agencies are asking up to five thousand a day." "Are we being paid that much?" Asked Jade. "No but you have a permanent job with the company rather than a job that lasts five days." "I'm sure we're being exploited." "Do we have to eat in their stuffy looking restaurant? I haven't got a suitable evening gown and I'm sure the waiters will look down their noses at me." Troy hadn't thought about it but agreed they could take a stroll and see what they could find.

 

They found a comfortable café that sold burgers within walking distance. Monique wanted to go further to try out her new motorised wheelchair but the others vetoed the idea. There was a young black boy behind the counter who brought out Monique's tray for her. "That's a really cool looking wheelchair." Jade looked at him in exasperation. "Here's me dressed to the nines and all he can do is compliment Monique on her wheelchair." "He's male so anything on wheels gets his attention." Amber turned her charm on him and asked what sort of wheels he had. "Wheels? A skateboard in summer to get to work and a bus pass in winter. A minimum wage doesn't go very far when it comes to wheels." Troy passed Amber a fifty-dollar note and she tucked it in his pocket. "For your Corvette fund." He grinned at them. "Thanks, that's the first tip I've ever had here."

 

The next morning they were up early and after an early breakfast they returned to get dressed up. Trop went to see how the stand was getting on. "Really these outfits are so corny." "At least we don't look bad in them. I had a look on the internet last night at some of the outfits that were worn last year. Some were just body paint and hot pants. The hot pants looked more as if they were to hold your shape than cover anything up. At least we have dresses." "Alice in Wonderland, except she'd never wear stockings with such a short hem line. I mean showing four inches of thigh above the stocking tops I mean just how sexist can you get." "I can't get over how good my legs look in stockings." "I don't think it matters. They'll be all admiring your new lightweight wheelchair with the flashing lights." "How are we going to compete for column inches with all those models?" "Simple you two have brains not just looks. You can talk the talk girl, besides walk the walk."

 

They made their way down to the exhibition floor and had a look at the stand. Jennifer had mentioned they had goody bags to hand out. Amber looked them over, "Three types she mentioned. The top shelf is for the journalists, the next for ordinary mortals, and finally the specials." "What's the difference?" The journalists get the practically empty bag with the name on the side and a few flyers inside." She peered in a second one "This nylon one doesn't have the name on the outside but has a leather bound notepad and a pen in it with the flyers." She peered in the last one. "This one looks the same except it doesn't have the flyers." She pulled out the leather notebook and opened it before quickly covering it up again. "My god, the notepad is electronic."

 

"I've thought of a gimmick. If we set the camera up on a tripod so Monique can take a photo then we lean into the victim either side and kiss him on the cheek." "Pushing our bottoms out to display our frilly petticoats and knickers to best advantage?" "That should either get us lots of attention or arrested." On the next stand a bored model who stood draping herself artistically across a chair raised her eyebrows at the sight of Troy being positioned by Monique so she could get the focus and field of depth right and make sure she got in two pert bums one either side sticking out together with lots of stocking clad leg. When she was satisfied, she nodded to Amber. Who turned slightly to tell Troy he was all done, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Troy looked a bit bewildered and Jade kissed him lightly on the lips as well. "See we're all set now." She turned to a spectator "If you'd like your picture taken Sir as a souvenir?"

 

Soon they had a queue of guys wanting their picture taken who were only too happy to enter their email address so the image could be sent to them by email. Whilst they waited Troy talked to them about the new product. Eventually Jade spotted one of her targets who was looking bored and jaded. "Mr. Morley, may I introduce you to Amber who knows far more about our widgets than I do." Amber stepped to the side and quickly scanned through her mental notes on Mr. Morley, journalist, screen display came to mind. "How do you do? I think Jade is exaggerating my knowledge." "So Miss what new and exciting story have you to tell me?" "Well its just last year's product with a few small updates really. Nothing very exciting at all. If you just step this way I'll show you the two versions side by side." She turned them both on. "It looks different." "That's probably the HDR in the display." "You mean it has HDR?" "Well yes, and that meant a change in the codec and some internals to handle the extra processing but the colour of the case and weight are the same." She looked at him innocently then took hold of a shopping bag blazoned with the company name on the side. "You might find this useful to hold all the pamphlets." "Cotton not plastic?" "Oh I have plastic if you prefer but I'd have to charge you five cents for a plastic bag, city wide regulations, besides we're trying to reduce waste. Did you notice how Jade is doing her bit with less material in her dress? She lowered the neckline." Mr Morley smiled "and shorter skirt perhaps?" and took his cotton shopping bag. Amber turned "Fancy a coffee?" She handed him a fine china mug emblazoned with the company logo "Or you could have a paper cup, if you have twenty cents for the green fee." "I'd best write you up as the green company then hadn't I?"

