1. Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 19


    Date: 12/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Female/Female, Job/Place-of-work, Author: Lord Snow, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    “This is crazy” Erin huffed, as she pushed her carry-on into the overhead compartment and then took her seat by the window in 6D. “No” Phil responded. “This is good business, Erin . . . no matter how you look at it.” “I could be fired, Phil.” There was a short pause. “You won’t be fired, Erin. And if that somehow happens, I’ll hire you tomorrow.” “I gave up my job for a cheap fuck . . . I can’t believe it” Erin said wistfully, shaking her head. “Erin . . . please . . . you did NOT give up your job. If by the end of today you can’t see what is going to mutually benefit us, you can say whatever you have say to Don and I will back you up 100 percent.” “I’m expected in Springfield today, Phil. Don is not going to be happy.” “When you explain to him the prospect of increasing your market share by 50% in my territory, Erin . . . he’ll respect your initiative, and be ready to kiss you when you get home”, Phil gave a slight chuckle . . .” but just don’t let ‘em. Terry might get jealous.” “Fifty percent! ... that’s ludicrous . . . how am I supposed to deliver that!?” Phil had waved the flight attendant over and had two Grey Goose Bloody Mary’s on the way. “That, my dear Erin . . . is what the Philster can do for you.” “How?” Phil shifted his blue sport coat in his seat to settle down and buckled his belt. “We currently have 5 total suppliers competing in your product line that our reps are selling . . . You’ve got an average 27% market share across our territory. . . one of your ...
    competitors has an owner who is closing in on 90 years old . . . they’ve got an 18% market share. They’re probably going under in the next few years; no one to take over for the old man. We drop them. Period. We promote, with proper subtlety, your product as our best value in our presentations, stress your safety advancements, made in the USA, union strong, all that shit” he paused and sipped the Bloody Mary that the attendant had delivered . . . “your company, in return, gives us a rebate as marketing capital and boom! You are at least 40% market share for the entire state.” Erin was still a bit hung-over from the night of drinks, and sex, and champagne, and more sex . . . she tried to wrap her head around the situation. She was a responsible woman. She knew friends from high school who had children, but no dads in sight. She had friends from college who were serving cappuccinos or bartending at Friday’s. She wasn’t one of those . . . but what was right and what was wrong still had to have a bearing on her decisions. “Phil . . . that’s collusion . . . that wouldn’t be right.” “By collusion you mean two parties talking about a deal before it happens?” He tried to keep the cynicism from his voice. “Just ask yourself this, Erin” Phil responded, posing a genuine question, not condescending. “How many laws or votes or regulations or business partnerships do you think happen without a little bit of collusion?” *** *** *** She got her boss’s voicemail, not sure if it was a good or a bad ...
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