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For a middle-aged man Eddie was in pretty good shape. He still had some color in his hair and he watched his diet to ensure he looked good in his tailored suits. Above all were his magnificent teeth, which he used to project an air of sincerity. Women adored him for his rugged good looks and there was always at least one who would sleep with him before the three-day course was over.
Traveling the country in his private jet he used his personal wealth to prove to his followers that salesmanship was the only profession where you could essentially write your own paycheck. He quoted legendary salespeople like Ben Feldman, Joe Girard and Lisa Wilber as if they were bosom comrades and recounted the big commissions he made when he was working the fields himself.
“They did it, so why the fuck can’t you?” he’d demand of the crowd, kicking one of his Gucci loafers into the audience for dramatic effect. One day it was caught by a gorgeous brown-skinned, brown-eyed beauty who walked up to the stage and handed it back to him with an award-winning smile.
It took a lot to throw Eddie off his stride but he kept glancing over to her seat and she’d smile. Several times he had to refer to his notes, something he rarely had to do.
After the seminar Eddie fought his way through the exiting crowd to find her and managed to catch her eye before just she reached the lobby. He invited her for a drink. “It’s the least I can do for someone who made such a brilliant catch,” he said.
She readily accepted. “This is the third time I’ve attended your seminar,” she laughed. “I think you’re amazing.” She then introduced herself as Kareena Desai.”
Eddie, who had more notches on his dick than you could count, knew a sex opportunity when he saw one. Dinner followed drinks, during which she explained that she was a representative for a major IT company and anxious to increase her commissions to help cover some family obligations back in India.
“Why don’t you come up to my room and we can run through a few role-play situations that I assure you will boost your sales by 20 to 30 percent?” She looked a little doubtful but nodded yes.
As they went up in the elevator he stood there admiring her long black hair and imagined it being spread out across the pillows on his bed.
Once in his suite they sat sipping champagne and talking about sales strategies but once again he found it difficult to concentrate as she sat opposite him and he could see right up her short skirt.
They talked vaguely at first in broad business banalities before gradually slipping into a more personal mode.
“What did you do in India?” he asked, not expecting anything like the answer he got.
“When I was a young girl I worked in a garment factory,” she began, “But I wanted to go to college and so I became a prostitute for a while. It was the fastest way I could raise the money I needed.”
Eddie almost choked on his Champagne.
“Oh, I’ve shocked you,” she said, “I’m sorry. Perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned i
Traveling the country in his private jet he used his personal wealth to prove to his followers that salesmanship was the only profession where you could essentially write your own paycheck. He quoted legendary salespeople like Ben Feldman, Joe Girard and Lisa Wilber as if they were bosom comrades and recounted the big commissions he made when he was working the fields himself.
“They did it, so why the fuck can’t you?” he’d demand of the crowd, kicking one of his Gucci loafers into the audience for dramatic effect. One day it was caught by a gorgeous brown-skinned, brown-eyed beauty who walked up to the stage and handed it back to him with an award-winning smile.
It took a lot to throw Eddie off his stride but he kept glancing over to her seat and she’d smile. Several times he had to refer to his notes, something he rarely had to do.
After the seminar Eddie fought his way through the exiting crowd to find her and managed to catch her eye before just she reached the lobby. He invited her for a drink. “It’s the least I can do for someone who made such a brilliant catch,” he said.
She readily accepted. “This is the third time I’ve attended your seminar,” she laughed. “I think you’re amazing.” She then introduced herself as Kareena Desai.”
Eddie, who had more notches on his dick than you could count, knew a sex opportunity when he saw one. Dinner followed drinks, during which she explained that she was a representative for a major IT company and anxious to increase her commissions to help cover some family obligations back in India.
“Why don’t you come up to my room and we can run through a few role-play situations that I assure you will boost your sales by 20 to 30 percent?” She looked a little doubtful but nodded yes.
As they went up in the elevator he stood there admiring her long black hair and imagined it being spread out across the pillows on his bed.
Once in his suite they sat sipping champagne and talking about sales strategies but once again he found it difficult to concentrate as she sat opposite him and he could see right up her short skirt.
They talked vaguely at first in broad business banalities before gradually slipping into a more personal mode.
“What did you do in India?” he asked, not expecting anything like the answer he got.
“When I was a young girl I worked in a garment factory,” she began, “But I wanted to go to college and so I became a prostitute for a while. It was the fastest way I could raise the money I needed.”
Eddie almost choked on his Champagne.
“Oh, I’ve shocked you,” she said, “I’m sorry. Perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned i