Isaac hopes his new receptionist gig will be a stepping stone to a career as a salesman, but there’s one problem: he doesn’t know the ABCs of selling. Fortunately for him, his new boss Ngozi, a fierce black Amazon of a woman, would be more than happy to give him a few pointers about turning his cold pitch into a hot sale. And Isaac is more than willing to learn.
But when Ngozi’s first lesson reveals she has a whole lot more going on under the hood, will Isaac be ready to step up to the plate and take her on toe-to-toe? Or will he forever destined to be at the bottom?
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“Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?” my new boss says after I introduce myself. “Glad to finally meet you. Linda told me all about you. You’re going to fit right in. Go ahead, come in, I’ll give you the grand tour.”
She shakes my hand, quite firmly, and I notice the huge wedding ring on her finger. It looks like it’s housing a diamond bathed in pink light. She catches me staring at it, and she pretends to fan her face with her ringed hand.
“Yeah, you can tell he really loves me, huh?”
Ngozi Day is easily two heads taller than me–although I’ve always been a little on the short side for a guy–and is built like a runway model. She also looks like she’s one of those women who have a social media account where they just post pictures of themselves doing yoga and every man with an internet connection comments about how much they want to fuck her. By which I mean to say, she is very, very fit.
Her dark skin shines even in the drab light of the office, and the way her wild hair bounces around her hoop earrings makes my heart skip a beat. She brushes a bunch of hair behind her ear with a pedicured hand. The dark red nail polish is as inviting as her smile is. She points to cubicles in succession as we walk alongside each other down the hall.
“That one’s Jerry’s office. You don’t want to direct anyone who isn’t a previous client before 11 am. His prime time is after he’s stuffed himself with lunch. Oh, and this desk belongs to Zara. You’ll like her. Sweet as can be, but god damn, she knows how to close.”
I try to take in all of the information that she’s giving me, but I can’t help but be distracted by my new boss. My hormones are throwing a party inside of me. Ngozi is dressed like someone who knows they’re sexy and isn’t afraid of looking like it. Even at work. Her dress hugs the lines of her body, from the top of her mane of hair to the bottom of her high heels. And those legs. God shaped those legs.
Whenever she thinks I’m looking at the cubicle she’s pointing at, I’m really ogling her cleavage. I try to shake myself out of it, because the last thing you need to do on your first day is undress your boss with your eyes.
“…but besides that, what do you think?”
My mouth hangs open. It’s hard having this woman give all of her attention to you.
“Well, I uh…” I pretend to do an understanding nod as I look back at all the cubicles. “I probably should have written all that down. I brought my notebook, and…”
“Oh, you were going to take notes today? Oh my God, that’s so cute.”
She places a hand on my side, giving me a little squeeze. I find it a little personal, but I’m not complaining. I’m surprised I don’t prematurely ejaculate right then.
“Anyway, this is our last stop. The break room. No one else is due to come in for another hour. Why don’t we talk a little more?”
She shows me in, and I start taking deep breaths because I’m not going to be able to take a cold shower anytime soon.
“So what do you want to get out of this job? I assume you don’t want to be a receptionist forever, unless this is one of those ‘side hustles’ that you young people are always going on about.”
Ngozi looks at me over the rim of her mug as the steam wafts up and over our heads. We are on opposite sides of a table that is much too wide. I much preferred being right next to her, but at the same time, I can barely look her in the eye as it is.
“Yeah,” I say, taking another sip. The mug is almost shaking in my hand. “I don’t know if Linda told you, but I told her that I wanted to eventually promote up to be a salesman someday.”
“‘Someday?’ You’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t put a number on it, honey.”
A nervous chuckle betrays my lips.
“I was thinking, like, a year.”
Ngozi leans over the table. Her breasts spill out over the firmness of her arms, but what keeps my attention are her dusky eyes.
“That’s more like it. Young man like you, that’s ambitious.” She licks her lips. “So tell me, what’s your sales experience?”
“I don’t really…”
“Call centers? University alumni donations? Selling weed to your dorm mates? I’m flexible.”
A sudden image of my boss doing the splits flashes in my mind. I’ve been called wimpy before, but I definitely know that I’m a man.
“None,” I manage to sputter out. “I mean, no sales experience.”
“I see.” She leans back in her chair again, crossing her leg over the other one. The hem of her dress has ridden up a little bit and I can see a bit more of her chocolate thigh. I can tell that I’ve deflated her a little bit, though.
“But I’m really willing to learn!” I add.
She seems to consider this as she eyes me. I fight to maintain eye contact with her.
Until, finally, she smiles at me.
“I believe that.” She puts her coffee to the side and crosses her arms. “You know what, you seem like a smart young man. This receptionist gig is kid’s work. You don’t need training for that, do you?”
“S-sure,” I say. Another sip of coffee to fill the gap in the conversation. “I’d like to get started as soon as possible, if I can.”
“Oh, we definitely can.” She throws her halo of hair behind her head and tips her head in thought. “It’s decided, then. Forget the receptionist training. I’m going to start putting you through salesman training myself. How does that sound?”
My mouth freezes in a smile. It’s only my first day and I’ve already secured alone time with my super hot boss. Well, that and professional development time.
“That sounds great!” I take out my notebook and pop the cap off my pen. “Where do we start?”
She laughs. “You can start by putting the notebook away. You need to come across to the client as confident and knowledgeable. The second you hesitate, or stammer, or go ‘um’ then you’ve lost the sale. It’s a lot like dating. Are you seeing anyone right now?”
I look into my coffee and see my reflection. “Not right now, no. But I mean, I want to focus on my career and–”
“See, just like that? Don’t give me an explanation unless I ask for it. It makes you look weak, and honey, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.”
I nod, knowing how right she is, and I try to withdraw as deep as I can into my shoulders.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright, honey. This is where I come in.” She takes the chair next to me and leans in close. I can feel the tip of her heel resting against my shin. “You just have to really want it. Pretend you’re trying to get me to date you. Sell yourself to me.”
“I…” Is she for real? “Like, a list? Of making myself look good?”
“You don’t need to worry about looking good,” she teases. “Except for that tie, it’s a little wrinkled. But it adds to your charm. Looks only get you so far. You have to make me believe that I’ll like being with you.”
“Okay, well… I uh, I’m a good cook so I can cook for you if you don’t feel like going out. And, uh…”
“That’s a good start, keep going.”
“And I like trying new things, as long as that thing isn’t sky-diving, and I like reading and meaningful conversations and hiking.”
She looks into my eyes. I look back into hers, and I suddenly notice how dry my mouth is.
“Do you have a big cock, though?”
I can’t believe my ears.
“It’s okay. Go ahead. Whatever you say, just say it confidently.”
“I think it’s a good size.”
She sees through my lie. “It’s okay, honey. At least you have a cute butt.”
I must be blushing hard, because she puts her arm around my back and gives my shoulder a squeeze.
“You’re doing really good. Sometimes you have to push past being uncomfortable. Let’s introduce a complication to our little scenario.”
She stands up, and without warning, Ngozi lifts up her dress.
I stare at a thick, black cock, hanging between her legs.
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