Sadie buys her dream car and gets ready for Todd

For a brief moment it looks like salesman Trevor is going to further escalate our tit for tat negotiation but then his eyes shift to over my right shoulder. I wait until I hear someone clear their throat behind me before standing up again and looking back at the throat clearer. It turns out to be the older guy with graying hair. The one that seemed to be enjoying my verbal beat down of Trevor.

With his hand extended for a handshake he says, “Good afternoon, ladies, I’m Chad Linkletter. I’m the sales manager here. I’m sorry that Trevor didn’t give you the sales support you required, but I’d love to step in and help out if I can.”

It’s clear from Chad’s wide smile, perfect white teeth, and bright happy eyes that he’s a very good salesman. His handshake is firm without being overpowering. Especially overpowering for ‘a girl like me’. Where Trevor is wearing a nice polo shirt that could probably use an iron, Chad is in a crisp dress shirt with cufflinks and an immaculately tied bold red necktie. And while he appears to be in his mid to late 50s, I get the immediate sense that like my audience, he’s attracted to me. The only difference really is that he’s being nice about it instead of being a lech. Still holding Chad’s hand, I look over my shoulder at Trevor and fight the urge to stick my tongue out at him before nodding and turning back to Chad. “Yes, I’d like that very much Mr. Linkletter. You have a car I’d like, but I’m not going to get taken to the cleaners over it.”

Chad, after insisting I call him Chad, takes us back to his office where we talk about the car. I’m honest and up front with him, telling him that I like it, that I heard a problem that was probably a bearing, and that I knew what cars like that, in that condition, with that mileage, were going for. I also added that if I were to buy the car, my first stop would be their body shop where I’d be getting a full custom paint job for it.

I was a little surprised that he didn’t seem more interested in that as I thought they’d make a good profit off a paint job, but Chad immediately went back to the price. “Okay, I see we have it listed for thirty grand. Your offer is twenty-five out the door, right? Repaired of course.”

He looks at my raising his eyebrows and I nod, not wanting to admit I could probably go over the $25,000 as I really REALLY liked the car after the test drive. Chad gives me a single curt nod, picks up his phone, dials a quick number and says, “Mike? Chad. Take the blue MX-5 into the shop and check out the bearings. Sounds like it needs a repair before I finish this deal.”

And without waiting for a response, he hangs up. I recognize that there is a distinct difference between Trevor and Chad. Trevor was trying to act like he was in command, that he knew what he was doing. Chad didn’t need to act. He was in command and knew what he was doing. He looks back at me and says, “Okay, assuming my service guy doesn’t come back and say it’s a loser repair… which would be a surprise as we don’t keep lemons on our lot… I’ve got you at $25,000 including tax, license plate, fees, and everything.”

He says it as though it isn’t a question. Like he’s just stating a fact. I can only nod as he pulls out a piece of paper and start working out some numbers. Some of it is clear, like the sales tax, but there are various fees that I don’t understand and frankly don’t care about. When he’s all done Chad checks one thing on his computer before turning back to me and setting the piece of paper down. While tapping at it he says in his pleasant voice, “I think I can do you one better Sadie. How about twenty-three thousand dollars out the door?”

I look down at the paper and see that he’s done his math and included a documentation fee, a dealership fee, dealer prep fee, sales tax, and registration fees. The registration fees looked a little high from what I’d seen, but I then note that he’s including the personalization fee so that I can get a vanity plate. And at the bottom of all of it was $23,000.02.

I look over and see Sarah looks as confused as I feel. Why would this guy knock two thousand dollars off what I’d already offered. When I look back at him I see his smile has turned a little playful before he leans in and steeples his fingers and taps them on his chin as he says, “I know, it’s a good deal. And no, I don’t just give $2000 deals to any pretty woman who steps into my office. But discount is for two reasons. One, an apology for Trevor. While I found his technique funny, you obviously didn’t, and I apologize for that. And two, I’d like to ask if my youngest at home could come in and take a photo with you. Unless I’m mistaken, you’re the game internet computer streamer that she watches. Princess Baby Cakes or something like that?”

I lean back and cover my mouth to stop me from laughing. This gentleman, as professional a sales person and manager as could be, has a daughter at home that’s a fan of mine. When I’m able to speak clearly, I finally say, “Yes, that would be fine Chad. I’m always happy to take a photo with a fan. And just to be clear, it’s Princess BabyDoll!”

It turns out buying a car even without going through all the negotiations and endless offers of services and parts that I don’t need nor want, still takes forever. I end up having to sign my name about twenty times for various paperwork. The finance and insurance salesman, who was told by Chad that he isn’t to even offer me any additional services, even noted that my signature got better as I signed it more. I just smiled at him as I couldn’t exactly explain that I’d never signed “Sadie Blossom” so many times in my entire life. Total.

By the time all the paperwork was done I had to pick out what my vanity plate would be. I wasn’t surprised to see that the plate PRINCESS was already taken. But the finance guy helped me work it out and I ended up with PR1NC355 and I thought that worked just fine. When we had all the paperwork done, Sarah and I stepped outside just in time to see the service tech driving my car around for us. Next to it was Chad and a girl that I had to assume was his daughter. She seemed young to be a daughter of a man his age, but I just assumed he had a young wife and didn’t ask any more about it.

Chad introduced his daughter Milli to Sarah and I and I swear to God, she almost screamed in excitement. I’ve never been hugged so hard by someone smaller than me as she must have been all of 13. Most of what she said was stoking my ego just fine. That she liked watching my streams, that she particularly liked my date nights, that she tried to catch all my vlogs and never missed when I’d talk about beauty tips. The one comment that she made though that took me by surprise was when she said, “I just hope to be as pretty as you when I grow up Princess BabyDoll!”

