She enjoyed her job, but the pressure was huge to lift sales, and sales weren't easy to make these days, even if she was pretty good at charming the middle aged men who did most of the buying of the newspaper ads it was her job to sell.
"We got to get our quota up, or we're going to make cuts," she'd heard that morning and she couldn't be cut- she just couldn't.
So it was off to restaurant row again, and perhaps she could take the one eighths to one quarters or one halfs, or even the rare full page: that would be sweet. She'd worn what it took to sell today- the miniskirt so tight and so high that her thighs were entirely visible, those 23 year old thighs firm from volleyball, and her ass lifted up by her pumps and her top a bit sheer so that you could see every curve of the shapely breasts underneath.
Into the first spot she went, and with a smile and a hair toss and a eye contact and a "sure I'll have a cosmo," (a cosmo she realized only a bit later was quite heavily spiked), she'd made that sale, and walked out of that spot with a warmth rising in her from all the looks that had lingered on her chest, on her ass, on the sneaking peaks down to her thighs.
How could they not warm her up, and the sale was good, it was a half from an eighth: wow, she could really do this when she played it up, but the sale warmed her up too and she realized there was a little bit of a need rising in her, an itch that needed scratching, and it had been too long- that guy she was with was nice but not on his game of late
And it was into the next place- where she knew her predecessor had sold full pagers but she'd never managed more than a quarter pager, and she's always wondered what was it that girl before her had done to get full pagers anyway. The manager welcomed her with hungry eyes and she started to wonder more- but shook her head, no, not a chance, he was a fifty something guy , balding and not really what she'd ever considered sexy.
He was also a bit of a prick, never all that nice to her just looking at her up and down and grunting a bit. But today she had to make that sale, and so she smiled a bit more and felt that cosmo inside her and said "sure" when he offered her the martini and drank it a bit too greedily and felt her private parts tingle with the warmth.
Then with that low growly voice she'd previously thought was kind of obnoxious but now struck her differently- his pushiness and arrogance was compelling rather than off-putting: "come with me into my back office, I need to check my file."
She followed him a bit meekly, feeling a sense of control coming from him and a bit of a demand that she might have thought in other times rude but now it was some kind of pull, some kind of expectation she felt she needed to meet and wanted to meet, and she came into the office and he closed the door and as he did she felt his need and his expectation come even more clearly over her and into her and without warning an immediate dampening came into her pussy, an almost instinctive and animal-like preparing herself,
When he asked her to sit down over there, she turned to do so and she knew he was watching her ass so closely and her thighs in that miniskirt. She sat and crossed her legs and felt his eyes see the flash of inner thigh as she did and he sat and looked back at her.