R W Finch

The saleslady_s pitch

CHAPTER ONE

Marilyn Summers desperately needed a sale. In the six weeks she'd worked for Thomas Realty, she hadn't been able to sell even one house. Her husband Derek was out of work, they were a month behind the rent, and the finance company kept calling every day about the car payments. In addition, there was barely food enough left in the apartment for the two of them to eat.

Understandably then, the thought of losing her job – and all the money she knew she'd eventually make – terrified her. Marilyn was in fact, ready to try just about anything if it meant making a sale.

"Take your time looking around," Marilyn said sweetly, brushing a stray wisp of blonde hair away from her forehead. "I'm sure you'll like what you see, Mr. Blandings."

She stood in the living room of a vacant, but furnished house she was showing, looking young and pretty and sexy in a light summer dress. The silky fabric of the dress hugged her in all the right places, accentuating the firm roundness of her jiggling tits and pert ass. Her slender legs, deeply tanned, were smooth and shapely.

"The furniture goes with the house," Marilyn added helpfully.

"It's all very nice," her prospective customer nodded with a polite smile. A widowed business executive in his forties, balding and of slight build, he began looking though the house. "It might be just what I'm looking for."

Marilyn dutifully followed Mr. Blandings from room to room.

"Gosh, what a gigantic bed!" She giggled like a schoolgirl when they stood in the master bedroom. She batted her huge green eye seductively at the man. "Isn't it just perfect?"

"It's certainly a big bed," Mr. Blandings agreed. He seemed somewhat nervous at being alone with such an alluring young woman, his manner decidedly self-conscious.

"I just love a big bed," Marilyn giggled again. "Just seeing one gives me wicked thoughts."