How to Succeed in Business

by Headhunter

Jay Williams was the All-American young man. He grew up in a good 
family, went to college and married his high school sweetheart, Jill. 
He had started a wholesale industrial equipment business in a small 
town that was near the intersection of the North/South and East/West 
Interstate Hiways. The business was growing slowly, but was still not 
on solid ground, even after ten years of hard work on Jay's part. He 
had been married for 11 years. Jill, his attractive dark-haired wife, 
had given birth 8 years ago to their daughter Shannon. Shannon was a 
bright pretty girl who was now in the second grade. In fact, Shannon 
was a lot like her mother. Full of life and humor, always ready to 
accept a challenge.

Jay's business was doing OK. But the business had not taken off like 
he had hoped. When Shannon had gone to the 1st grade in school, Jill 
had begun helping Jay at the business part-time. Jill would work on 
the financial books and billing statements for Jay, so he could help 
with sales. The company only had one salesman, Bill McCurry. Bill 
McCurry was a 48 year-old salesman who had sold everything from cars 
to jock straps during his career. He was the typical slick back hair, 
white shoe, polyester suit salesman. He was a little sleazy, but had 
a lot of business contacts

The business consisted of Jay; the salesman Bill; a secretary who was 
a late 50's maternal grandmother type named Mrs. Cosby; the part-time 
bookkeeper and wife, Jill; and two burly men who worked in the 
warehouse. The warehousemen loaded and unloaded the trucks, as Jay's 
company bought industrial equipment from manufactures and resold it 
wholesale to factories and contractors. Sales of equipment was the 
lifeblood of the business.

Jay and Jill had bought a nice house in the small town. They were so 
All-American that the house even had a white picket fence around it. 
Jay helped coach little league baseball and Jill served on the 
Elementary School's PTA. The business was just making enough to 
support them, and like many young couples they lived month to month. 
The 33 year old Jay was tall and slender, with light brown hair and a 
handsome face. He worked hard and loved his family. Jill was 32, with 
beautiful hips and long shapely legs. She had worked hard to keep her 
weight down after giving birth to Shannon. She had shoulder length 
straight black hair, shinning eyes, and was quick with a smile and a 
laugh. Her breasts were small b-cups, but were topped with very 
sensitive pink nipples that would harden into pebbles at the 
slightest touch. She had always wished her breasts were bigger, and 
had enjoyed the time when she was nursing Shannon. She had enjoyed 
the extra bra cup-size her chest had swelled to, and she enjoyed the 
constant stimulation nursing had provided her sensitive nipples.

Jay's biggest client was Mack Anderson, the purchasing agent for 
Consolidated Manufacturing Co. Half of Jay's business came from Mack. 
Consolidated Manufacturing was headquartered two states away at the 
end of the East/West Interstate. Jay got about 10% of Mack's 
business. The short, fat, balding Mr. Mack Anderson could have given 
the business to anybody, but the corporate executive seemed to like 
the fresh faced and honest Jay. Mr. Anderson had once told Jay that 
he enjoyed working with a young idealist. Most of the business Mr. 
Anderson did was with business sharks, who would literally screw you 
over for a deal. Mr. Anderson often told Jay about all of the 
kickbacks he got for giving other people Consolidated Manufacturing's 
business. Everything from, trips, cars, vacations, cash and even 
hookers.

Jay didn't do business that way. Mr. Anderson came to town once a 
month to place an order. Jay and Bill would take the 50 year old, Mr. 
Anderson out to dinner and then to the one and only strip-club in the 
small town. Mr. Anderson would indulge in one lap dace from the 
stripper with the biggest tits at the club. Mr. Anderson would sit 
back in his chair while the dancer would sit and squirm on his lap in 
only a g-string, and then turn and nestle Mack Anderson's fat face 
between what were usually silicone enhanced boobs. After the lap-
dance and a few drinks, Mack would call it a night. Mr. Anderson 
would have Bill drive his bloated sweating body back to his local 
motel. Even though Jay worked the Consolidated Manufacturing account, 
Mr. Anderson liked having Bill McCurry come with them. Jay assumed 
that it was because Mack and Bill were close to the same age. Jay was 
usually home by 11 O'clock, with the next months order signed from 
Consolidated Manufacturing.

Jay never tried to bribe Mr. Anderson, he ran an honest business. He 
always tried to get Mr. Anderson to sign a 6 month or one- year 
contract, but Mack would always say that he had to think about that. 
So Jay, while happy to get the one month order, had to plan his 
business month to month.

