Tits & Cars


She worked at the Valley Hill Mercedes-Benz dealership; she was the top ranking salesperson 4 years running. Her long legs accentuated her thin waist, her perfect breasts accentuated her delicate face, and her slender neck accentuated her shiny flowing hair.

Her male counterparts hated her (but secretly loved her). As the only female sales representative, and the only one who could lean over the hood of a car and instigate a sale instantaneously, she was a lethal weapon and a force to be reckoned with.

It was a quiet Thursday afternoon; her and two other sales guys (John & Trevor) were working when a tall handsome man in a single-breasted suit walked into the dealership. John moved in for the approach, flashing his anchorman smile.

“Hi sir, how are you today… I see you’ve noticed our SL600 Roadster… Beautiful isn’t she?”

Leila casually strolled past the customer giving him a gentle whiff of her perfume and a brilliant flash of her award-winning smile. The customer, taken by her beauty, couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he answered “Yes… yes she is.”

John stepped in front of his line of sight in a desperate attempt to distract him from her ninja-like sales prowess.

He stuttered “uhhh can I show you what’s under the hood? She’s got a twin turbo charged V-12 engine…”

The man (now smiling) was still fixated on Leila, until she finally moved in for the kill.

“I’ll take it from here John…” she said as she stared deep into the customer’s eyes.

“That’s okay Leila, I can help him” mumbled John from smiling gritting teeth.

The customer intervened and held out his hand pushing John aside, “Leila, I’m David, why don’t YOU show me this car.”

John looked like he was about to blow a gasket as Leila winked at him and said “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of him” sending him yet another-sale further away from paying off his boat.

John went back to his desk and pulled out his flask and his heart medication… He swigged his pills with some 30-year-old scotch and watched Leila put the customer into a trance. “That fucking whore” he said under his breath.

30 minutes later after a test drive and some flirting, Leila returned with the customer to draw up the paperwork.

John listened as she successfully upsold him on each and every single option available on the vehicle, his blood pressure rising another notch with each option.

Finally the customer left and John unloaded on Leila;

“That was really low Leila… You saw me approach him when he came in. That was my sale you moved in on. Where do you get off…”

“Look John, grow a pair of tits and maybe you’ll sell a few more cars”.

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8 thoughts on “Tits & Cars

  1. Hey SeLiNa.

    I liked that one!

    Some guys might argue that this makes men seem easily influenced by beauty…But it’s so true. I think we’ve all been suckers for a pretty face at some point…(The way some women are drawn to a man in uniform or bad boys)…

    What’s funny is that the same can hold true with women who sell jewelry…to men…for the woman in their lives…It’s kinda funny when the sexy lady who is trying to sell you an engagement ring flirts with you. In your mind, you think (know, in fact) you could have her if you wanted her…but let’s get the transaction out of the way first…Maybe you’ll come back later, without your fiancée and see if jewelry lady wants to go for a coffee…and who knows…

    Take care out there, SeLiNa!

    Your Pal,

    Zambo.

  2. i think i bought my last car from this chick… i was so titstruck that i ended up paying for all these crazy fees! (Dealer Prep, Advertising Fees, Destination Charge, Drive off Deposit, Window VIN# Etching Fee, Port Prep Fee, warranty, gap insurance, and credit life) Jesus, the power of tits… Jesus!!

  3. The worst people known to mankind are car salesmen. I would not buy a car if the sales person was totally hot, with huge tits and looked like a blonde Angelina Jolie sans pregnancy….

    But if she came with the car… I might persuaded to take out a second mortgage and inform the wife we were moving to Utah!

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