5.38 – Eager Saleswoman


    Adrienne really, really loved her new job.


    Her previous employment hadn''t been especially bad, but ounting was hardly morous work—especially in a ce as chaotic as Treyhull. Even importantws were rather loosey-goosey down in the Fractures, much less regtions for something as rtively unimportant as bookkeeping. Which was both a good thing and a bad thing, from the perspective of an ountant. But mostly bad. Or, at least, it added headaches to her job.


    Still, Adrienne had enjoyed her work well enough; it had paid much better than employment in Haven, and she actually liked the monotony of ounting—which wasn''t a trait most people would assume of her, if they knew her casually.


    That said, her new work didn''t just pay much better, it was far more enjoyable. First, there was the novelty of running a potion tent selling truly unique merchandise, and then there were the more … intimate benefits.


    Ones Adrienne really shouldn''t have caved to so quickly.


    Then again, her indulgences <em>were </em>making sales.


    The tent had only been open for two days, so they weren''t flooded with customers yet, but Adrienne knew that would change. As it stood, there were six people inside the tent. Three of them were browsing the wares, reading descriptions behind each potion encased in ss, and two were standing in front of the counter, chatting with Adrienne.


    Thest—the sixth—was currently making good use of Adrienne''s discretionary ''free samples'' policy.


    Quiet gagging filled the air as the delightful woman—Ivy, Adrienne thought her name was—tested out the most popr of their potions from the receiving end. Adrienne pretended nothing was amiss as she chatted with the two others at her counter, though the toe-curling waves of heat that coursed through her with each up-and-down bob of the girl''s head was rather hard to ignore.


    "I know the prices are high," Adrienne exined to the woman in front of her, "but they''re in seriously high demand, and our supply is limited. And you can''t find them anywhere else. Considering that, we''re practically giving them away."


    Normally, a sales pitch like that would be hot air, but in this case, it was one hundred percent true—and most of the clientele knew it. Since it had only been two days, Zoey and Sabina''s business was still rtively unknown. That wouldn''tst. While foot traffic had been their only source of buyers yesterday, the word had spread a shocking amount in only twenty four hours: several of the customers today had said they''de based on rmendations.


    "I just don''t know," the woman said. "A price tag like that is hard to justify, no matter how much fun it would be."


    What was her name, again? Marigold? She''d introduced herself, but Adrienne was distracted. She sucked in a gasp of air as Ivy did something with her tongue that Adrienne, well, appreciated, and then she plunged back down, swallowing her cock in one smooth stroke. Her thick member pulsed against tight throat walls, and Adrienne let out a slow breath, forcing herposure back.


    The two customers obviously knew what was happening. They were in the redlight district, so such an indecent disy—even hidden behind a counter—wasn''t something that sparked outrage, but rather interest. Marigold especially seemed intrigued, and Adrienne couldn''t say she was surprised by her next words.


    "But maybe … there''s a way I can earn a discount?" she asked, fluttering her eyshes. She was an older woman, but pretty, her graying hair entuating her features—andbined with her sly smile, suggested experience. Her eyes flicked down, implying that she wanted to be the next girl under Adrienne''s counter.


    Except, that wasn''t how it worked. Adrienne might have catastrophically failed in her duties to be a professional shop owner for Zoey and Sabina, but she wasn''t shing prices just so she could have pretty women''s mouths wrapped around her cock. She''d paid for the in-use potion out of her own pocket, and was employing it to give away ''free samples''. Which <em>did </em>seem to be driving sales—and attracting customers.


    So in a way, Adrienne could delude herself into thinking she was doing it for the good of the business. Not that she <em>honestly </em>believed that. She''d tried her hardest to stay professional the first day, but her will had broken on the second—there''d been this delightful brte with these pouty lips that had utterly broken Adrienne''s will. She''d been the first Adrienne had given a sample to. And by sample, she meant ten inches of cock bulging out her throat.


    That same woman had left with three different potions, so it <em>had </em>been a sessful sale.


    "Sorry," Adrienne said. "We don''t do discounts, only samples. But if you want—" she sucked in a breath, her back arching as Ivy plunged her lips to the base of her pelvis and wiggled her head. "But if you want, you can be next in line. Get a taste. I wouldn''t mind if—"


    Adrienne trailed off, and this time not because of the distraction under her counter, but something else. Someone had thrown open the p to the tent and strode in.


    Adrienne paled.


    Zoey had, apparently,e to check in on her business.


    Adrienne didn''t even have a chance topose herself before Zoey had locked eyes with her—and unleashed that gorgeous smile of hers. Gods, how was the woman so breathtakingly beautiful? Adrienne might have been able to salvage her situation—to have the sense of mind to use her brief two seconds before Zoey arrived to get Ivy off of her—but instead, she smiled back at Zoey, briefly lost in green eyes.


    Then Zoey arrived at the counter, and Adrienne remembered her circumstances. In a panic, a hand shot down onto Ivy''s head, pushing gently to tell her to stop bobbing. Ivy either didn''t understand the request or was too lost in the taste of girlcock, because she ignored Adrienne, gripping her thighs for leverage and continuing to suck. Then again, she did so quieter than before, so maybe she knew perfectly well what was going on.


    "Um," Adrienne said. She turned her attention to Marigold, and then the other customer. "This is my boss," she told them. "Can you give us a moment, please?"


    She announced it louder than necessary, because it was directed more to the woman between her legs than the customers hanging around the counter. Adrienne had very much appreciated the girl''s eagerness earlier, but by how Ivy had only paused, then continued to keep throat-fucking Adrienne, Ivy apparently found the situation amusing. Or was more concerned with having girl-cock in her throat than something silly like Adrienne''s employment status.


    In short, Ivy was a woman after her own heart. Girlcock took precedence over everything else—a sentiment Adrienne gleefully agreed with. If only it didn''t conflict with her current dire circumstances: that her boss had just shown up.


    At least she was being quieter. Ivy wasn''t mming herself down hard enough to choke and gag, and instead, working her tongue, throat, and lips around Adrienne''s shaft and tip with a teasing, sensual pace.


    Adrienne''s skin had already been hot and tingling from having her cock sucked while chatting with customers, but now that her boss had arrived—and that it was <em>Zoey</em>, a woman drop-dead gorgeous enough to stop her heart—ramped the situation up to eleven.


    She was so fucked.


    And she really couldn''t afford to get caught. Zoey seemed like a woman who appreciated sex, but that didn''t mean she wanted an employee who went around fucking customers. And this was way too amazing of a job to give up—in the practical sense, not just the ''extra benefits''.


    Why had Adrienne given in to her base desires? It was a dumb question. With so many curious, fascinated, and flirty young women wanting to ''know more'' about their merchandise, she hadn''t stood a chance.


    "Hey, Adrienne," Zoey said leaning against the counter. "Just thought I''d stop by and see how things are going." She looked around. "Pretty good, it seems like. Shelves are pretty empty. You''re burning through our stock."


    "Um. Yeah." Adrienne scrambled desperately topose herself. But how could she? She was hardly used to the bliss of having her cock sucked by another girl—or having a cock in the first ce. And Ivy was quite eager to take advantage of that.


    She swallowed, then stalwartly cobbled herposure together. She would <em>not </em>lose the world''s most amazing job. All she had to do was make it through a conversation with her boss while having her cock sucked.


    How hard could it <em>really </em>be?