Selling Point (GolGol, delle)
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				Title: <strong>Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 11:50:44</strong>
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				Kelly Roth was not in a good mood. She had just alighted from the cab, hastily tipped the rude smelly cabbie and even now, stared up at the skyscraper that housed the office she had been working in for the past month.<br><br>Sales. What insanity had prompted her to begin her career in this? Just because she had helped sell handbags in Prada shops? This was a whole new kettle of fish. Sales was an aggressive, competitive cestpool, where it was every man for himself. And in her case, it was worse because the workforce was dominated by men. She was one of the few saleswomen in the company. In fact, she was one of the few women, period. The rest were clerks, secretaries and the cleaning lady.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she ran a hand through her short blond curls and headed into the building. The 50th floor was a ways up. She was not exactly late, but why get careless?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 12:15:53</strong>
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				The 50th floor was always busy as usuall. Men in fine suits rushed back and forth, almost everyone of them talked into a cellphone. This was a sales company which was on the rise so now it was busy times. Infact they had sold more wares than they had bought in also the owner of the company had hired some more people, one of them was a woman, Kelly. Already she was disliked by the rest of the staff sicne the women that worked here were all secretaries.&nbsp; The 50th floor was a labyrinth of offices and meeting rooms. Here and there a water or a coffee machine stood waiting.<br><br>When Kelly arrived by elevator no one was really taking notice of her. After all it was a normal week day and as long as she did not open her mouth or present how well she had done, no one of the men would talk to her or try to do something to her. Altough today something was waiting for her at her office desk: A dildo shaped as a large erect penis, along with a fresh pair of batteries. There was also a note: "You want it when?" It said. Kelly ofcourse knew who had done this. There was a group of five collegues that were always harrasing her when they had the chance. One of them was the son of the owner, that was why they could pull these things off... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 20:36:18</strong>
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				Kelly picked up the dildo gingerly and dropped it into her wastebasket with a snort of disgust. How typically tasteless and crude. She flirted with the idea of reporting this to her boss, but she dismissed the notion almost immediately. She wasn't such a bad guy, but he had the unfortunate habit of having a blind spot where his guys' antics were concerned. She didn't want to appear weak or whiny. She would just have to put up with it, as usual.<br><br>She turned on her workstation and then went off to the pantry for a cup of coffee while she was waiting for the computer to boot up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 23:43:13</strong>
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				Speaking of the group of men that dispised her the most. The sat in the pantry, drinking coffee and joking amongst each other. All of the five guys were rather good looking and finely dressed. After all they had products to sell, and only men could do that right. when she entered the pantry all five of them went silent as if not wanting to speak while she was around incase she might curse them or something. At the same time she could feel their eyes on her as she turned her back to them. "So, did you like the present." Marc finally said, unable to keep quiet any longer. He was a tall man with brown welkept hair, always dressed in dark suits. He was the main man of the gang and liked to harass her when no one else dared.<br><br>Leaning back in the chair, he grinned at Kelly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 03:17:06</strong>
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				Kelly did not look at Marc as she filled her coffee cup. She hated this smart-alec. He was the epitome of the typical male chauvinist pig. He seemed to think he was God's gift to women and sales, not in that particular order, and had no qualms about trumpeting it. In short, he was an asshole.<br><br>"The dildo? Oh, that smelly thing was a present? I thought you left it on the wrong desk after using it on your own ass. You really ought to stop doing that, I hear it causes piles. That would explain the queer way you've been walking recently."<br><br>Kelly had nothing against homosexuals, but she felt a certain vindictive pleasure in using the man's insecurities against himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 10:23:13</strong>
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				Kelly could hear the man grind his teeth when she had spoken. Then just as she left she could hear some not so nice words following her out. It seemed as he had not expected her to talk back like that. It was good she was such a fast talker or else she would have not made it. When Kelly was gone Marc sighed. "Damn, we need to do something about her, she can't stay here..." He began and then began to think. "..She's lowering our morale to work. What I don't get is how she can have so high sale numbers. She's nothing more than a cunt with a fast talking lip."<br><br>Outside in the corridor as Kelly walked back to her office she met James. He was the only man in this place that was actually nice to her. Blonde hair, green eyes, plus a pair of stylish glasses rested on his nose. He was well built and was always dressed in suits. Then again they only saw each other during work. "Hi Kelly, how's it going?" He smiled at her. He features was nice, maybe he was what she would call good looking. Also Kelly knew that most women in this place were looking at him when the had the chance. Seeing that she was on the way to her office he held the door open for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 10:33:57</strong>
