Chapter 5: The Art of Seduction

 About three years ago, I was dedicated to selling computer products to businesses, which meant I had to make daily, in-person visits to factories, warehouses, and offices in my city. It's not a particularly pleasant job; you pound the pavement visiting every company under the sun, and most days, as the saying goes, "you don't sell a broom" (meaning you sell nothing at all).

  However, sometimes you can use very useful sales tricks and tactics such as persuasion, seduction, deception, blackmail, etc. They say anything goes when it comes to selling. At the time, I preferred to use my own feminine assets.

 I'll explain: I've always liked to stand out with my clothes, but for this type of work, being as sexy as possible was a "good hook." Imagine: I was 21 at the time—very striking, blonde, long hair, green eyes, a sensual mouth, good breasts, a narrow waist, a round butt, long legs. Today, I try to maintain that figure, which costs me quite a few sacrifices, like eating very little (and I love sweets!) and exercising a lot.

 On one occasion, during one of my visits, I was wearing my sexy outfit: a tight, shiny, bottle-green blouse with good cleavage, a short black leather skirt that showed off a fair amount of my thighs, and high-heeled shoes. I introduced myself to the reception secretary of a wiring factory. She accompanied me to the IT manager's office, and there I waited for the person in charge, a Mr. Hernández, to attend to me.

 The truth is, the guy made me wait for over an hour, even though I had made an appointment in advance, because he was apparently in a meeting. I entertained myself by flipping through some computer and economy magazines on a small table, reading the diplomas hung on the wall, looking at the photo of his wife and two daughters on his desk, and counting the decorations scattered around the room. The office was generally well-decorated and quite spacious, with a large window and many books on a big shelf, a small sofa, a large desk with two computers, and two armchairs facing the main one. I sat in one of them and lit a cigarette.

 After a long while, he finally came in. He was a man of an incalculable age at first glance. I guessed he was about forty, or perhaps older, as the girls in the photo looked about 16 or 18. He was strong, tall, dark-haired, had a mustache, and wore glasses. He wasn't excessively attractive, but he was what I call an interesting man. He was wearing a tan jacket, blue pants, and a tie with intertwined giraffes—a bit too modern for his age. Even though he could almost be my father, that man attracted me from the first moment. I also attracted him, because as soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up. It's also true that the mini-skirt helped a lot, and his gaze was directed mostly toward my legs, which I kept crossed. I stood up to greet him. He looked a little surprised to see me. His voice was warm and pleasant.

 "Excuse me, Miss, I was in a meeting and couldn't attend to you sooner. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

 "Don't worry, I'm used to it," I replied courteously. "Wonderful, then please sit down," he said, indicating the chair opposite him.

 After undressing me with his eyes, he sat in his armchair, and I did the same in mine. We started by talking about unimportant things, like the weather and stuff. He offered me a soft drink, then a cigarette, and after a while, he asked me to show him my company's products.

 I stood up, grabbed my briefcase, and positioned myself next to him. As soon as I did, he "inspected" my entire silhouette out of the corner of his eye, pausing at my cleavage and my legs, which I moved sensually with the intention of provoking him. I took out the catalogs and started showing him the photographs of all the products I intended to sell him. The products ranged from protective filters, mousepads, mice, and cleaning kits to computers, printers, and all that. I showed him all the products page by page, commenting on their features and prices. I continued making some sensual movements with my legs to make him more "excited" and thus be able to sell him more things. I know this sales tactic is a bit underhanded, but it's very effective, and many women should take better advantage of it for greater benefits to their companies. It's just a matter of making yourself attractive, making four or five sensual moves, and "having the nerve."

 While I bent down to take another brochure from my briefcase, he said:

 "Hey, excuse me... do you know that you are a beauty?"

 "Thank you," I replied with a grateful smile. Standing as I was, I moved my legs, changing posture, and he sweated, watching me and physically holding himself back from touching me at any moment. He attacked again:

 "Forgive me, but I'm looking at you, and you have a wonderful body..."

 "Come on, let's look at the photos," I replied, trying to dissuade him, even though I knew he wouldn't give up easily.

 There came a moment when he looked highly excited; I could even notice his erect penis through his pants.

 I tested him further and said:

 "If you don't mind, I'm going to sit on the desk to be more comfortable while I show you the catalogs because standing is a bit uncomfortable..."

 "No, no, of course," he replied, very pleased.

 So I sat on the desk practically facing him, crossed my legs a few centimeters from his face, made my super-sexy movements, and smiled at him. You can imagine: the posture of a sexy young woman in a mini-skirt, sitting on his desk within reach of his hand, was too much for him. As hot as he was, he couldn't resist any longer and stroked one of my legs from the knee to the thigh.

  I had him hooked.