The rest of Jay's company sales were from smaller companies, and Bill 
McCurry handled them all. Jay had recently been trying to develop new 
customers, but hadn't had much success. His honest approach to 
business was hurting him. Frankly, all of the Purchasing Agents he 
called on wanted some kind of kick-back or bribe for giving an order 
to Jay. Jay wasn't willing to do that. He didn't have enough extra 
money to do it, even if he wanted too. Even if his ethics would let 
him.


Jay and Jill's life was full. Jay worked hard and when Jill wasn't at 
the Company, she was taking care of their beautiful home and 
beautiful daughter. Everyone in town liked the William's. They were 
the kind of young couple you would want living next door. The 
attractive couple made uninspired love on a regular basis. And while 
their sex life had slowed up a little over the years, they enjoyed 
fairly conservative sex twice a week. The spice in their life usually 
came when Jill would buy a fancy lace teddy or tiny bra, panty and 
garter set for special occasions. They had oral sex infrequently, and 
only fucked in the missionary position or with Jill sitting astride 
Jay's average 6 in cock. They truly loved each other. Both of them 
cherished, not the sex, but the closeness of holding each other and 
whispering there love for one another.

Both Jay and Jill wanted the business to be a success. They wanted to 
give their daughter all of the best things life had to offer, and 
they wanted to enjoy the fruits of their labor. They worked hard and 
had invested all of themselves into their home and business. When Jay 
came home from taking Mack out to dinner and to the strip club, Jill 
would tease him about all of the half naked dancers he had seen that 
night. Their lovemaking after one of Mack's business calls always 
seemed more intense.

One month, between business appointments from Consolidated 
Manufacturing, the local Bible Churches and the PTA, joined forces to 
close down the only strip club in the small town. Neither Jay nor 
Jill thought anything of it. Jill had even helped stuff envelopes to 
citizens on behalf of the PTA. The letters had talked about how the 
strip club was a bad influence on the children of the town. While 
Jill didn't really care about the strip club, she had done her part 
as an active PTA member.

The club closed down. Nobody thought about it until Mr. Mack Anderson 
showed up to place his order, and there was no strip club to go to 
for his regular lap dance. Jay didn't think it would matter much to 
Mack, but he was wrong. When Mack was in Jay's office late in the 
afternoon, he told Jay that without his regular lap dance he wasn't 
interested in doing business. He told Jay that he looked forward all 
month to the visit to the small town, where he didn't have to worry 
about anybody knowing him. He went on to say that the strip club was 
really the reason he gave Jay the business he did. It gave him an 
excuse to come to the town, far away from where he was known. He 
could enjoy being rubbed by a half naked young woman and nobody would 
find out about it.

Jay, in a panic said that they could drive to a bigger city over an 
hour away. The clubs would be better there anyway. Mack just shook 
his head and said that at his age and weight he didn't want to go 
chasing around. He would just go back to his motel and find a new 
supply company in another small town.

Jay was devastated. Without Consolidated Manufacturing's account his 
business would go under. He would loose everything. Mack left to 
return to his motel and Jay dejectedly went home to tell Jill the bad 
news.

Jay got home to find his pretty and loving wife preparing the family 
dinner. Shannon was playing on the swing set Jay had built in the 
back yard. Jay came into the kitchen and with a sob, put his arms 
around his wife. "I don't know what we are going to do?", Jay half 
cried into Jill lustrous black hair. "What's the matter?" , asked 
Jill, alarmed. She had never seen her husband so defeated, even 
during the tough start up years of the business. Jay explained the 
dilemma to Jill. She was shocked. She felt even worse because she had 
actually helped close the club down. She kept the Business and the 
household books and knew that this would destroy the business and 
their life. They would probably have to sell their house. As she held 
her defeated husband and looked out the window at her happily playing 
carefree daughter, she knew that she had to help her husband figure a 
way out of this problem.

Jill suggested that they find a local stripper to lap dance for Mr. 
Anderson. Jay replied that he had thought of that and his phone calls 
had revealed that all of the strippers who had worked at the club had 
left town. Jill then asked if there was enough time to have a 
stripper from the closest city come to Mr. Anderson's motel. Jay said 
that he had tried that, but hadn't found anyone willing to drive over 
two hours round trip for one lap dance. Finally, Jill asked if Jay 
knew any women in town might need some extra money and be willing to 
pretend to be a professional stripper. Without thinking Jay said, 
"not in this small town, besides nobody needs the money more than 
us."

Jill's face lighted up. She said, "Jay I know you didn't mean it that 
way, but your right we do need this more than anyone else. I won't 
loose everything we have worked for. I won't put Shannon through 
this. The answer is right in front of you. I'll go give Mr. Anderson 
his lap dance." Jay was shocked. How could he let his wife, his love, 
the mother of his daughter, rub her tits in some dirty old man's 
face. But the more Jill talked, the more it made sense. Mr. Anderson 
had never met Jill. It was only one dance and she wouldn't be 
completely nude. She would do it this one time, and then in the 
future, Jay could pay a stripper to come from out of town. Finally, 
against his better judgment Jay agreed.

