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I barely closed the door on my silver Jaguar when I was blasted by a text message. It requested that I be available to speak to three women that were going to show up at my work. I didn’t know what this was about, but I got this funny inkling that Mrs. Sanders was not exactly shy about my prowess with a camera.
Chapter two
“Gillian, you are the best saleswoman that I have ever had and I don’t know what I would do without you. You know exactly what a man wants and I think it goes without saying that the rest of you can learn something from her. I want everybody to look at the leader board and know that none of you have a chance of beating her.” My boss was a sleaz
y man that had a different woman on his arm every week. There was nothing that was wrong with that and it wasn’t like he was cheating on his wife.
It was distasteful and I’m sure that the girls felt used and abused like an old Kleenex. That was not my business and the blog that I wrote about cheating and the anonymous photos that went along with shaming those men was where I excelled.
“It’s really not that hard to figure out what a man wants. They feel neglected and they want something that will reaffirm their manhood.” I was wearing a little black dress that barely covered my red panties. They were the thong type and wedged into the crack of my ass. They were perfect for bending over and making men almost whimper like a little girl.
“I really don’t need to know your secrets. Just as long as you keep bringing in this kind of money, there’s always going to be a job here for you.” The meeting adjourned and I could see that some of the men were a little displeased that I was usurping their authority. I was good at emasculating them and also playing with them like a puppy on a leash.
I went to my office and sitting in the three chairs in front of my desk were three distinctively different women. Two of them didn’t look like socialites or the kind of women that spent their time with women gossiping about the latest fashion trend. The one on the end seemed more that type.
I sat down. I looked at each one and I knew that they were all here for the same thing. They looked at each other and I got the feeling like they were trying to figure out who was going to be the spokesperson.
It turned out that the old one with a bit more experience underneath her belt had decided to take the bullet for the rest of them. She took a folder out of her black bag and she placed it on my desk. I opened it and saw pictures of a man that was athletic, quite put together and had these very discerning dimples that were hard to ignore. He was dressed impeccably in each and every photo and it was as if he was trying to put his best foot forward.
I took a sip of my steaming hot coffee, black and extra strong to keep me alert and ready for just about anything.
“Marshall Peters is a piece of work and all of us have been in his bed. He doesn’t believe in commitment; he barely registers our name and yet we find ourselves splayed across his king size bed with our legs in the air. I don’t mind telling you that the sex was phenomenal. The way that he could play my body like a musical instrument was a testament to his manhood. He’s above average, knows that he’s god’s gift to women and has no problem finding somebody to spend their time in his bed.” This sounded like they were disgruntled and I wasn’t sure that this was my place.
The black-haired one, a little younger and more impressionable decided to chime in. “I thought that he was the man of my dreams. He was perfect on paper and then things changed. I can’t deny that the sex was something indescribable. The way that he could move had me at a loss for words too many times to count. One weekend and I thought that he was going to propose. I know how naive that sounds, but I felt that certain something in the air.” This girl made me almost burst out laughing.
“Tina doesn’t know any better, but what does that say for me. I’ve been around the block and I know the score better than anybody. I never thought anything about it when we went to his hotel room. It was supposed to be just physical, but he somehow managed to make me care for him. I think he gets more out of making us fall in love with him than he does actually from conquering us in the bedroom.” I found out that these three women had learned about each other through the very same dating site that they met Marshall.
Lillian, Julia, and Tina had all come together and shared stories that were remarkably similar. I still didn’t know where I came in or how I was going to help in any way. He was not cheating; he was not married and he did not have a girlfriend that was pining for him during late night encounters that he claimed that he was working at the office.
Tina was the youngest and I could see how easily she could get caught up in the romance. Lillian was the oldest and I would’ve thought that she would have known better, but maybe being jaded had made her the perfect target for this man.
“I’m sorry, but I might be blind, but I don’t see how I can help you. You must know that I only shame married man and those that consider themselves to be committed to the one that they are with. This is a little out of my wheelhouse. I am curious to understand the reason why you would come to me in the first place. What exactly do you think that I can do?” I wanted to know the answer and they were all sharing knowing glances that had me a little uncomfortable.