Chad seemed happy as could be since his daughter was happy. We shook hands and told me to drive it right next door where he’d already called the body shop manager and had them expecting me.

He was right of course. Chad and the body shop manager Adam had talked, and Adam already had a mock up of my car so we could play with the colors, how the gradient between them would look, and where it would be. All through the conversation though I felt a little out of sorts. I kept coming back to pretty little Milli saying that she wanted to be as pretty as me when she grew up. I mean, I knew I made an attractive woman. My skin, my hair, my lips, my makeup. My breasts, my belly, my ass, my hips and legs. Anybody would be hard pressed to identify me as a man. But hearing a younger girl hold me up as a person to visually emulate, to emulate above other REAL women, was just a hit that made me both disturbed and happy.

We finally settled on the car starting as a neon pink, that we actually color matched to my hair, on the driver’s front fender. It would then fade slowly back on a diagonal line going to a bright metallic purple on the passenger’s rear fender. The mockup looked amazing and I signed off on it. Adam said he’d only commit to having it done in two weeks, but that it would likely take less time than that as his guys would want it finished and out the door before the holiday break. I was even more excited when Adam gave me the invoice showing that he was only charging me $4000. He just said that the $1000 off was a ‘friend of Chad’ discount. It seems just being Princess BabyDoll and having a 13 year old girl be a fan of mine saved me thousands of dollars on my new ride.

With the hope that I’d soon enough be driving my own car, Sarah and I went home. The weekend went fine, but I later realized that the car purchasing Saturday was my high water mark in terms of emotions. Sunday was still good. On Monday Marley noted I was a little more stiff than normal and I was less chatty on my streams. Tuesday I was in such a bad mood that Sarah asked about it, but didn’t mention it again after my rough answer of “I’m Fine!”

I think I knew what was bothering me the entire time, but I was just pushing it off until the very last minute. Wednesday morning was the last minute. When Marley showed up for my exercise, I told him that I’d have to bail and we could catch up on Friday. He pried as to why, but I just insisted that I wasn’t in a physical or mental mood to work out. He finally accepted after giving me a warm soft hug and reminding me that I could always rely on him if I needed anything.

Without exercise that morning I had time to set up my social media for the day and do a quick stream. I’d gotten used to doing beauty vlogs on Wednesday mornings as the exercise routines made it so that I had to clean up later and was therefore more ready to share what I’d done to pretty myself up. But this morning it was just me playing Grand Larceny Vehicle VI with hardly any commentary or chatting from me. I’d normally eat a light lunch but my stomach was in turmoil and I didn’t know if I could get anything down. Instead, I got into the clothes I thought would help me the most through the rest of what would be my nightmare day. A pair of plain panties with a sports bra that could be easily slipped up or down around my breasts. A pair of thigh high athletic socks so that my knees would have some padding. A short skirt that would hint at the tops of my socks as I walked and a crop top that hung off one shoulder and would be easy to slip out of and would show off my now tattoo free belly and belly button ring.

My makeup was similarly set to make it an easy day. I normally worked hard on my foundation and base layers as they helped give me that smooth look for my lipstick, blush, and eye shadow to emphasize. But today it was minimal, and I instead emphasized my lips with their bright pink glossy coat. I used less eye shadow than normal as I didn’t want it running down my cheeks later. My hair was pulled up into my most identifiable twin ponytails, figuring they’d make good handholds.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel my stomach clenching up and my whole body trembling with anticipatory anger and revulsion. I of course looked sexy, but it would be hard for me to NOT look sexy now a days. I just hated that everything from my sneaker-heels to my hair was set up to make it easier for Todd to take advantage of me. Make it easier for me to go down on him.

I didn’t even ask if I could take Sarah’s car, knowing that I wouldn’t be trying for an escape this time. I had it in my mind that I’d get through this no matter what, and that was that. The bus ride to campus was fine, as was the walk into the chemistry lab. Todd, to his credit, made no moves or even hinted at what he had planned for me later. He simply greeted me as he did all the students as we walked in and handed me the assignment. The little rub of his thumb over the back of my hand as he handed me the paperwork was his only sign of affection.

I’d of course studied hard for this final lab, as well as the final chemistry exam since I needed near perfect scores in both to pass the class. Where I’d normally rush and hope that I could sneak out of class before everybody else, I just took my time. Thankfully the trembling I felt in my arms and legs didn’t manifest into actual shaking as I pipetted the reagents and other chemicals.

When I finished and wrote out my paperwork, I saw that there were three other students still in the lab. We were all cleaning up our stations and turning in our work so I simply slowed down, giving them time to leave and hoping that Todd wouldn’t make more of a show than he needed to around other people.

When it’s finally down to just Todd and me, I walk up to his desk in front, drop my paperwork on top of the pile and rest back on one of the lab stations. Waiting for him to acknowledge my presence. Todd annoyingly acts like nothing out of the ordinary is going on as he gathers up the papers to initial and date so that he can grade them later. Once they’re slid into his bag he turns his attention to me. I feel his gaze crawl up my body, from my heels to my hips, from my belly button ring to my breasts, and from my throat to my lips. He doesn’t even go up to my eyes as his lecherous grin spreads.

“I’m so glad you came and didn’t try anything funny this time baby. I think you’re really going to enjoy what I have in mind. I got kind of jealous of your streaming, so this time I brought extra cameras and even some lights. We’re going to make a video that we can both enjoy later.”

Todd got up from his seat and grotesquely grabbed at the bulge forming in his crotch as he finished with, “Ready for what you loved last time, sweet lips!?”