Jill immediately called a baby sitter and then went to their bedroom 
to get ready. Jay called the motel and when Mr. Mack Anderson 
answered, he asked if Jay could bring a stripper by his room for a 
private lap dance. Mr. Anderson sounded excited and said readily 
agreed. He also asked Jay to bring a bottle of Scotch. At the end of 
the conversation Mr. Anderson said, "I'm proud of your spirit Jay, 
but I hope the stripper is good, no promises until after the dance. 
Usually I get to pick my own dancer."

While helping Jill get ready, Jay briefed her on how he had seen the 
strippers in the club lap dance. He told her how they dropped their 
tops and rubbed their breasts on the back of the neck of the man 
seated in front of them. They would dance in front of the man and sit 
in his lap. Jay went on to say that they would squirm around on the 
man's lap and at the end of the dance the dancer would press the 
man's face between their breasts. Jill asked if the man touched the 
dancers. Jay replied that touching was a no-no, and that if a man 
grabbed a dancer that they would politely but firmly move the man's 
hands away. Jay also said that the man would usually put some money 
under the g-string of the dancer. Jill didn't have a g-string, so Jay 
and Jill decided that she would wear her two piece bathing suit. This 
made Jay feel better because Jill always wore modest bathing suits 
with large bottoms. The top tended to be smaller, but that had never 
been a problem at the pool, because Jill's breasts were not very big. 
What Jill had never told Jay was that the same heavy black hair on 
her head grew on her pussy. Her pubic hair was black, heavy and long. 
Jill could only wear large bathing suits and panties, otherwise her 
shiny black cunt hair would curl around the edge of her suit. Since 
her skin was very white, the hair was very visible. Jill thought that 
her mass of pussy hair was ugly.

Jay told her to wear more make-up than usual, but it still wasn't 
that heavy. After she was done Jill still looked very innocent. She 
didn't look much like the jaded strippers Jay had seen. She put an 
overcoat on over her bathing suit and was ready to go. At the last 
minute Jay noticed her wedding rings and suggested she take them off 
since he didn't want Mr. Anderson to get suspicious. As they walked 
out of the bedroom Jay looked back at Jill's wedding and engagement 
rings sitting on her dresser. He thought to himself, "are we doing 
the right thing?"

The baby-sitter arrived and Jay drove a very nervous Jill to the 
motel. After knocking tentatively at his door Mr. Anderson let them 
both into the room. Mack's eyes lit up when he saw Jill. "Hello, my 
dear, what is your name", Mack asked? Without thinking Jay's wife 
answered, "Jill". Jay jumped in, " her stage name was Jilly before 
she retired from dancing. She is doing this as a favor to me." Jill 
smiled weakly at Mr. Anderson. She thought to herself that he really 
was a toad. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie. His white dress 
shirt was rumpled and large sweat stains were visible under his arms. 
He was very fat and only about 5ft. 6in tall. His bald head glistened 
with sweat even though the air conditioner was on full blast and the 
room was chilly.

Mack pulled the chair that sat at the motel room's desk and sat down. 
He said, "Jay, there is ice and glasses in the bathroom, make us all 
a scotch on the rocks. As Jay made the drinks he could hear Mack ask 
"Jilly" about when she retired and why she didn't have the usual high 
heels that strippers wear on. Jill picked right up on the details, 
after her initial mistake of using her own name. She made up a story 
about how after her child was born that she got out of the business 
and had discarded all of her shoes and costumes. She went on to say 
that she hoped he didn't mind that she was wearing a bathing suit as 
a costume. He said, with a lecherous grin, that it didn't bother him 
if she gave him a good dance.

Jay returned with the drinks and "Jilly's" nervousness caused her to 
drink rapidly. Mack told Jay to make her another . She drank the 
second drink just as quickly. "OK, lets get me my dance", Mack said. 
"You didn't bring any music, so turn on the radio Jay. I'll sit here 
why don't you sit on the bed, Jay. And Jilly, I've got a big fat lap 
for you to sit in." Jill giggled and as Jay found a rock and roll 
station on the radio, Jill stood in front of the seated Mack and 
dropped her coat to the floor. Jay sat nervously on the bed as Mack's 
grin spread across his fleshy face. Mack looked up at "Jilly's eyes 
and said, "nice body honey, but your tits are to small for this 
business." Jay almost jumped off of the bed and grabbed Mack. The 
dirty old man casually talking about his wives breasts infuriated 
him, but he caught himself. Jay sat there burning up inside as Jill 
started to sway to the music in front of Mack's beady eyes.

