James Barton: Door to door teaser

She found the residence, unlocked her trunk, removed the articles, and walked to the front door just as dusk set in. A middle-aged woman answered and showed her in cheerily.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Miss Drum," the woman said affably, "and I was getting a little anxious about you – your office called quite early this afternoon and asked me to relay the message for you to call in before going home for the night."

Pam felt a twinge of nervousness and wondered what on earth they wanted her for – a complaint?

Not hardly, she assured herself, and went through the items with the kindly woman, relieved that there was to be no "extras" with this customer. She smiled at the attractive woman as she went through her purchases, then Pam sat beside her on the couch to look through the summer catalog with her. Mrs. Hoagarty was all business, and from her tailored appearance, Pam guessed her to be a professional of some type.

And in answer to her question, Mrs. Hoagarty smiled and replied easily, "Why yes, my dear, I am… I'm a sex therapist."

Pam felt her cheeks color and she wished she hadn't asked as the woman called off several articles for her to list on the order form. Finally she was done, and Pam asked if she might use the phone. The woman directed her to a telephone desk in the hallway and stood there as she lifted the receiver and dialed. Alicia answered and Pam listened apprehensively as she was informed that Mr. Dumont, the sales manager, wanted her in his office before seven.

"Ummm… Do you know why?" Pam questioned.

"You'll see… just be here," Alicia told her mysteriously.

Pam set the receiver down and looked up to find Mrs. Hoagarty standing close to her. "Nothing wrong, is there, my dear?"

"No… I don't think so… the sales manager wants to see me…" and her voice trailed off as she felt the woman's hand slide softly over her fully rounded buttocks. She blinked as the woman patted her, then her hand slipped beneath the short hem of Pam's skin. "Ah… I… that is, I really must be going, Mrs. Hoagarty…" she stammered, blushing.

"Yes, I know… and it's a pity – I had so hoped we'd be able to get to know each other a little better," and her fingers slipped between the younger woman's legs to touch the hair-fringed lips of her pussy beneath her sheer panties.

"Ah… me too… perhaps another time?" Pam said.

"You can count on it, my dear," she said, and kissed Pam softly on the mouth as her fingers plied the soft flesh of Pam's cunt and her other hand closed around her jutting young breast.

Pam drew a deep breath and sighed as she left the Hoagarty home and wondered at the clientele Marge had built up – they were all so sexually preoccupied, and she wondered idly if any of those she was yet to meet would not be so?

She drove back to the distribution center with butterflies in her stomach. Alicia had been noncommittal, but there was a hint of a threat in her voice that had left Pam uneasy. As she pulled into the side drive of the parking lot, Pam was not surprised to see only two cars left – Mr. Dumont's Mercedes and Alicia's small sports car.

Nervously, she locked her car and climbed the marble steps to the glass entrance and found it locked. From the reception area, she saw Alicia approaching, a scowl on her face, and Pam's apprehension doubled. The woman let her in without speaking and Pam followed her in the inner maze of offices where Mr. Dumont had a lavish office complex of his own.

Alicia stood aside as Pam opened the door to the man's private office and entered, her apprehension rising as her boss looked up from his desk and waved Alicia to come in and close the door behind her. Pam approached the desk uneasily and tried to read the expression on the man's face, but she could not; his normally handsome, smiling features were clouded by concentration, but she was unable to detect whether it was dissatisfaction, anger or what. She sat as he pointed to a deep chair beside the desk and she glanced at Alicia as she took a chair before the large desk.

"Well, well… Miss Drum," he said, and Pam felt her stomach turn. He leaned forward, locked his fingers together and asked, "How do you like working for Lotus, Pam… any complaints?"

Pam swallowed nervously and glanced at Alicia – who was staring at her blankly. "… I like my job very well, Mr. Dumont… and no, I have no complaints…"

"No complaints," he repeated, and sat back in his deep leather swivel chair. "Miss Drum has no complaints, Alicia."

Alicia smiled, but not pleasantly, and Pam suddenly felt like a mouse caught between two cats. She cleared her throat, leaned forward slightly and asked, "Is… is there something wrong, Mr. Dumont?"

His reply startled her almost out of the chair. He slammed his palm flat on the desk and the sound was like that of a pistol being fired. "Wrong?" he nearly shouted. "Wrong? You may be assured there is something wrong, Pam Drum!"

Pam was close to tears as she felt his words sting her like arrows. She blinked in bewilderment and shook her head in confusion as her handsome boss rose from his chair and came to stand in front of her, an accusing finger jabbing an inch from her nose.

"We have it on good authority that you have been sexually promiscuous with several customers, Miss Drum… what do you have to say for yourself?"

She shook her head in disbelief as his words crashed into her consciousness and shattered her composure. Great tears welled in her eyes as her vision blurred and she began to sob. "I… I don't know what to… to say…" she blurted out, burying her face in her hands.

"Also," the man went on in a strong tone, "you were observed this very day having sex with an employee of Lotus!"

"Oh, noooo…" she moaned, and felt her new world come crashing down around her.

"You deny that you were on your knees in the stockroom with Frank Seckler's prick stuffed down your throat? Do you deny sucking him until he shot his load of cum into your mouth? Tell me! Do you deny it?"

The words burned themselves into her brain and left her defenseless – who could have told – who could have seen? And how could he have known about the customers? Were they spying on her – had someone complained? My, God! she thought. What was going to happen to her?

Pam tensed as she felt an arm go around her shoulder and she heard Alicia saying sympathetically, "There, there, baby, it's going to be all right…" Pam sobbed hysterically as the woman tried to comfort her, and she heard Alicia telling Dumont, "Come on, Steve… give the kid a break… it's no big thing. Jesus – you act as if you'd never had sex with a woman!"

"We have our reputation as a firm to think about, Alicia…" he told her gruffly.

"Oh, come on… put that stuff out at the sales meeting, but have a heart – can't you see what this is doing to her?"

There was long pause and Pam's heart nearly stopped as her boss spoke again, his tone softer, and she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Pam… perhaps I was a bit rough on you. I… I'm sorry I made you cry. Perhaps I was too hasty."

Pam sniffed and looked up at the towering figure of the man she had come to respect so highly during her training course. She felt as if she had let him down – deceived him – and the shame was evident in her voice as she choked out, "Oh, Mr. Dumont… I… I'm so terribly sorry – how can I ever make it up to you?"

Steve Dumont looked at Alicia and smiled. "Well… if you really want to know…" he said, and his voice was even softer than before.

"Yes!" Pam exclaimed. "Anything, I'll do anything… just don't be angry with me… and… and please don't fire me!"

He looked down at her and smiled again. "Now, no one mentioned firing you… as far as my being angry – well, we can settle that very simply if you really want to…"