Angela Gets Transferred– (Part 14 of the Angela series) - Sex Stories

Angela Gets Transferred– (Part 14 of the Angela series)

... few grungy looking restaurants with very few cars in their parking lots. Only a few of the perimeter stores were occupied and there were a few abandoned wrecks scattered around. Two of the three anchor stores in the mall were closed and the parking lots were almost empty. She wondered if the weekly sales quotas were the same here as Eastwick. She did not see how she could possibly do as much here. Angela parked as close as she could to the front door and under a light so she would not have far to walk when she left. She noted that only a handful of cars were parked near the store. When she walked into the store, she saw that it appeared to be just a bit larger than half the size of the Eastwick store and at quick glance saw that the furniture was of lower quality than either of the other two stores. When a salesman approached her; she asked to be directed to the manager and told him who she was. He directed her to the back of the store where she found a girl sitting at a desk behind a counter. The girl had numerous piercings in each ear, one in her nose, eyebrow and lip. Her lower arms were exposed and covered with tattoos and she was chomping on a huge wad of gum. When she finally noticed Angela standing there, she addressed her. “Yea, can I help you?” ‘I’m Angela from the Eastwick store. I believe the manager is expecting me.” “Oh yea. Hang on. I’ll let him know.” After about two minutes, she finally got up and knocked on a door marked ‘Private”. There was a large window ...

... on the wall, covered by a curtain inside the office. She pushed the door open and stuck her head inside. “She’s here.” She waved at Angela and told her to go in. Angela walked in and was greeted by a huge dark skinned man. He had to be at least 6’ 5” and well over 300 pounds. The collar on his shirt was at least two inches short of closing and his tie barely reached mid stomach which bulged out above his belt. His hands were the size of a pug’s head and his fingers long and thick as sausages. His hair was light brown and somewhat kinky, and he had a goatee and mustache to match. It was impossible to determine his age. He might have been thirty five or fifty. He motioned for her to sit in a chair, then sat on the edge of his desk. “Michael said you could help us out here. I have lost three sales people in the last month and needed someone to help build our sales back up. We are running a special this week, so expect it to be busy starting tonight. You might want to get a padlock for your locker. Bambi will show you where to store your stuff, get you a sales packet and show you where you can set up a workstation. We’re pretty informal here about who takes the next customer… it’s pretty much whoever gets to them first.” He turned around and sat back down at his desk and resumed working. Angela waited a minute, then got up, said thank you and walked out of his office. She walked up to the tattooed girl. “Bambi?” “Yea, that’s me.” “Mr. Harris said you would get me started and show ...