"Take it off, Jilly" cheered Mack. With a tentative look over at Jay, 
who was sitting stiffly on the bed with his hands clenched. Jill 
reached back and undid her bathing suit top. Slowly she began to 
lower it. It had the effect of being a tease, but actually the 
slowness was because of Jill's nervousness. As Jill's top lowered, 
her pink nipples came into view. They were hard and erect, both from 
nerves and the cool air conditioning in the room. "All right", 
exclaimed Mack, " nice nipples, lets see your tit flesh, baby cakes." 
Mack's language was driving Jay crazy. These were the same comments 
Mack had made to the big breasted girls at the strip club. Mack's 
words hadn't bothered Jay then, but now, talking about his love, his 
soul mate and wife, Jay wanted to punch Mack in the face. Jay forced 
himself think about the business. He rationalized to himself that 
Jill had wanted to do this to help him. He needed Jill's help to save 
his business and home. Jay calmed himself down and began to enjoy 
"Jilly's" dance as her top hit the floor.

Jill had begun to get the rhythm of the music. She swayed in front of 
Mack bending at the knees and swinging her hips in an exaggerated 
bump and grind. Even in the cool room, with her rock hard nipples 
bouncing slightly from side to side on her tea cup tits, Jill was 
sweating. Sweating from nerves, the booze, and maybe for the intent 
stare of the ugly fat man in front of her. She could feel his eyes on 
her body.

She slowly danced behind the chair. Jill tentatively reach out and 
put her hands on Mack's shoulders. He tilted his head back just as 
Jill stepped forward, and the fringe of hair around his bald head 
came in contact with Jill's moist tits. Jill felt an electric shock 
run through her body as Mack's course hair rubbed on her nipples. She 
actually became weak in the knees for a moment before recovering 
enough to dance around in front of Mack again. She turned away from 
him and then slowly backed into his lap. Jill was sitting on Mack's 
knees facing away from him. She rocked back and forth from one ass 
cheek to the other, not really knowing how to squirm like the 
professional dancers did on the crotch of the man.

Mack grabbed Jill by the hips and pulled her back until her ass was 
stopped by his protruding belly. Then he rotated here hips with his 
hands until she understood how to grind her hips. When she began to 
move on her own he dropped his hands and let out an audible sigh. 
Jill could feel his hard penis through his trousers as it poked the 
inside of her left thigh. She continued to grind her hips for a few 
seconds then stood up, swung her leg over Mack's lap and sat back 
down facing him. She had learned her lesson and now, without being 
prompted, began to grind her hips on Mack's lap. His big stomach was 
rubbing against the front of Jill's bathing suit. The rubbing of 
Mack's fat belly was stimulating Jill's cunt lips, even through her 
suit and the mass of black pubic hair. Jill was silently grateful 
that she was wearing a waterproof bathing suit, because she knew that 
her vagina was secreting lots of sex juice.

It amazed her that she could get turned-on rubbing against such a 
toad of a man. But there was something about the situation and her 
nervousness that excited her. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Jill looked over at Jay who still had a frown on his face, but at 
least it looked like he had relaxed a little. Jill finally grabbed 
Mack's head by the ears and rising up slightly quickly pulled his 
face to her chest. The move caught Mack buy surprise and his head 
turned slightly. Jill's hard left nipple ended up pressed into Mack's 
right ear. He sighed again and slumped back. Jill got up and quickly 
retrieved her suit top and put it on. Mack waved Jill forward, and as 
she stood in front of him he pushed a twenty dollar bill under the 
side of her suit bottom, at her hip.

Mack stood up. His cock was making a tent in his trousers. "Well, 
Jilly baby, I guess it has been a while since you danced, but you got 
better as the dance went on. Why don't you get some new dancing duds. 
Since the strip club closed you could probably get some private 
dances in this town and pick up some extra money. But get a g-string, 
I know your customers will want to see that fine ass of yours." Mack 
turned to Jay and said, "well it wasn't great, but I kind of like the 
bitch, I'll renew my order for another month." Jay was so happy about 
the order he didn't even mind Mack calling Jill, his wife, a bitch 
and talking about her "fine ass".

Later that night Jill literally attacked Jay in the bed. As she 
straddled her surprised husband she asked Jay if her had enjoyed his 
wife's strip show. Jay nodded dumbly as Jill's wet steaming love box 
enveloped his stiff prick. Jill bounced up and down with a vigor she 
had never shown. In just a few moments both Jay and Jill had crashing 
orgasms.
