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PARTY PLAN

By Lionspen.
Copyright © Lionspen 2003

CHAPTER 1: SALES TECHNIQUES

(FFIst, Oral, Toys)

A young, married woman is introduced to lesbian sex and the enjoyment of sex toys by her new female boss.


Lisa jiggled her feet with impatience as she waited for her visitor to arrive.  The house was tidy, the baby was sleeping and the kettle had boiled ready for the coffee, but where was her guest?

So few visitors came to the house these days and Lisa met people only when she went to the shops or braved the local mother and toddler group.  God, she really needed to get out more!  That’s what this expected visit was all about.  She had found the advert in the local paper.  ‘Have fun whilst making £££s’, the title had proclaimed.  Well, she could certainly do with making some money.  The bills were coming in thick and fast and there was only Steve to pay them out of his lowly-waged factory job and she had to admit that the idea of having fun whilst working also sounded appealing.  So she had rung the telephone number quoted and asked about the job being advertised.  Her call had been answered by the personnel officer of a ‘party plan’ company.  Company employees, Lisa was told, worked by visiting people’s homes and selling goods to their families and friends.  The job was paid on commission, but the commission was very good.  Lisa had arranged a date for an area manager to come and talk to her about the position available.  It had taken a great deal of courage for Lisa to even consider being a ‘party plan’ agent and now she had decided to go for it, she wanted to make a good impression on the area manager.  What she hadn’t realised was that the woman might be late for the appointment.

Ten minutes later Lisa was still waiting.  Two of her nails were bitten down to the quick and she had boiled the kettle twice more.  Then there was a ring at the doorbell.  Brushing imaginary creases out of her freshly-ironed skirt, Lisa rushed to greet her visitor.

‘Hi.  I’m Marie.  I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting,’ gasped a smartly-dressed, statuesque woman as she forced herself and a very large suitcase through the narrow front door and into the lounge, ‘but I had to stop at the warehouse and pick up a few more items for your kit.’

‘My kit?’  stammered Lisa.  ‘But you haven’t offered me the job yet!’

‘Oh, that’s okay.  I’m sure you’ll want to do it when you see the range we are selling.’  The woman glanced appraisingly at Lisa.  ‘And you look just right for the job.’  And, without waiting for permission, Lisa’s visitor opened the suitcase and spilled its contents onto the lounge floor.

Lisa was amazed.  Spread before her were skimpy nightdresses, satin briefs in a variety of styles (many without fronts or backs and some without middles), bras of all shapes and sizes, camisoles, corsets, stockings, suspenders and a whole range of sex toys, many of which she could not even begin to envisage the purpose for.  Of course she had heard about house parties where these things were sold, but she had never been to one, let alone imagine selling these items herself.  ‘You expect me to sell these?’  She asked, eyes wide with astonishment.

‘Well yes.  Didn’t anyone tell you about the items we sold when you rang?’

‘They said “lingerie and other items.”  I thought I would be selling tasteful nightwear.’

‘But this is tasteful.’  Laughed Marie.  ‘Just imagine the sweet taste of that!’  And she waved a large vibrator in Lisa’s face.  It bore the name “Strawberry Delight”.

‘Look… I don’t think… ‘

‘Come on now.  Don’t be so sheepish.  I know a good salesgirl when I see one and a girl who enjoys a laugh.  You do enjoy a laugh don’t you?’

‘Of course I do.’  Lisa answered tetchily, ‘but I don’t see anything here to laugh about.’

Marie knelt down and started to pack the items back into the suitcase.  ‘Look, I’m sorry if I offended you.  I obviously got it wrong …  Shame though, I think you would have enjoyed selling our stuff.  And there’s good money in it too.’

‘How much money?’  Lisa was intrigued despite her misgivings.

‘Let’s say you take your goods to a party and sell them at an average price of £20 per customer to a group of ten women.  That’s £200’s worth of goods you’ve sold.  Your commission is 30 percent, so you have made £60 from a very enjoyable evening’s work.’

‘And I would sell only to women?’

‘Well, we usually suggest to the hostess that she lets all her guests know that this is a woman-only party.  That stops any embarrassment and the women feel much freer to buy what they really want without being distracted by men.  In any case, men usually find these parties difficult and they make lots of loud jokes to cover their confusion.  We sell more products at women-only parties anyway, so it makes perfect sense.’

‘And women buy all of these things?’

‘You’d better believe it!  I’ve sold sex toys and really sexy underwear to women of all ages and classes, from teenage girls to grannies in their seventies.  They all like sex, given half a chance, and if they haven’t got a man around, well we’ve plenty of ways to help them with that!’  Marie was now waving four vibrators at Lisa.  Two were so huge that they looked more like table ornaments than sex aids.

‘But how would I sell these things?  I mean, I wouldn’t have to demonstrate them would I?’  Lisa shuddered at the thought.