 

Dexter rolled up shortly afterwards. Jade didn't even need to introduce him to Monique. "So are you a model or an employee?" He demanded. Monique pondered his question. "I'm a permanent employee, don't you think I'm pretty enough to be a model then?" She struck a pose, a caricature of the pose struck by the model on the next stand. Dexter relaxed a little. "So an accident or something else?" "I came off my bike when a car door opened in front of me." Dexter looked puzzled. "Can you wiggle your toes?" Jade lifted off one of Monique's shoe and she wiggled her stocking clad toes for him. "Kinky, into stocking clad toes are you?" Whispered Jade in Dexter's ear. Dexter growled at her. "So what's the latest in electric wheelchairs like then?" Jade returned Monique's shoe to her foot and Monique did a pirouette in her wheelchair. "It's very light and responsive." Dexter looked thoughtful and they fell together talking about the problems of being confined to a wheelchair. Dexter bemoaned the fact drinking beer was no longer practical, "Oh you mean going to the washroom takes so much effort. No it has to be spirits, doesn't it?"

 

Eventually Dexter moved on after Amber fished out one of the plain carriers and hooked it over his rear handles. "I've put some bedtime reading in there for you." Troy looked on pleased. "That's the first time I've seen him talk to anyone. He's the most antisocial person I know. I saw someone offer him a beer once. He looked insulted."

 

Mr. Fisher, Mr. Holden, Mr. Reeves were all introduced to Amber or Monique and felt flattered that they were known. Mr. Reeves was sent on his way with a mug of coffee and all of them were given a shopping bag of one type or another to take away.

 

Mr. Joseph Howe looked calculating at Amber. "Those bags you hand out are different depending who you're handing them to? The journalists get the cotton ones with logos and the others are getting a nylon one? Different contents as well I suspect." Oh dear a journalist with a nose. "We couldn't get enough hand made cotton ones with the logo on so the supplier had a few cheaper ones on hand and we took those to make up. You won't tell on us will you but we saved the ones with logos for the most important people for publicity the journalists, I can exchange yours for one of the cheaper ones if you like. You're right of course we stuffed a notepad and pen in the cheaper ones to sort of make up but we thought that journalists would probably have their own already." She passed him a notepad for inspection then went to lift one of nylon bags from the middle shelf and offer to him. "No I'd like that one." He pointed to one on the top shelf. Amber lifted in down and passed it over. He looked inside and saw an identical notepad so shook his head and wandered off.

 

Troy came up behind her. "Are we safe?" Amber nodded, "Fortunately the two types of notepads have identical cases. I'm just glad he refused the first bag I offered him. I took a gamble and suspected he would." Jade looked down on Monique, "You know standing in high heels all day is, well it is that's all. I'm jealous of your wheelchair being able to sit down on the job all day. Lightweight wheelchairs with whatever it is batteries that can turn on a dime should be banned. Just how many questions have you had about your wheel chair today?" Monique grinned at her. Jade turned and spoke to another member of the public who asked her a general question to which Jade rattled off the full product information.

 

When she turned back Monique looked at her impressed. "I didn't know you had studied the material so well." "I didn't, Jennifer gave me a set of lines to read and marked them with a highlighter to show when to stress the point. I've no idea what it all means but I can say my lines with the best of them. It's all to do with my ambition to be an actress."

 

After lunch, which was a quick bite of sandwich between questions, Dexter whirled up once more with an escort. "Mrs. Carter is a physiotherapist and if you have time it might be worthwhile talking to her. I've found her helpful." Mrs. Carter looked Monique over "Could we meet at the swimming pool after supper? I assume you have a bathing costume." "I can lend her one of my bikinis." Volunteered Jade. "That would be ideal." Mrs. Carter replied. Before Dexter could whirl away Jade caught his eye, "We'll be eating at café on the corner of Main and High after the show. They have tables suitable for wheelchairs." Dexter looked hesitant. "It's only hamburgers and milk shakes but they're good." Dexter nodded his agreement then whirled away.