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				"Hey." She said politely but shortly, giving him a nod of acknowledgement as she guarded her coffee cup back to her desk. James wasn't bad-looking and he was actually pretty decent to be around. But she just wasn't in the mood for pleasant company. She wanted to bite somebody's head off - and enjoy it. James was too nice for her to do it without any guilt.<br><br>She entered the office she shared with the other men, heading towards her partition. Pictures of her cat, her nephews and Bruce Lee lined a panel. Time to file her sales report. She'd actually made the quota comfortably, and it was probably killing the guys to know they had competition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 10:55:24</strong>
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				James just shook his head as she walked past him, and then he left her. He had better things to do that don't be appriciated. Kelly was sitting by her desk, writing the sales report. She had done really good this month, only a few of her customers had not bought her wares. Although she would have to make another try for later on today, and finally get out of this place for once. By the other desks the men did the same as she, filing their report. It would only take about an hour then she was free to do what she did best, selling. Altough there would be problems since a few of the people she was currently having to sell to were difficult indeed and she might have to come up with something extra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 19:03:31</strong>
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				She went through her product listing - Ospring Balm, a cooling lotion rub that came at five dollars fifty cents a bottle, or twenty dollars for a four-pack. Housewives bought up that stuff, but she knew she was at a disadvantage here. The men in the office had just about cornered the market. The only available market left was men, and from what she knew of them, they simply didn't care about this stuff. Kelly didn't like going door to door. She never knew what she was going to get at each house, but it looked like she didn't have much of a choice. She needed to make quota for this week - the first week was often the most crucial. How would she be able to sell this stuff? She wondered.<br><br>Oh well. No time like the present. First, she would approach some of the resalers on her list, and then she would try the door-to-door approach.<br><br>The first stop was Olly Green's Mart at the other end of the street.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>02-09-2006, 11:13:16</strong>
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				At this time of day there were not many people around so Kelly had no trouble finding the owner of the place. It was a family company and right now the younger son was handling it. They were a normal store where you could buy a little bit of everything. The recent years it had gone very well so the young owner, Nick, was having a great time and was currently hiring more people, asa sign said outside the door.<br><br>Kelly had been here before but she had never met the son who was in his late twenties, blonde short hair, a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Over that he had a red appron. Right now he stood over by the meat counter and sorting, well, meat. He was not what you would call good looking, but not ugly either. She would see some of the older staff but also some new who were obviously learning the ways of the trade. "What can I do for you, miss?" Nick asked with a nice smile as he saw the woman approaching him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>02-09-2006, 17:35:43</strong>
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				Kelly favoured him with a dazzling smile. "Good day, I'm here to market the hot exciting new product, Ospring Balm. Maybe you've heard of it. It's made from 7 different natural herbs that combine to give a deep relaxing sensation on the skin and then relaxes the muscles underneath." She began the sales pitch, maintaining eye contact and praising the product's capabilities, all the while stressing its low pricing which was slashed for the purpose of this promotion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 11:36:32</strong>
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				Nick listened for as long as Kelly spoke. It seemed as he had been in this buisness before though so he was hard to influence. Now and then he asked some questions about what it was made of and how much it would cost if he bought up so many he needed to actually make something out of it. Finally though he shook his head. "Sorry, miss, I don't think that product will sell so well here. Altough one of your collegues was in here yesterday, trying to sell me the same product for less money..." Smiling he leaned over the counter and said with a lower voice: "I might buy your wares and not your friend's if you come back with me to the restroom for a quick one." Saying this he was dead serious, knowing that he could buy from the other salesman instead...
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 17:58:28</strong>
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				A quick one? She was quite sure she didn't know what he was talking about. And was he staring at her cleavage? The tube she was wearing wasn't that revealing, and she had a jacket over it.<br><br>Putting on a smile again, she replied. "I'm not quite sure I follow, Mr...?"<br><br>"Anyway, I can offer you a better rate if you buy more. Trust me, this product can be sold. I see housewives in here all the time. They'll be crazy for this stuff." She wasn't really sure where to go from here, but she was turning on the charm again.