‘Well … that would be up to you.’  Marie replied carefully.  ‘Most parties are just straight parties.  You talk about the items, you then go around and talk to the guests individually while they have their tea and biscuits or whatever, and you take their orders, tot up the sales balance, give the hostess her commission and then pack up and go home.  Of course, if you wanted, I could put a few of the demonstration parties your way.  There’s a lot more money to be made from those.’

‘No,  I wouldn’t be interested in those types of parties.’  Lisa was rapidly falling back into her earlier defensive mood.

‘That’s okay, but let me give you a little demonstration, just to show you how these things go.’

‘I don’t think so …’

But Marie was already removing her suit.

Despite her embarrassment and disbelief that this was happening in her own home, Lisa found herself sinking slowly back on the couch whilst watching Marie remove her clothing.  First the jacket came off; pulled wide open, slipped down over the shoulders, and discarded to the lounge floor in one fluid motion.  Then the woman slipped off her skirt, wriggling seductively as the silky material brushed her hips.  She stepped daintily out of the skirt and kicked it to land beside the jacket.  She was wearing nothing underneath except a tight satin bra which barely contained her large, rounded breasts and a skimpy pair of silk panties that fully displayed her pubic mound.

Marie stood still for a moment, gazing speculatively into Lisa’s eyes, and then she picked up a long, smooth vibrator and began to rub it against her bulging womanhood.

Lisa watched in stunned fascination as the vibrator moved, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, across the front of Marie’s silk panties.  Then, Marie pushed it past her mound, between the lips of her pussy, clearly visible through the scanty briefs, and up between the ample cheeks of her arse, pushing them aside and rubbing her anus with the side of the toy.  Slowly she pulled the vibrator down again, dragging the silken fabric of her panties backwards as the toy travelled through the swollen pussy lips and up to her clit, where she spent a moment prodding and probing with the point of the pulsating instrument.  Her eyes were glazed as she repeated the action:  down and through and up and rub; down and through and up and prod …  the vibrator hummed and Marie moaned as her actions became more intense.

Lisa’s own panties were feeling wet.  Tentatively she pulled up her skirt and felt the soaking material.  Her clit was throbbing and her labia were full and aching.  A flush spread up her neck to her cheeks and then down through her whole body.  She shuddered and rubbed her pussy hard against the seat of the couch, trying to contain the growing pressure in her sex.

Marie had almost reached fever pitch.  She dropped to her knees with a gasp, rubbing frantically at her slit, grasping the sides of the vibrator with one hand and tugging her panties to one side with the other.  With a cry she drove the vibrator hard up between her soaking lips and circled it against her pussy walls with the heel of her hand.  She massaged her straining mound with the other hand and, with a shriek of pure ecstasy, she gave in to the frenzy of her orgasm.  Her neck arched and she lifted her body, curling her spine backwards and jutting her sex forward and upward.  Releasing her grip on the instrument, she cupped her swollen breasts, massaging them fiercely, her face flushed with pleasure.  Lisa gasped as she saw the vibrator bouncing and pulsing in Marie’s cunt as her pussy walls contracted again and again to the beat of her orgasm.

Eventually, with a moan, Marie dropped back to her knees, grasped the slippery vibrator and pulled it gently out from between her swollen labia.  She accidentally prodded her clit as the instrument slid out and gave a little ‘oh’, shuddering with shock as the sensitive bud reacted to the nudging sensation.  Then, delicately rearranging her sopping panties, she curled her knees to one side, sat up with one last sigh, and turned a flushed and satisfied face towards Lisa.

‘Well, what do you think?’  Marie’s voice was husky from her exertions.

‘I … I don’t know!’  Stammered Lisa, almost tongue-tied by the impact of the scene she had just witnessed and acutely aware that her own body was displaying signs of arousal.  Glancing down, she was horrified to find that her skirt was still pulled up and her panties were bunched tightly into her aching slit.

Marie laughed as she saw Lisa’s disarray.  ‘On second thoughts, don’t bother to answer that; I can see for myself!’

Lisa did not bother to deny her predicament.  It was painfully obvious that she was sadly in need of relief.  All embarrassment cast aside, she looked pleadingly at Marie and waited silently for her response.

‘Oh Lisa.’  Exclaimed Marie.  ‘I do believe you need a little help.  Come here my new sales girl and I’ll oblige.’

 Fear and hesitation no longer held Lisa back, so great was her need for Marie’s help.  Brushing her skirt down, she rose and stepped into the older woman’s welcoming embrace.

Lisa’s world span as Marie gently slipped her hands around her waist and slid them upwards, taking the young woman’s t-shirt up over her head and arms and conveying it expertly to the floor.  She undid the clasp of Lisa’s bra and slid that up and to the floor also.  Then she stood back, with her hands still on Lisa’s waist, and gazed with admiration at the young woman’s small, pert breasts, with their hard, erect pink nipples.  Bending forward, Marie took one of the pink buds into her mouth and prodded it with her tongue.  The nipple jolted forward and Lisa’s breasts bloomed and rippled with tiny goose bumps.  A gasp escaped from her mouth and she shook from head to toe.  Marie sucked at the nipple and pulled it gently with her teeth.  She grasped the other and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.

