Regina’s job was as a sales executive of a major beer brand, and she was good at her job.
But her company held a fear that its marketing team were out of touch, and didn’t understand the tastes of the average beer-drinker. And so they instituted a program where, once per month, marketing staff were required to go to an actual bar, and personally sell a product whose campaign they had worked on.
Staff who didn’t turn up, or who didn’t manage to sell a minimum number of bottles over the night, were summarily fired.
Regina had done well enough at these nights in the past. Naturally enough, she was better at designing advertising campaigns than making personal sales, but she made her quota nevertheless.
But this month she had been given the task of selling the company’s new beer line, and despite all her work on the campaign, the product itself was a dud. It tasted bitter and unpleasant. In a desperate move to find a market for the beer, Regina had billed it as a premium beer, with a cost higher than any competitor’s product, in an attempt to trick customers into thinking the drink was an acquired taste.
She soon realised the campaign wasn’t working once she turned up at her assigned bar. No one was buying the drink, no matter how much she smiled and talked about the beer’s unique texture. By midnight she had only sold a couple of bottles, and it was becoming clear that she had no hope of making her quote – with the result that she would be fired tomorrow.
But Regina was motivated and ambitious. She was desperate to keep her job, and she was creative under pressure. She wasn’t allowed to pay people to take the drinks, but she could offer other incentives. She marked up a sign – “Buy 5 bottles, get a piece of my clothing with them.” Business ticked up immediately, as she sold rounds of beer and removed her shirt and skirt, and then pulled down her bra to reveal her fuckmelons and slipped out of her panties to show off her cunt.
After that she offered new incentives. “Buy three bottles, and I’ll fuck my pussy with the third one once it’s empty.” “Buy five bottles, and I’ll pour the fifth over my body and let you lick it off.”
At 3 AM she had twelve bottles left, and she shouted out to the bar that whoever bought all twelve at once would get to fuck her. To her chagrin, the remaining patrons of the bar pooled their money together, and so she let them gangbang her, taking turns stuffing their cocks into her mouth, pussy and anus while the bartender filmed it all.
When it was over she was so tired that the bartender let her sleep on the bar floor, curled up in a pool of beer with cum leaking from her holes.
When she woke, Regina had a brief moment of horror and regret – but then she remembered that she would keep her job, and that felt good. And then she remembered how many times she had cum from being the plaything of that circle of drunk men, and that felt *really* good…. She wondered whether she really had to wait a whole month to do this again, or whether she might be able to convince the company to make these outings a weekly requirement…
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Very nice. Short and too the point!