Pursue Maria: 7-9: Another successful sales pitch interrupted by a call

You consider. An attractive woman basically throwing herself at you, all but thrusting her ass in your face. Your dick gets hard.

s: erection, right now. thinking about maria's ass presentation.
k: i'll take that as "you wanting to fit it in". how does your schedule look?
s: my pitch isn't until 10. i guess it depends on what her schedule looks like, if she is even interested.
k: of course she's interested, you dolt. how good is tomorrow's prospect?
s: not good. none of these prospects were good. i guess i would say it's bad but not terrible.
k: so sue me, it's the cost of being the new guy. you officially have my blessing to cancel the pitch because you're so sick if the need arises.
s: thanks, i guess. any advice for me on the other front? i'm not exactly an old hand at this.
k: be bold. bold is exciting, and hot. also if you fuck it up it'll fail spectacularly, which will make for a great story.
s: thank you so much for that vote of confidence
k: oh, hush. i'm sure you'll be fine. start with your mouth, and i doubt she'll much care about the rest.
k: oh, and if you can take a creeper shot of those ta-tas, that would be great. i'm curious about the boulders that knocked your brain loose.
s: noted. anything else?
k: hm
k: given the ... duration you lasted in my mouth, i would suggest that you not just stop when you cum, especially if it's early
k: battle through it, pass the time making her cum with your mouth, or something.
k: sex need not end at the first ejaculation, especially if it happens 15 seconds in.

You feel the hot rush of shame make your whole face warm, and constrict your throat.

s: sorry about that
k: fuck you and your sorries. you can keep them. i take your excitement as a compliment.
k: it's not like my office on monday was a good time or place to go full tantric exploration. but i know where you work and i can at least assume you'll be back.
k: she has no idea if she'll ever see you again. if she's in to you she'll want more than 15 seconds.
k: and of course maybe you'll last more than 15 seconds, blah blah blah
k: if you act like a butthurt baby it's a huge turnoff and it's over.
k: if use that clever mouth of yours to tell her that she's too hot to handle but you want seconds anyway, well, bonus
s: understood.
k: you have your marching orders, then.
s: mouth first, then a lengthy engagment including a picture of tits and if necessary post ejaculation activity
k: just so. i would tell you to be yourself or just act naturally but i don't think that would be helpful
s: then why are you saying it?
k: maybe better for you is: focus as hard as you can. pay attention to exactly what is happening and react accordingly at all points in time.
s: that at least is an instruction, and something i can do with
k: so it is definitely better for you. do that, then. oh, and make sure you are fully groomed
s: ?
k: every part of you should look and feel and smell good. trim or shave or both or do whatever you need to do.
k: i have faith in you. make it happen. and use protection. i need to run, though, the husband is calling. let me know
s: i will

You wait a while longer, but there are no replies. You make a trip to a local department store, and pick up some clippers and extra razors and a box of condoms. The checkout cashier does their best to decidedly not make eye contact with you, which is just fine by you. Returning to your room you shave your ballsack down to stubble with the clippers, then take a shower to soften everything up. Then commences one of the most nerve-racking razor shaves of your life, as you stretch and make taut your nutsack in more ways than you thought possible so that you can shave it without catching on anything.

It takes you a little longer to fall asleep, as you think of what might be tomorrow. Occasional bouts of guilt and trepidation are counterbalanced by excitement and lust and wonder. You wake early and shower again, scrubbing and luxuriating. After the shower you shave your face and neck, marvelling at how easy it is compared to the undercarriage shaving problem solving of the night before. Following this you dress and get ready, then return to the mirror to look at yourself. You think you look good ... but you don't really know. It's been a long, long time since you thought about your own presentation this way. Whatever. What you have is what you have. Time to go.

You bring your bag, though instead of demo products you just put in the box of condoms, and get in the car and drive to the clinic. You are there by 6:45, and watch other cars as they drive past on the adjoining roads, and some cars as they pull into the lot. The first two are not Maria, but some other women - you think probably receptionists? At 6:54, you see a modest car pull into the parking lot, and can tell that Maria is driving it. You immediately get out of your car, bringing your bag with you, and start walking towards the entrance of the clinic. You purposely walk at a slow (but not ridiculously slow) pace. You are putting your hand on the handles of the front doors when you hear behind you and query: "Sean?"

Roll +hot to seduce her. On a 10+, she gains +1 Desire. On a 7-9, it costs you, or you get in trouble doing it.

You turn to see Maria coming up behind you, jogging the last few steps to the doors. Her expression is questioning, and discerning. "Hello, Maria," you respond. "I know it's early, but I wanted to catch you early so that I could leave you free to go about your day later. I feel that I did not highlight all the angles and options of what I have to offer you - I and SepTech, of course."

"Of course," Maria says wryly, looking you up and down. "So is there something else you would like to show me?"

"I have several additional things you have not seen that would be highly informative," you reply.

She walks up to you until she is standing close- perhaps a little too close, according to common courtesy. You can feel the heat of her body. "Are these things that the whole decision making body should see? You'll have to wait until later in the morning until everybody is present, I'm afraid."

"I think that it's probably better if you take a look and determine what things are worthy of being shared with the larger group and which things do not require their attention," you reply easily, leaning but not stepping towards her.

Maria looks directly into your eyes, searching for something. She seems not entirely certain of her next words. "Are you ... and your company, are you and your company comfortable with exhibiting these products in my office?" She licks her lips nervously.

"I, uh, we are comfortable working with you in whatever capacity you decide," you reply, spreading your arms. "I would only suggest that a less public setting than your office might offer you a greater range of options by not displaying the product to everybody in the building but allowing you to make the determination yourself. Of course, we value your business, and I ... we will comply with whatever you feel comfortable with."

Maria's eyes unfocus for a second as she thinks. "I have just the place." Her eyes lock back on yours. "My office is fine, yes, but the group therapy rooms are not going to be used at all this morning, and the larger space will allow you greater freedom in your demonstration. Does that sound acceptable to you?"

"It sounds fantastic. Shall I follow you in, then?"

"Please." Maria turns, and walks to the doors and pulls out a key. She unlocks one, then holds it open as you pass through, then walks forward leading the way.

You walk back into the clinic, and see a few receptionists at their desks already taking calls. You check your watch and see that it is just now 7:00 AM. Looking back at the door, you see that the clinic does not open until 7:30. Maris sets off purposefully, heading towards the staircase by the water feature. You follow her, and your phone rings. You pull it out of your pocket and see that it is your wife calling. You take a deep breath, then answer it.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey," Rachel replies. She sounds distracted. "I can't find those forms for the school, and they're due today. Did you move them?"

You slow your stride, trying to think of where you last saw them. "Are they on the edge of the kitchen counter? I think that's where I saw them last."

"Huh," say Rachel, and you can hear her rustling. "I don't see them. Wait - who's that?"

You look around, and can very clearly hear the water feature, and the receptionists babbling into their headsets.

"You mean the receptionists?"

"What receptionists?" Rachel's voice has become suspicious.

You have 3 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus and Old Habits Die Hard (2). Desire levels: Kate +0, Rachel -1, Maria +0.

Rachel is suspicious. Roll +cool (+0: +1 cool, -1 Desire) to get out of trouble with her