Lisa’s body began to sag; her knees bent and her thighs widened.  Her panties strained against her hungry pussy and she felt the lips widening and opening for their badly-needed present.

Suddenly Marie was cupping Lisa’s cunt in her hand.  With her fingers she pushed the panties to one side and slipped her middle finger up into the warm, wet hole.  She rubbed the budding clitoris with her knuckles and rolled her finger around inside the tight pussy walls.  With her free hand she produced a shiny, black vibrator.  Its shaft was thick and pulsing and its tip hummed and jiggled ready to provide intense delight.  Smiling knowingly, Marie held the vibrator up to Lisa’s face.  Then she pushed it into the young woman’s mouth and watched as she sucked and probed its pulsating tip.  When the instrument was covered in spit, Marie ran it down the young woman’s chin, down her neck, down her taut stomach, and posed it millimetres away from her swollen, wet sex.

‘Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Please let me take it!’  Lisa moaned.

‘Are you sure my pretty sales girl?  It’s long and wide.  Are you sure your small pussy can take it?’

‘Yes!  Oh yes!’ Croaked Lisa, almost breathless with anticipation.  ‘Give it to me.  I need it so badly!’

But the older woman placed the vibrator on the table beside them.  It hummed gently as it moved in a circle around the polished surface.  Marie glanced at it, smiled, and then turned her attention back to Lisa.

Suddenly, she dropped to her knees with one heel pushed deeply against her sex.  With a swift tug she grabbed Lisa’s panties and pulled them to the floor.  Then, leaving the small, sopping bundle draped around the young woman’s feet, she reached up, grasped the cheeks of Lisa’s backside, pulled her cunt towards her, and buried her face deeply into the lightly-furred mound.  With a sigh of pleasure, she nuzzled the young woman’s clit with the tip of her nose and pushed her tongue up into her wet, silky passage, poking it in and out rapidly.  Lisa howled with rapture, grasped Marie’s shoulders and squatted with her thighs as wide as they would go, straining to make her slit as open as possible for the warm reptilian tongue that was slithering around her pussy walls and making them flow with her juices.

In one swift movement, Marie drew back and replaced the reptile with the throbbing, whirring vibrator.  She pushed it deep into Lisa’s cunt and pressed a button on the instrument’s base.  The throbbing deepened, pushing at the slippery walls, until Lisa felt like they would explode with the pressure.  She clamped her labia tight around the toy’s base and massaged it with her pussy muscles.  Marie’s moans were now matching Lisa’s as she rubbed her own pussy frantically against her heel.  She rubbed her fingers across the young woman’s quivering clit, still pushing the vibrator in and out of her cunt.  Lisa’s whole body began to shake with exquisite pleasure, and then the world exploded.  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the darkness inside her head was filled with widening beams of purple, blue and red.  Her ears filled with thunder and the sky in her head exploded into millions of golden stars.  She didn’t notice the scream that escaped from her lips, or the satisfied moan that came from Marie.  She grasped Marie tight and clung on for dear life as her body shuddered wildly and her legs turned to jelly.

As Lisa began to come down from the height of her pleasure, Marie kissed her brow and gently lowered her to the couch.  She pushed her powerful body down alongside the younger woman’s delicate frame and they lay, holding each other tight, while the fever drained from their bodies.

The two women lay in each other’s arms for some time, spent and happy and exhausted.  Eventually Marie sat up, slid her feet onto the floor, and stretched her body luxuriously.

‘Time for me to go, little sales girl.’  She smiled as she bent down and recovered her discarded clothes from the floor.  As she shook out the garments and stepped into them, the older woman’s whole demeanour changed.  Gone was the seduction of the striptease; Marie was now an efficient area manager.

‘I’d get dressed if I were you.’  She suggested to Lisa, as she slipped her jacket over her shoulders.  ‘You’ll get cold lying there like that.’

Suddenly realisation struck.

‘Here I am,’ thought Lisa, ‘lying naked on a couch in my lounge and being lectured by a woman in a business suit.  What on earth came over me?’  Blushing, she looked up.  Marie was smiling.

‘That’s okay little sales girl.  Just wrap yourself in a throw if you like.  After all, as I’m leaving your sales kit with you, you are bound to want to try a few more toys out.’

Then, with a final smoothing down of her silk skirt, the area manager picked up her briefcase, walked to the door and undid the latch.  She turned and smiled again.

‘I’ll be back tomorrow to help you organise your first demonstration.  So have a good look at the kit, experiment with as many items as you can and be prepared for your first private demonstration …  To your area manager, of course.’

Then she turned, opened the door, and stepped out onto the street.

Lisa stared open-mouthed at the closing door.  Did she really want to be a demonstrator?  She didn’t know.  Then she smiled to herself.  What did it matter?  Either way she would have a great time finding out!

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