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				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 20:21:32</strong>
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				"Nick." Nick smiled when she asked him about his name. "A quickie, sex." He said, breaking Kelly in her speech about driving housewives mad with this cream. "If you say yes, I'll buy your entire stock, take it or leave it." He said, and went back to slicing up meat and wrapping it in plastic before putting a price tag on it. She seemed to be a fine woman in her best years, and it had been a long time since he had gotten something, now that his girlfriend had left him for the last time, or so she had said when she slammed the door in his face..<br><br>If Kelly said no, he would just shrug as if nothing had happened. She needed him, that much he knew, for he could get the same stuff cheaper if he wanted to,
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>04-09-2006, 11:06:46</strong>
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				What! The nerve of that pig. Her mouth tightening and eyes narrowed, she glared at his turned back. She wasn't <em>that </em> desperate. There were other resalers on her list. And if all else failed, there was still the door-to-door option.<br><br>"Thank you for your time, Mr Nick." She said frostily as she turned and headed out the door, nose in the air.<br><br>Perhaps the manager of Little Lazario's in the next district would take her more seriously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 08:11:34</strong>
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				Kelly did not get a reply as she turned on her heels and marched out of the store. Little Lazario's store was not far down the street from where she had just been. It was a small place with old dark wooden shelves which were filled with italian foods. Also since Lazario's wife was in on this she had begun to sell perfumes and other beauty items, as she called them. It seemed to be an odd mix but somehow it had worked since most people who came here were housewives and women in general. They sold enough to make a living...Kelly had been here before and she knew they would buy at least some of her stuff without much hassle.<br><br>Mr.Lazario was a man in his later years, his hair had started to become grey and his face was a little more tired than a few years ago. He was dressed in simple wool pants and a white shirt, covered with an apron that seemed to have seen better years. When Kelly entered the store he smiled. "Hello miss, what do you have for me today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 20:40:20</strong>
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				Kelly made sure to smile, erasing the previous experience from her head as she began her sales pitch. This old geezer actually looked interested, and she could tell she was hitting home with that bit about the housewives being the selling point. As far as she could tell, he wasn't looking at his cleavage, but then again, maybe he was subtler than the younger man. Kelly found herself not caring. As long as he was paying attention, it was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Selling Point (GolGol, delle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>07-09-2006, 14:44:28</strong>
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				The old geezer was interested indeed and listened to her whole speech about how good and cheap this product was. At the end he bought a few packages of the cream to see how well it would sell, then he would talk to his wiffe and see what she thought about it since she was the main head of the perfume and body shop departement. "Anything else I can help you with, miss?" Lazario then asked when thier deal had been finished. He hoped that his wife would like this cream for then he would have the enjoyment of seeing this young lady some more times...
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 11:26:24</strong>
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				"No, thank you. You're very kind." She replied sweetly. Closing a sale with a promise of more if it worked out, that was considered good enough. However, she had barely cleared ten percent of her quota and she was fast running out of options.<br><br>Yes, she would have to do the dreaded door-to-door thing. She had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but sometimes unpleasant tasks were inevitable.<br><br>She touched up her makeup in the ladies, took a long look at herself in the mirror and breathed deeply. <em>OK, Kelly Roth. You're up</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>09-09-2006, 11:59:31</strong>
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				The door to door sales did not work well for some reason. And the end of the tour, Kelly had not sold more than her 20 percent needed for the day and she was out of costumers. She needed to do something to put her sales up before she went back to work or else she would have to speak with her boss and not to mention how her "friends" over at the office would treat her...She knew she had the deal from the first man she spoke to, Nick, he would probably buy enough of it to make it last for the rest of the month...Altough something in the back of her head told her he would want more than a quickie...
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>11-09-2006, 11:27:44</strong>
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				She couldn't believe she was even considering such a proposal. The indecency of it all! She was not going to lower herself to that level. She had another couple days. She had already met the quota this month, but she wanted to truly thrive. She wanted to thrash the male competition.<br><br>Never mind, tomorrow was another day. Perhaps she'd do better this time.
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				Post by: <strong>GolGol</strong> on <strong>11-09-2006, 17:31:22</strong>
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				Washing away the male competition would be easier said than done for Kelly since theywere selling good. And now that she did not want to sell to the young man anymore someone else would probably get that store instead. As she had finished her door to door selling the day was almost gone. She would have time go by her office and maybe finish some paperwork, it all depended on how much the males in the office would give her peace.Altough in the back of her head she knew that if sometihng did not happen to make her selling go up a few notches, she would have to go to Nick and talk to him again. Or maybe she could steal some of the other's costumers?
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