Everyone engaging in sexual activity is at least eighteen years
old.
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Prologue
Jeri Jensen was an avid Literotica reader. The attractive thirty-year-old blonde had discovered the website the previous January when she was laid up with a broken leg and couldn't work.
Once she found Literotica, however, Jeri all but stopped watching porn because she'd been getting bored with it. Reading about peoples' sexual adventures, Jeri thought, was so much better than Internet porn, primarily because it was such a major turn-on to imagine herself in the stories.
They made her cum harder than porn.
But with her leg in a cast, sex was was difficult and not fulfilling because Jeri needed the fucking to be rough in order for her to get off. Romantic lovemaking did nothing for her. She needed a cock pounding her tight pussy or her asshole to get off.
But with the bum leg, however, the only position Jeri felt comfortable with was missionary, and, much to her chagrin, the guy had to be gentle.
Jeri always had her assortment of toys to entertain herself, but there was no human contact, which she also craved.
While her leg healed, Jeri decided to write her own stories to pass the time. There was certainly no shortage of inspiration or sexual imagination.
Penny was a natural one to start with.
Have You Driven a Ford Lately?
Ten years earlier, Jeri Jensen had graduated from a two-year college with a degree in business administration.
Somehow, between the stream of male and female sex partners, she'd maintained a 3.5 grade-point-average.
After graduation, Jeri put hundreds of miles on her old Honda Civic applying with Company A and with Company B and with Company C and driving to fruitless interviews. Jeri quickly got frustrated.
A few of her lady friends had told her she was beautiful and should look into modeling. But Jeri, who stood 5'1" and weighed about 100 pounds, felt she was far too small to be a model. She briefly considered adult films, where her size and youthful appearance would allow her to portray underaged girls, which she learned were always in demand. The sex certainly wasn't an issue, but Jeri dismissed becoming a porn star when she considered the problems it would cause if someone in her family found out, as well as employment problems after she left porn.
More times than she could count, Jeri Jensen was told by interviewers that their company was looking for someone with more experience. She was hit on a few times, too. The clear implication was that if she wanted the job, she'd have to suck and fuck her way into it. Jeri didn't have any problem with sucking and fucking; she loved sex with both men and women. But she was adamant that she was not going to prostitute herself.
So, she'd gotten a job at Superburger until a good job came along. Superburger was depressing, the hours sucked, and the pay was shit, forcing her to live at home with her mom, Abigail, until she got a better-paying job. On the upside, Jeri's rent was affordable, her mom worked weekday evenings, and she gave her privacy.
Jeri's diligence finally paid off a little over a year later. A prominent car dealership called Lofton Ford contacted her about coming in for a second interview with their dealership's personnel officer, a man named Dale Kahler.
Jeri's heart soared.
Ooh, this looks very good! A place like that doesn't call you for a second interview unless they're interested.
Jeri appeared at the dealership at the designated time and was shown to a sparsely decorated office with a second door, which was closed. A moment later, a tall, well-dressed, athletic man Jeri guessed to be in his early fifties entered. He cheerfully introduced himself as Dale Kahler.
Kahler sat behind a desk and told Jeri that Lofton Ford was looking for a dedicated, energetic, and motivated salesperson, and he exhorted them as the top dealership in southern Ohio.
Jeri gave the impression of caring. In reality, she didn't.
Cut the cheerleading, pal! I'm in this for the money.
Kahler told Jeri that if she was hired, she'd have to take a paid training course. Upon completing it, she would start in their used car sales department and learn from veteran salespeople. Kahler said she'd be there at least a year, then she'd undergo an evaluation, which could lead for a position in the new car sales department.
But Jeri refused to take Kahler's bait when he began patronizing her and tried to scare her off by telling her car sales was a brutal business.
"Miss Jensen, in our business, you can do everything right and still be wrong," Kahler explained in a cold, emotionless tone. "You can have a deal all but closed, and then lose it because the customer gets cold feet or a bad vibe. I see it happen every day. I've also seen this business take good people such as yourself and ruin them – physically and emotionally. Nervous breakdowns, ulcers, heart attacks. And, if I may be bold, Miss Jensen, you're what I would call a very beautiful woman. You're going to have it worse than a man, because you're going to get hit on by men of all ages. Some guys can be absolute sharks."
Jeri believed it. She also felt Dale Kahler might he hitting on her. She instinctively glanced at his left hand. There was an even impression around his ring finger.
Oh, great! One of those.
And when he stood and walked toward her and sat on the desk in front of her with his legs slightly spread, Jeri was certain she was being hit on.
"Understand, Miss Jensen... Um, may I call you Jeri?" Kahler asked.
Jeri was eye level with his crotch, and with a glance, she could tell he had a big one.
"Of course," she look him in the eye and replied calmly. "If I may call you Dale?"
"Certainly," Dale replied and continued, but his tone was much warmer. "Jeri, please understand that I'm only telling you this because I genuinely care."
Jeri stood to her full height, which was increased slightly by her high heels, and looked Dale Kahler square in the eye. She was furious, but she kept her tone calm and even. However, if looks could kill, she'd probably get the needle.
Jeri told him she'd been hit on by men of all ages since she was in her teens.
"I can handle the sharks, Dale. And if I'm not mistaken, that's an impression of a wedding ring there," she hissed. "Now, how would Mrs. Kahler react if she knew you were coming onto me, hmmm?"
But rather than shirk away nervously or become angry or indignant, Dale Kahler only smiled.
Jeri had been preparing to tell him his behavior also probably constituted sexual harassment, but his reaction confused her.
"Paula?" he said loudly without breaking eye contact with Jeri. "You can come in now."
Jeri's brow furrowed.
What the fuck is going on here?
The closed door opened, and a beautiful older blonde woman entered the office and walked to Jeri.
"Miss Jensen?" she said, extending her hand. "Hello, I'm Paula Kahler. I'm Dale's wife and secretary. And you, young lady, passed the test, I'm happy to say."
Jeri stood. "Pleased to meet you," she replied in a tentative tone while accepting the woman's hand.
"Test?" she asked, looking back and forth at them.
"Yes, Miss Jen... Jeri," replied Mrs. Kahler. She handed her husband his wedding ring and he slid it back on his finger without a word.
"You see, Jeri, Dale here wasn't sure you had what it took for this position," she explained kindly. "I was though. You're tough and you're perceptive, and you can think on your feet quickly. Those are qualities we're looking for in an associate. We can teach you about selling cars, but there are things we can't teach which you have. But Dale's right about it being a tough business."
Jeri looked at Dale. He was emotionless.
"So, Dale and I made our usual bet when we grant a candidate a second interview," Paula Kahler continued. "I won this time. My prize is... well, that's got to remain private."