 

At the hamburger bar they were welcomed by Denton with a towel over his arm and shown to the window seat that had a reserved label only one bench on one side. "I kept it for you special." He declared. "Now special of the day is a double cheese burger with a side order of fries with a dish of mayonnaise to dip them in." Jade grinned at him. "Well I'm practising my waitering you never know I might not stay on minimum wage forever. Gotta to get your self known. Gotta make your mark. Now sir will it be one or two ketchup sachets with that?" Even Dexter smiled at the performance. When Denton left Dexter turned to the group "Is he for real?" "You should have seen him yesterday, he looked quite depressed." "So Dexter what do you do in real life?" "I define corporate standards." Troy translated "What he says goes and I hate to admit it but he's very good at it. Don't offer to buy him a meal by the way." Amber turned to Dexter with a puzzled look on her face. "The only time I accept a meal is when you've lost the contract. That way no one can accuse me of favouritism. It's kind of fun, we had a problem once with a supplier. I called him and asked him if he wanted to take me out for lunch. He was quite excited until the penny dropped. Then we sorted out the problem." "But surely?" "I've seen salesmen fired fifteen minutes after the company was debriefed as to why they'd lost the fifteen million dollar contract. The salesman hadn't answered a mandatory requirement." "Oh." "But enough of me, tell me what do you young ladies do when you aren't being booth babies." "Well we aren't booth babies in the conventional sense. We got hired full time and our first assignment was to gain some column inches as Jennifer put it at the show." "So what happens next?" "I have to decide what to do with them."

 

"Want to review a spec for me?" He pulled out his tablet and transferred the document to them. "But isn't it restricted?" "No, the way I work is you may see part of the specifications but not all of them. Generally I leave out the length of the power cable or some such. That way you have an idea of what might be coming and if I make a major blunder it gets caught before hitting the streets." Amber looked at him "Thank you kind sir." "You haven't seen my specs before they go through the spelling checker. Compare it to your B92 model by the way."

 

The meal was pleasant and relaxed. Denton recommended a banana split which they accepted without really paying attention. When they arrived they turned out to be works of art with the bananas covered with every known glace fruit and sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.

 

Mrs. Carter asked Monique all sorts of questions about her accident and her time in hospital. "I hated it, can you imagine an unflattering hospital gown with 'Now Wash Your Hands' printed all over it. Anyone would think I was contaminated. No choice over the food either, and I was getting behind at school so when they offered the wheelchair I just took it." "Well without looking over your medical notes I can't be sure but I suspect since there is some movement in your legs we might be able to exercise them with a bit of swimming."

 

Monique was helped into the pool and took a few hesitant strokes under Mrs. Carter's supervision. "So?". Asked Amber. "I'm only here as a favour to Dexter but given a bit of physio. I see no reason why she shouldn't walk again. She'll need to build up the muscles and remember how to walk. She's probably forgotten. It should take a month I should think. The first week of an hour in the pool followed by three building up to four or five hours in the pool should get onto crutches. She'd need some physio as well. Does she have coverage?" "I'm not sure." "Well here's my card. If there is coverage I can send over my assistant. Now I'm off to meet my husband. He's taking me out for an anniversary dinner." Troy caught the last part. "Thank you for your time." He gave her a gift credit card. "Allow me to pay part of your dinner." Mrs Carter accepted the card and left them to meet her husband. When Amber asked him about it, he replied he usually carried a couple for $200 when he travelled in case his regular card had problems.

 

Monique decided she'd had enough time in the pool so Troy helped her out and holding her upright towelled her dry before placing her in her wheelchair. Meanwhile Jade and Amber had a quiet chat. "If we could stay here another three weeks by the swimming pool Monique might be able to walk again." "Cool." "Think we could persuade him? Jennifer said he could do with a few days off." "Leave it to me. I'll dash up and have the first shower and get ready."

 

Amber chatted to Monique as she steered her wheelchair towards the lobby. "So do you feel better after a swim?" "I'm not sure, the water takes the weight so I can move my legs more freely but I think they're feeling a bit tired now." On the other side Troy mentioned he thought they ought to come down and make use of the pool each day if it would help Monique. Amber thought he was more interested in the bikini's worn around and in the pool than any altruistic motive, especially those that weren't totally opaque when wet. Really she hadn't know where to look when that blonde had pulled herself up from the side. She noticed that Troy had though. It was perfectly obvious that she wasn't naturally blonde.

