blueteamnovel 5.38 – Eager Saleswoman
5.38 – Eager Saleswoman
5.38 – Eager Saleswoman
Adrienne really, really loved her new job.
Her previous employment hadn't been especially bad, but accounting was hardly glamorous work—especially in a place as chaotic as Treyhull. Even important laws were rather loosey-goosey down in the Fractures, much less regulations for something as relatively unimportant as bookkeeping. Which was both a good thing and a bad thing, from the perspective of an accountant. But mostly bad. Or, at least, it added headaches to her job.
Still, Adrienne had enjoyed her work well enough; it had paid much better than employment in Haven, and she actually liked the monotony of accounting—which wasn't a trait most people would assume of her, if they knew her casually.
That said, her new work didn't just pay much better, it was far more enjoyable. First, there was the novelty of running a potion tent selling truly unique merchandise, and then there were the more ... intimate benefits.
Ones Adrienne really shouldn't have caved to so quickly.
Then again, her indulgences were making sales.
The tent had only been open for two days, so they weren't flooded with customers yet, but Adrienne knew that would change. As it stood, there were six people inside the tent. Three of them were browsing the wares, reading descriptions behind each potion encased in glass, and two were standing in front of the counter, chatting with Adrienne.
The last—the sixth—was currently making good use of Adrienne's discretionary 'free samples' policy.
Quiet gagging filled the air as the delightful woman—Ivy, Adrienne thought her name was—tested out the most popular of their potions from the receiving end. Adrienne pretended nothing was amiss as she chatted with the two others at her counter, though the toe-curling waves of heat that coursed through her with each up-and-down bob of the girl's head was rather hard to ignore.
"I know the prices are high," Adrienne explained to the woman in front of her, "but they're in seriously high demand, and our supply is limited. And you can't find them anywhere else. Considering that, we're practically giving them away."
Normally, a sales pitch like that would be hot air, but in this case, it was one hundred percent true—and most of the clientele knew it. Since it had only been two days, Zoey and Sabina's business was still relatively unknown. That wouldn't last. While foot traffic had been their only source of buyers yesterday, the word had spread a shocking amount in only twenty four hours: several of the customers today had said they'd come based on recommendations.
"I just don't know," the woman said. "A price tag like that is hard to justify, no matter how much fun it would be."
"Um," Adrienne said. She turned her attention to Marigold, and then the other customer. "This is my boss," she told them. "Can you give us a moment, please?"
She announced it louder than necessary, because it was directed more to the woman between her legs than the customers hanging around the counter. Adrienne had very much appreciated the girl's eagerness earlier, but by how Ivy had only paused, then continued to keep throat-fucking Adrienne, Ivy apparently found the situation amusing. Or was more concerned with having girl-cock in her throat than something silly like Adrienne's employment status.
In short, Ivy was a woman after her own heart. Girlcock took precedence over everything else—a sentiment Adrienne gleefully agreed with. If only it didn't conflict with her current dire circumstances: that her boss had just shown up.
At least she was being quieter. Ivy wasn't slamming herself down hard enough to choke and gag, and instead, working her tongue, throat, and lips around Adrienne's shaft and tip with a teasing, sensual pace.
Adrienne's skin had already been hot and tingling from having her cock sucked while chatting with customers, but now that her boss had arrived—and that it was Zoey, a woman drop-dead gorgeous enough to stop her heart—ramped the situation up to eleven.
She was so fucked.
And she really couldn't afford to get caught. Zoey seemed like a woman who appreciated sex, but that didn't mean she wanted an employee who went around fucking customers. And this was way too amazing of a job to give up—in the practical sense, not just the 'extra benefits'.
Why had Adrienne given in to her base desires? It was a dumb question. With so many curious, fascinated, and flirty young women wanting to 'know more' about their merchandise, she hadn't stood a chance.
"Hey, Adrienne," Zoey said leaning against the counter. "Just thought I'd stop by and see how things are going." She looked around. "Pretty good, it seems like. Shelves are pretty empty. You're burning through our stock."
"Um. Yeah." Adrienne scrambled desperately to compose herself. But how could she? She was hardly used to the bliss of having her cock sucked by another girl—or having a cock in the first place. And Ivy was quite eager to take advantage of that.
She swallowed, then stalwartly cobbled her composure together. She would not lose the world's most amazing job. All she had to do was make it through a conversation with her boss while having her cock sucked.
How hard could it really be?