“I would think that it was obvious. We want you to make him fall in love with you and then give him a dose of his own medicine. Humiliate him in public and have it recorded for posterity so that we can use it against him when he tries to go hunting for suitable prey. We’ve decided that we don’t want something like this to happen to another woman. I’m married and I’ve never cheated until he gave me that come-hither stare and had my panties lying on his floor within hours of meeting him.” Lillian was the one that was twirling her wedding ring and looking at the floor.
“This is not what I usually do, but this man does sound like he needs to be taught a lesson. I can’t promise anything, but I think that I can use what god gave me to turn his head.” The yellow walls were a calming influence on those that sat here contemplating writing a very substantial check for something that they really didn’t need.
“I’m glad to hear you say that. We were afraid that you might think that we were angry and bitter. We are both of those things, but we still think that women should know what he’s about. I was the one that actually contacted Tina and told her that he was not what he appeared to be. She didn’t believe me and had some disparaging words that I won’t repeat. It was only after she was kicked to the curb that she finally saw the writing on the wall.” The three women were not the only ones that had felt the feeling of him pinning them to the mattress and letting their passions collide over and over again. Lillian seemed to be the ringleader of the lynch mob mentality.
“There is a matter of my payment. I don’t mean to be blunt, but I do insist on half up front. You wouldn’t be here unless you knew how much I charged. Take that amount and double that. This is not just a matter of finding him in a compromising position. This is going to take some work. Give me a month and if I can’t do what you want me to, then I will gladly refund your money. If you’re afraid that I’m going to fall into his trap, then you have nothing to worry about. I’ve been burned and I know that men like this are out there preying on the innocence.” I stood and gave them all a handshake and then escorted them from my office with two of the other salesman watching intently.
I had to learn everything that I could about Marshall Peters. I had to find out his habits and those things that he did in his pastime that didn’t involve high heels over his shoulders. He made other men look pale in comparison. This was a guy that could have any woman with an indifferent smile or a cocksure wink. He would have them melting in the very spot.
The door opened and Jason one of our newest salesmen was now motioning with his head towards a certain someone that had his eye on a black corvette. I had slept with the young upstart and cultivated a lucrative arrangement “If you promise to cut me in on the commission, I will gladly turn this one over to you. I only ask for 20% of the cut. I could make the sale myself, but I think that you can seal this deal quicker than I can.” Jason was one of the few that knew his limitations and was willing to stand aside. He really didn’t want to work and he counted on me wanting to put my obvious sexual charisma into action.
I took one last look at Marshall Peters. He had no idea that he was about to come up against something that he could never imagine. He didn’t appear to have a type unless you counted that he was not into those that were considerably heavier than most. I was happy with my curves and I knew how to use that extra weight to my advantage. My breasts were more than a mouthful and they were the natural kind without the necessity for augmentation.
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I sauntered towards this man in a Brooks Brothers suit and I knew from just looking at him that he was fighting that 40-year bitch…I mean itch. I was almost 30, feeling like my life had only just started and I think that I was the female counterpart of Marshall. I really didn’t care if the young men had somebody special. I would take what I wanted and leave them with a smile and a memory that they could replay in their old age.
“That is a real beauty and it has a lot underneath the hood. I could open it up and show you what kind of horses is waiting for you to hit the open road with. Jason informs me that you are looking to add something to your collection. I have to say that you have a good eye for detail.” His back was towards me. He turned slowly and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The very photo that was in my office was now standing in front of me.
“I didn’t come here to buy a car. I followed Lillian, Tina, and the other one. I knew that they were up to something. I have to ask myself the reason why they would come here of all places. I don’t see either one of them wanting to buy any of these cars, so there has to be another reason why they would come here and go into your office for 20-minutes.” This was the first time that somebody had caught me in the act and I wasn’t sure how to deal with that. I had to think quickly.
“If you must know, they came here to warn me about you. I don’t even know how they found out that I was about to contact you on the dating site. I don’t think that they should have bothered and I can make up my own mind. I will say that they weren’t very kind in the way that they described you.” I was caught with my pants down, but I was able to adapt and come up with a way to turn the tables in my favor.
“I don’t know why they continue to do this. I’m not what they say I am. I like women and maybe I haven’t found the right one. I’m still searching for those butterflies in my stomach. I want that moment where I see somebody across a crowded room and know that she’s the one. I’m not that lucky in love.” He was making himself out to be the victim and I knew the truth like the nose on my face.