 

"I think we'd better wheel her into the bathroom and dump her in the bath to rinse out the chlorine." Between the two of them they eased Monique into the bath tub and sprayed her with the spray. Amber undid Monique's bikini to wash her off better. Troy looked embarrassed. "I'm sure you've seen a naked girl before, in fact you need to get rinsed off as well. Step in the bath." She'd tugged his swimming shorts down and sprayed him in what was obviously a practised movement when dealing with muddy nephews and baths.

 

Troy stepped out of the bath and towelled himself dry. He'd just put down the towel on the side when Jade made her entrance. Amber didn't see her at first but she saw the dropped jaw and sudden erection on Troy. She glanced towards the door. The girl was shameless, that gossamer baby doll outfit made the blonde's wet swimsuit look respectable and as for Troy allowing himself to be led by his erection towards the bedroom, well she wasn't sure where to look. Perhaps after she'd helped Monique towel herself off she might just take a quick peek.

 

Really it was too much, she'd been exposed too far too much male attention all day, then after the vigorous exercise swimming the sight of Jade bouncing up and down, well if she was warm before she was sopping wet now. She tapped Jade on the shoulder, "My turn." Jade rolled off and Amber quickly guided Troy deep inside her. Thank god she was turned on as she didn't think he'd last much longer. They came almost together, Troy's spurt was the trigger for her. Jade lay besides them finishing herself off by hand. "I thought that being using your boss as a sexual object ended before you were born?" Jade curled up to him and kissed him on the cheek. "We just thought we'd show you the advantage of staying here for three week's holiday would be after the show." Amber curled up contented on the other side and stroked his cheek. "And Monique could spend the time swimming and with a bit of physio be back on her feet according to Mrs Carter." "And we'd do anything to help Monique." "Even you." Murmured Amber.

 

"I couldn't afford the hotel bill." "Oh we thought of that. Instead of having four rooms for a week we could have one for four weeks." "So what exactly does she need?" "Her legs simulating and exercising." "So a good swat on her backside should help." Chimed in Jade. "I'm not so keen on that idea." Came the indigent cry from the other bed. "Or you could use your tongue on the other side." "That sounds much better."

 

"I'm sure you'd do better fluttering your eye lashes at the hotel manager." "You're joking, you'd stand more chance of getting a date with her than I." "You can be big and brave. She fancies you, just ripple your biceps at her and ask her nicely. Off you go." Troy stepped forward with a sense of doom upon him. "And what may I do for you today Sir? Just what have the terrible trio put you up to?" From the gleam in her eye she was enjoying this. Troy stuttered about four rooms for a week. "Let me guess you want me to bill your credit card for four rooms this week, cancel three, so I can give you three rooms credit and then extend your stay by three weeks?" "You knew?" "It wasn't hard to guess, besides Amber mentioned you might be by." She tapped a few keystrokes and looked up. "There all done. It wasn't that hard was it. You didn't even have to mention my big blue eyes." "But your eyes are green?" "You noticed, well done, I'll drop your boy scout badge for observation in the mail shall I?" Troy shook his head and walked away, he was missing something out of the conversation he was sure but he wasn't sure quite what.

 

"So now you're out of the wheelchair what are you intending to do next?" "I hadn't really thought about it. I thought about going to university, my grades are good enough but the thought of the student debt sort of left me cold besides who wants to live with my parents forever and a day? Do I still have a job?" "You still have a job but if you have the grades then going to university might be an idea. I suppose if I select the courses we could just say it was training but I'd expect you to stay with the company for at least a year afterwards. "You mean get paid to go?" "Yes." "I'd be a fool not to." Troy turned to Jade "Yourself?" "My grades aren't that good and I want to be an actress." "OK but all actresses have resting periods since I've committed to paying for Monique, fancy some college courses to qualify to wipe children's bottoms when you're resting?" "Acting courses?" "I'll let Amber choose something that might work for both." He turned to Amber. "Am I being offered the same deal?" Troy's nose twitched. "We could all live together?" Jade suggested. "At Troy's house?" Asked Monique mischievously.