Sex in exchange for sales became a powerful addiction.
I remembered the day Jim suggested I provide a “special” incentive in exchange for his purchase orders (PO), as he massaged my shoulders. I panicked and ran out of his office, only to return an hour later. Of course, I thought he wanted only to see and feel my tits, I didn’t foresee he required more.
In that hour away from Jim’s office, I decided to quit sales. I was not going to demean myself for my occupation. Add to that, I was engaged to be married to a wonderful man.
Yet, when I called my sales manager (SM) he misinterpreted my call and was excited that I made this important sale. I could not get my words out. He was pumped, calling me a hero, and excited to share the news with Edward, the sales executive. He cut the call short saying that he had to fire a salesman who wasn’t meeting expectations. Click—the call ended.
Of course, I could have still quit, I should have quit. However, the SM’s words of encouragement and praise tilted the balance, filling my head with thoughts of success and the possibility of going to club, in Hawaii. I returned to Jim’s office, to his surprise. Hey, he only wanted to see and feel my tits, that wouldn’t be too bad, right?
I was so naïve. When I returned, and after two scotch drinks, I found myself on my knees sucking his cock and taking his cum. I left Jim’s office with three purchase orders.
The praise from my management was an incredible ego boost. As Edward had promised, I was a hero at the bi-monthly sales meeting. A standing ovation no less! For a rookie saleswoman, this was heady stuff, especially in a male-dominated profession.
Jim called me soon after, with a referral, a friend at another company needed a new office equipment vendor. He assured me, if I got the referral, I would get the business. This could be my “whale”, a large client. Again, I was so naïve. I assumed he would simply provide the referral over the phone. No, he required me to meet him at a motel where he would exchange the coveted referral. Perhaps, I thought, he wanted to get a blowjob in a more private setting.
I drove to the motel, like a new addict returning to his drug dealer.
I justified my decision to see him, another blowjob would be all that was required. It turned out, he wanted intercourse, he wanted to fuck me.
Jim’s timing, unbeknownst to him was perfect. The night before, I had a major disagreement with my fiancé. The fight was so egregious, there was a chance we would break up. I was hurt, so Jim’s request for sex was timely. I was angry and upset, adding in a few a couple scotch drinks, I was in Jim’s arms, naked in a sleazy motel. I left the motel confused about what I just did with Jim, yet I clutched the referral, which was guaranteed to be a large sale. The ends justified the means, or so I kept telling myself.
Fortunately, Jim’s word in the purchasing world was like gold. A referral from Jim was almost a guaranteed sale. There was only one man who requested a blow job after I was referred by Jim. I acted offended and said no. His sale wasn’t that significant. I remembered how embarrassed he was, so he gave me the sale anyway. I was proud of myself for standing up to this man. However, I could not stand up to Jim, so within a few days, I was in once again naked in bed with him.
I was gaining a little control, as I was able to get Jim to take me to better, cleaner hotels and kept him informed on what sales I needed to make “club”. He wanted me to make club and I was willing to sleep with him. We formed a symbiotic relationship.
President’s Club was the holy grail of sales achievement, an all-expense paid trip to a tropical location, only given to the crème of the crop. Unbelievably, I was close to making “club” as the deadline approached. I needed one more referral, a couple more appointments, and one additional large sale. If I made it, I would be the first woman to go to club from our division, and the second person to go as a rookie. I was a hero at the sales meetings again. If my co-workers could put me on their shoulders and parade me around the room, they would have. My ego was exploding, I lost sight of what I was doing to earn this praise.
What I didn’t know was that there was a storm coming. The other sales managers were beginning to question my sales technique. My co-salespeople were giving me the cold shoulder. Jealousy, I would tell myself, fuck them! They didn’t like me anyway, a woman in a male-dominated sales environment. My SM never questioned my technique and Edward was more interested in making his bonus.
Jim knew one more large sale and a referral would put me into club. He took full advantage of this information, by inviting me to his house, a special overnight in exchange for the critical sale and referral.
I was too deep into our arrangement and was so close to making “club’, I couldn’t deny him. Yet, the guilt was creeping into my psyche, more than ever.
My fiancé and I had long since patched up our disagreement and we were joyfully looking to the day we were to be married. I justified my decision to go to Jim’s house as I was so close to club. I couldn’t stop now.
Jim’s wife was away. He had a large home, with a secluded pool and hot tub. He bought me a sexy negligée and necklace, and we enjoyed expensive wine with a gourmet dinner. We got naked in the hot tub, with more of the expensive wine.
More than once, Jim said he was going to leave his wife. This had become more than a sales arrangement for Jim. For a moment, with all this luxury, I fantasized about being a new wife. He was good-looking, distinguished with his grey hair. A Porsche was parked in his driveway, a Land Rover in the garage. I was falling in love with Jim or was it the fine wine and hot tub?
Wait. No! I was engaged to a wonderful man. This was getting crazy. Besides Jim was in his late forties and I was entering my twenties. This was new territory for me, my head was spinning.
Let’s get through this night and cool things off later I told myself. Besides, we were drunk. He wouldn’t leave his wife, would he?
We had incredible sex many times through the night. He had a very talented tongue and knew how to use it on my pussy. I had very strong orgasms, harder than I ever experienced before. I dreamed of being his new wife. Goodbye old wife.
The next morning, he drove me to my car. I had a sale and two solid referrals in my hand. I knew I made club. I forgot about my dream; I was marrying a special man I loved.
The sales office was celebrating, two other salesmen had made club as well. My SM beamed and Edward shook my hand and invited me into the “office” for a drink. He was especially happy because he crushed his quota and would be receiving a significant bonus. Even the other SMs and salesmen put their suspicions and jealousy aside. This was time for celebration. The sharp knives would come out later.
My fiancé was so proud of my accomplishments. We were going to Hawaii!
The problem was, Hawaii was a month away. It would be highly suspicious if sales dropped off now. I couldn’t end my affair with Jim. Part of me didn’t want to end it. Life became so complicated.
We made it, sitting in first class to Hawaii, my proud fiancé at my side. By this time, the guilt was riddling my brain. I would look at him sleep in the first class seat and feel the weight of my betrayal. In the weeks before, I spent another night at Jim’s home. He was intent on leaving his wife for me. I cried myself to sleep each night. What have I done?
Hawaii was magical. It was a sales meeting with the top brass of the company. I just barely made “club”, there were four salesmen way ahead of me. I wasn’t the only woman, there was a very attractive lady from the western division. Her sales were ahead of mine in the overall ranking. How did she get her sales, did she have the “Right Stuff” too? She had large tits and a tight ass. I wish I could have asked her. This was not her first trip to club.
While we were being feted with tours, wonderful food, and wine, back home the storm was brewing.
Tony, the salesman I beat out with my “assets” was out for revenge. The other SMs restarted their suspicion as well. It didn’t take Tony long to understand how I used my advantages to win sales, beating him over and over. He figured out it was with my tits, not my sales acumen.
He began to spread rumors, which quickly reached my office. Jim, who still harbored thoughts of making me his new wife, warned me of the impending tsunami. Of course, he coupled it with the lure that I would not have to work in sales if I became his wife. At least he was protecting me; I will grant him that.
My Hawaiian tan hadn’t worn off when I suddenly resigned. I didn’t even go into the office; my shame was that great. No one tried to change my mind, they knew I was a whore.
I could visualize Edward shaking his head in his testosterone-filled office, saying, “What a shame.”
But that would be because this whore helped him to one of his highest bonuses. In the end, it was all about money.
