“Have a seat Mr. Raye, I’ll be with you in a minute,” ordered Hannah Stern, “hmmmed and “yess yss-ing” into her phone. “Now,” she asked hanging up finally, “how may I help you?”
Winston Raye made thousands of sales calls in his day, but his tongue was literally tied as he stared at Hannah Stern. A tall pretty red head over 50, this head of the Stern lingerie company had what had to be the biggest-and firmest-bust Raye had ever seen.
“Mr. Raye,” the lady attempted. “I’m a busy woman.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry, you know I am with Cool Image? I’d like to show you what we have this go round.”
“Mr. Raye we already have three other lines that take up too much shelf space as it is, do I need a fourth?”
“Yes, I…I think that after you see how competitive our pricing structure is maybe you’ll drop your least profitable line and…”
“Since you’re here,” the tall woman replied, “I’ll give you five minutes.”
“Now,” the lanky man began standing opening his carrying case across the desk between them.
“These are our bra and panty sets.”
“Smaller sizes, huh?” the lady said standing and deliberately arching her back to show off her big bust. “Nothing here would even come close to fitting someone like me.”
“That’s no problem at all,” the stout man replied in a shaky voice. “I…”
“What size bra do you think I wear?” the lady spat, the five minutes ticking for faster for her then the man facing her.
“I…I am sure we have plenty of sets for…”
“Just tell my size, Mr. Raye. A man working in this business should be able to estimate a woman’s bra size by…”
“Maybe a closer look?” Winston asked, helping to diffuse the tension with some levity.
“Sure, if you think you think that will help.”
Mrs. Stern walked from around her desk and stepped until she was almost touching him. ”Better?”
“Uh, I-I’d say that you were a double d-cup, and probably about forty inches.”
“Very good, Mr. Raye,” the lady said smoothly, “you just added another minute to your pitch…let’s see if you can add more.”
Hanna Stern stood back then, unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it down her arms and removed her huge lacy bra.
“Touch me,” the lady said.
Wanting to pinch himself, but figuring he best do as told to land this account, Mr. Raye reached his hands out to the heavy firm tits before him.
“Your adding minutes and minutes here Mr. Raye.”
“Yes…I” he tried fondling the woman’s warm breast flesh as Hannah broke into her first smile of the day, then took a step back, let Raye stand there with his hands still outstretched holding air and wiggled her A-line skirt down her long legs revealing a snow white garter and stocking …sans panties.
“I think I might be able to come round,” and here the lady smiled again, stepped back to the edge of her desk and lean her naked wide ass against it. “…to carrying your line, if you could maybe convince me deeper.”
Too stunned really to wrangle his pounding cock out his pants right then and figuring maybe the best way to really close this sale was to attend to this woman completely, Mr. Raye knelt to the thin carpet and faced the pulsing slightly hairy pussy before him. He could smell Hannah Stern’s thick lips, looked up to see the woman grab her own tits and throw her head back and realized, this might just be one of those customers he’d have to coddle with regular visits.
Leaning forward the man stuck his tongue out to the juicy cunt lips before him and thought to himself…I’ve made my quota for the week!
