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The Irresistible Sales Clerk

At a car dealership, a beautiful saleswoman navigates a provocative encounter during a client's test drive. As the man handles the vehicle, his hand drifts to her thigh, slowly hiking up her short pencil skirt. Hidden beneath her professional attire, she wears crotchless stockings and nothing else. Though she offers a soft protest, his bold touch triggers an intense physical response. The Irresistible Sales Clerk follows this risky moment where professional lines blur and hidden desires are exposed.
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Chapter 1

"Mmm… No… You can't touch this part…"

In the car dealership, my client drives around in his new car with his right hand resting on my thick and supple thigh. Slowly, he begins hiking my miniskirt upward.

I'm a beautiful saleswoman working in the shop. Now I'm wearing a pair of crotchless black stockings and a short pencil skirt. The catch is, I'm going commando beneath my skirt.

Truthfully speaking, I'm already flooding down there thanks to the client's touch…

My name was Clara Faulkner. I found a job as a salesperson at a car dealership right after graduating from college.

There was a saying about those who worked in this industry. It was said that if we allowed others to get in our pants, we could earn big bucks.

However, I simply couldn't bring myself to go that far. After nearly a month on the job, I failed to secure even a single sale. So, my boss gave me an ultimatum—I had to land a sale this month. Otherwise, I would be fired.

So, I decided to go all out, ditching my panties and going commando at work.

Born with a stunning figure, I accentuated my curves by putting on a pair of black stockings and a short skirt. My busts were so voluptuous that the buttons of my shirt could barely hold them, leaving a glimpse of their roundness.

Sure enough, a customer named Richard Reese soon approached me to look for a car, clearly drawn in by my outfit.

He was a balding, middle-aged man with a Rolex watch around his wrist. At one glance, I could tell that he was a rich man. Enthusiastically, I recommended a 100-thousand-dollar luxury car to him. To my surprise, he immediately requested a test drive.

In this industry, test drives were a key part of our performance evaluations. I asked him to get into the car, my heart full of excitement.

I buckled his seatbelt for him, serving him attentively. As my chest brushed against him, he reached out and gave my bottom a squeeze without any hesitation.

My first instinct was to pull away, but I was reminded of the fact that I would be dismissed from my job if I failed to close a sale today.

Thus, I brushed my hand across his chest intentionally while giving him a suggestive look. As expected, he took the bait, his eyes thick with desire as he looked back at me.

I sat in the passenger seat while he started the engine and got it moving. Not long after we pulled out of the dealership, he started stroking my thighs, clad in black stockings, with his right hand while keeping his left hand on the wheel.

While fondling me, he marveled, "I love the touch of this luxury car."

I smiled, catching his drift. "Is it the car that feels good, or is it me?" I asked.

He then became more brazen with his touches. "Both."

With that, his hand moved under my skirt, feeling upward slowly. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. He would eventually reach my core if he kept going.

A gradual heat rose from my lower abdomen, and a restless tingle began to crawl under my skin. I quickly grabbed his hand and forced a smile.

"Th-This part is off limits."

To my surprise, Richard didn't stop. In fact, he actually became more insistent in exploring further within.

I gave everything I had to pin his hand down. I never had a man touch me down there. At this point, I felt my entire body temperature rising, and my face was already flushed.

A displeased look came across Richard's face. "What's wrong with you? Don't you know how a salesperson is supposed to behave? Forget it. I'm not buying."

There was no way I was going to lose such a big catch. I quickly explained, "W-Wait, that's not what I meant. I was in a rush today, so I forgot to wear my panties."

The moment Richard heard that, his face beamed with curiosity. "Quick—let me see."

I fought back the urge to resist him. A little sacrifice was nothing for the sake of such a major sale.

I spread my legs, allowing him to move in and claim his prize. With that, he lifted my skirt immediately and pushed three fingers inside me, fingering me relentlessly.

Waves of bliss, unlike anything I had ever known, surged through my back like jolts of electricity. A frantic desire rose within me, as if it were about to burst right through me.

A breathy moan escaped my lips as I panted softly.

Excitedly, Richard said, "I've never seen anyone like you—clearly wanting it so bad, yet still being so reluctant."

As I forced myself to suppress the desire within me, I muttered breathlessly, "I-I've never done this before. This is my first time."

That only seemed to excite him more. He pulled the car over immediately.

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