The Important Sale

My name is Melissa. I am of medium height and slender, but my breasts are enormous, D-cup. This has made me too popular among my schoolmates and at my job, and I know that my close girlfriends envy me, up to the point of increasing their bust sizes as soon as they have saved or they have gotten a rich husband to pay for them. I have discreetly exploited my attractiveness in the sales and marketing world.

One day, I applied at a new technology company, and I was hired for my good record in sales, besides my attractiveness, which might have influenced my previous success. The difficult thing was to learn so many technical terms for my first visit to an important client. I almost felt dizzy by the figures and specifications of the product in question, but it was worthwhile. The boss was so impressed that he appointed me junior manager. In the meeting, he explained:

"These clients took us more than six months from the initial approach, but Missy here had them eating out of her hand in less than an hour."

They introduced me to my new sales team, all males and almost all very attractive, except Ray, the technical adviser, a super-intelligent "nerd" to train us on the complicated data of the products, after all, he helped to design some of them. He practically lived in a small cubicle away from ours, revising plans and computer programs, and from time to time, he took calls that we transferred to him when to some of us was stuck on an explanation or weas missing some details. He could have been a great salesperson, and I imagine that's why the upper management sent him to us, because he handled the clients well, but he is very shy. The few times when he came out, the others made fun of him, and it was difficult for me to control them, especially when they spoke nice things about my figure.

Once, he came distracted, apparently with some reports that he was reading and he bumped into me, holding on my breast for balance. I got angry and pressed him against a wall, and I squeezed his neck, while I growled at him:

"Do you also want to play smartass with me?"

I even bumped his skull against the wall, not with so much force, but enough to hurt him and make him never forget what was his place in the office. He wanted to apologize, but he felt very intimidated and began to sob for the pain and the shame. He locked himself in his cubicle, and he didn't dare to leave until all the others left. He was barely able to take technical calls an hour later, after recovering his composure. If he suffered for his self-esteem before, he was now almost paranoid.

One day, a large telecommunications company became interested in an interconnector that they needed to integrate telephony with Internet, and they called us. We reserved a Suite and a conference room to hold the presentations, and at first, Ray began the presentation, but he had to go to the plant to solve a problem with one of the products that our potential client would use.

Left behind with the clients, we began to explain, in general terms, the operation of the new network, but we were stumped with details in certain connections. The clients, showing great patience, retired to their rooms, but if the next day, we couldn't clarify how the products that we proposed to sell to them would be integrated, they would leave the city at check-out time and we would lose the most important sale of our company. I returned to the office to take any pamphlet that might help me explain, but I could not digest in order to use it the next day. I remembered Ray, and now it was I who felt remorse by having mistreated him over a mere misunderstanding. But there was no time to lose in childish things, and I called him:

"Ray, could you be at the hotel tomorrow morning? The clients bombarded us with difficult questions and are going to leave."

"I will be there."

"Please, wear a business suit."

"All right."

The next day, we met very early, but Ray didn't arrive. Twenty minutes passed, when he finally appeared. He wore an executive suit, a very elegant contrast with his usual appearance. He apologized for the delay, blaming it on the traffic, and he began to take the clients questions. He drew diagrams and he wrote key sentences in a drawing board, and he even projected a simulation for us that he had developed in the factory. They left so pleased, that they even ordered another unit, I don't know with what kind of modifications. He assured them that it would be completed on time with the regular order.

The clients left early to take their return flight to their city, and the whole sales team sighed with relief. We all congratulated Ray and we even apologized for all the unpleasant moments that through which we made him go. The men left to celebrate at the restaurant, but Ray felt shy again and he didn't want to join us. I told the others to go ahead because I would stay and convince him. But I thought of a wild idea: it was not necessary to vacate the Suite for one more hour, and I took him there to speak with him:

"Ray, of all of us in sales, I have been hardest on you. Does the bump on your head still hurt?"

"No, it's been a long time."

"Not even a little bit?"

And as if wanting to heal his head, I held him while caressing his head and neck. I even made him lean on my chest, as if to smother him against my impressive breasts. When he tried to straighten up, he placed his hands around my ribs, avoiding putting them in my bust. I lifted his face and I kissed him passionately in the mouth, and I looked for his tongue with mine, since he didn't dare to begin the contact. He already had an erection, but upon intertwining my tongue with his, his penis became harder and hotter. I pushed him mischievously on the bed, while we stripped us of our clothes. I congratulated him:

"You are so handsome today!"

After pointing my nipples on his face, he took the initiative and sucked them with lust. The pleasure was very intense and my vagina was almost dripping. I moved on his penis impulsively, and I rode it until I reached an orgasm. He turned me face up and he pumped me while seeking my lips. Then he eased himself to push his penis into me with more force and ejaculated inside me abundantly. I pushed him with a little abruptly, but he lay satisfied on the bed while I ran to the shower to wash the semen out. I made him take a shower too, and we got dressed quickly to leave the room and turn in the key without overstaying the check-out time. Our friends had already begun to celebrate without us when we met them, and if they suspected something, they were too drunk in order to realize what had happened.

Some days passed, while Ray and I fought against our respective fears, to finally declare our love, first between us, then revealing our secret to the group. We expected them to react with envy and bitterness, but they realized what we felt was real, and they took it happily and gracefully. Someone commented:

"That's why you took such a long time in checking out of the Suite!"

We all laughed, because the joke didn't feel tacky anymore.