I’d love to say that the Ashley saga continued, but unfortunately, she decided to put her skills to work at a glamorous sex parlor near Dallas and informed me of her new prices and policies. When she did, I just shrugged my shoulders and figured I could always brag I was with a super high-level call girl and enjoyed her for an entire evening.
After the letdown with Ashley, I wasn’t interested in getting a new massage therapist and continued back to my regular life as a new home sales counselor. The market, so softened by the ridiculous fed action of raising rates had caused a drop off in traffic in my model to the point where I spent many days alone at my model. During this time, I became very good at just being nice to everyone who came through the door and seeing what came of this new sales strategy.
Well, after a few weeks, I met a very attractive young lady who came in to preview my home for a friend of hers. Her name was Shauntelle who came across as very sweet and was also very pretty and dressed very sexy. I was super nice to her, but I toned it down a little as I could tell when I was going too far to be nice to females, especially.
I almost changed my personality, thinking maybe it would be good to just come off as a professional gentleman who was more like a father figure and hoped that would build trust between us that would lead to a sale. If it didn’t, then I would be fine with having been super nice to a sweet young lady who happened to be young and somewhat in need of some fatherly help.
Shauntelle kept texting me asking questions about the hood, the plan, and the features like everyone who has some interest in getting a new home. I texted her back very professionally and never pushed her to make a move or pursue the home more as after all, it was for her friend. After a week of texting, she finally said, “Wayne, it is obvious you are concerned that I am not able to do anything, so I’d like to make an appt. after you close on Friday night to finalize everything.”
I thought, Oh my gosh, I'll have to stay late for her as she was coming after work, and with traffic, it would be almost 8 pm by the time she got to my model. I replied to her, “Yes that will work fine for me if you're ok with it being dark outside. We can go everything and take care of all your needs right here in my model.”
She responded, “Yes, I am looking forward to seeing you again and moving this forward.”
That was all I needed to hear as things had been so slow, I needed the practice of moving things forward anyway.
Friday came and the day was dreary, wet, cold, and not busy at all, so I had no problem waiting for Shauntelle. Once closing time arrived, I locked my model up and dimmed the lights to not advertise I was still there, and it left my model feeling very homey with the heat up high and fireplace going. Right after I locked up the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to greet her right on time.
As I opened the door, I saw her beautiful face and smiled welcoming her with, “Hi, Shauntelle, it's great to see you again. Come on in.” Then I started to shake her hand, which she denied and proceeded to hug me closely, warmly, and almost suggestively. She whispered in my ear, “It’s just me tonight as Cindy canceled at the last minute, but I didn't want to miss getting together with you again.”
Oh, no problem, Shauntelle, that stuff happens but we can make the best of it, and I will give you as much time as you want.”
I asked her if she’d like to sit by the fireplace, get warm, and enjoy some hot chocolate that I had made since it was the holiday season. She agreed but asked, “Do you have any Holiday Cheer to put in it?"
I wasn’t drinking, but had a gift bottle that a friend had dropped off for us. “Of course, I've got a little holiday spirit for the hot chocolate, as it seems to make for a much better holiday feeling don’t you think?
She stared at me as I brought her cheery drink to her sitting while I moved closer, she stood up, took her heavy winter jacket off and said, “It's very toasty in here, and I just bought this new dress, so I wanted to see what you think of it.”
As she revealed her new skintight dress, I immediately noticed what an unbelievable body she had under it. The dress was solid red but not that gawdy Christmas red but a more sensuous nighttime red that was a little darker in appearance. It made her face even that much prettier, and her long dishwater-blond hair flowed down below her shoulders. Her figure was such that she didn’t really need a bra and yet her tits stayed in place perfectly, but the material was tight enough and thin enough to show off her perky tits and small distinct nipples underneath.
I stared at her and told her, “You look stunning, but I can't believe you wore this to meet with me here at my model.” As I waited for her to respond I sat down across from her and watched her dress go up her thighs as she sat back on the sofa.
“Well Wayne, I hope you aren’t offended but I’ve developed kind of a fantasy crush for you since we met the first time. I was afraid to share this with you because it might come across forward since we only know each other as buyer and sales dude.” She then slumped back and let her dress move up even further and said, “You just make me feel so at ease, so pretty, and are always complimenting the way I think.”