The Door to Door Stocking SalesmanChapter 2
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The streets of Memphis were packed with cars and tourists for some big event that had come to town. Steven Ackerman blinked and sighed. He’d just moved here from a small town in Alabama and had never been anywhere like this in his entire life. This was as many people as he’d ever seen in one place and he wasn’t so sure the move was the best idea.
Looking both ways, he decided this was his opportunity and darted across the street as quickly as he could without looking like a fool. He was already on the verge of running late to his brand new job opportunity. He looked at his watch and felt the anxiety increasing with every tick of the second hand. ‘I should’ve given myself more time in case things got tricky,’ he thought to himself.
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Eleven minutes later, he found himself standing in front of an abandoned building with a broken window and wooden planks nailed across the door, barring entrance. He stuffed his hand into his pocket and double-checked the address, ‘842 South Willow’. This was it. The address was engraved into the old white stone above the door in faded golden letters. ‘Damn it,’ he cursed and sat down on the steps leading to the barred door and sat his backpack in front of him.
Steven was twenty-two years old and had left his parent's house after flunking out of college to move here. He’d been a good student at the local community college, but the girls distracted him. One girl led him into a small party scene and it was all downhill from there.
He was forced to find a job and pay for his loans all by himself. He tried all the websites and apps, but in his small town, the only jobs available were fast-food spots and gas stations. After a few days of searching, he received an email about a job from what he thought was a big supply company. Now, he’d have to crawl back home a failure if he didn’t do something fast. But, what? What could he possibly do? He’d already pre-paid a hotel for two weeks and bought a cheap suit with his parent's money. He was nearly broke with no leads or idea of what to do.
He sank into himself with his arms pressed against his forehead as he sat on the steps. He closed his eyes and tried to think. But, his thinking was interrupted by approaching footsteps. He lifted his head and pushed his black bangs from his view and saw a tall man in a black and red overcoat with long white hair standing in front of him. He met his eyes and instantly noticed how clear and powerfully white they were. They had no color around the pupil and held a piercing yet friendly gaze. Never in his life had he seen a man like this and before he could utter a word, the individual smiled a thin grin and spoke in such a very smooth voice.
“My name is Alredion Whist. I’m the owner of International Radiant. You must be Steven.”
It took a few seconds for the words to make sense. Steven scrambled to his feet and smiled, outstretching his hand for potentially, his new boss. It was met with a pale and slender hand that was unusually cold to the touch.
“Yes, sir. That’s me,” he replied while still holding a smile.
Alredion nodded and took back his hand. “Good!” he said excitedly, flashing a brilliantly white smile. “Follow me, please.”
As he turned to walk up the street, Steven got a better look at the strange man. He had red boots that gleamed in the sunlight and were tucked under perfectly pressed black slacks of immaculate quality. The red and black overcoat hung down to the backs of his knees and the tops of the shoulders had dark black fur that covered his neck. To add to it all, the white hair was resting under a top hat of all things with a black and silver band around its base. Just who was this man? Steven thought as he followed behind and the only thing he could think was, well he’s my new boss.
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Alredion Whist led Steven a few blocks away to a parking garage. Inside they entered an elevator and went down to the lowest floor which Steven noticed, was underground. He followed his boss through a large set of black doors that seemed to be impossibly heavy and thick and through those doors there was an expensive desk with two hallways leading on either side of the desk. A lovely young blond lady stood at the desk with a smile and a pleasant welcome to them both. Above her head was a sign and engraved in gold letters it read, ‘International Radiant.’
They walked the left hallway and at the very end was another set of very large doors. The letters were engraved directly into the door, almost like a carving from a master worker. They read, ‘The Salesman.’
Steven entered the room. He felt strange about everything and a thought kept creeping from the back of his mind to leave. But, for a chance at success and employment, he would push those feelings away and just continue.
In the room was an immaculate wooden desk. Steven was in awe at the intricate markings and carvings along its surface and edges. Tiny animals and objects had been cut into the wood’s surface. There were so many of them in so much detail that if Steven looked at the desk for months he felt he could still find new things to admire.
‘Do you like it?” the white-haired Whist said. He had already seated himself behind it and he smiled at Steven almost knowingly.
“Uh, yes sir! It’s ah, it’s amazing.” Steven was being drawn back into the carved figures and would have been entranced with detail again if not for Whist pulling out a large bag and placing it on the desk in front of Steven.
It dropped with a hefty weight on the desk and Whist stood, unzipping it to show Steven its contents. Papers were shoved into the corners of the large bag and more lie on top of a very astonishing amount of money. Steven began to sweat instantly and felt like this was somehow wrong. Whist chuckled quietly and sat back down. His white eyes were locked onto Steven’s. With a smooth tone and cadence, he finally revealed his intentions.
“Mr. Ackerman, these are the documents to all of my property including this entire parking garage and the floor we now sit. There are three hundred and fifty thousand dollars inside the bag as well. I would like you to have it all.” The strange white-haired Alredion Whist flashed that mysterious and charming smile once more.
Steven’s mouth fell open quite literally. His eyes widened and found their way to the pile of money in the bag. Sweat trickled from his brow and ran along his cheek. He felt hot. Hot and confused and very, very excited.
“Sir, uh, there’s no way. There just no way you’d give me all of this! I can’t even...I can’t even...” he cleared his through as his thoughts began to tumble over one another and he could no longer find any words to speak. He just sat there staring and thinking without a single fully formed thought.
Whist leaned back in his chair and laughed heavily. “Oh, yes! Yes, I would, Steven Ackerman! I would give this to you and more! All you have to do is sign the documents and it’s done.” He leaned forward and the smile disappeared along with his joyous demeanor. “But, there is of course a very important catch.”
Steven’s eyes shot from the bag of money and documents back to Whist who seemed gravely serious. His white eyes locked onto Steven with a purpose. “That’s right, Steven Ackerman. You can have all of this money and property. However, if you take it you must also take my duties and responsibilities.”
Steven’s throat finally let out the passing of a low and shaky sound. “What?”
Whist folded his arms in his lap and placed one pale and cold hand on top of the other. “You must take over my job as Salesman and owner of Internarional Radiant. Of course, you would not be responsible for any previous ongoings of the business and any profit coming from before your start date would be mine. But, from this day forth, you would be the owner and operator of this company and you would also get to keep everything in the bag.”
Steven looked from the bag to Whist and from Whist to the bag. His heart pounded and thoughts of his parents, home, and every mundane aspect of his life chaotically fought each other in his head.
“I’ll do it,” he blurted out quite softly. “I can sell whatever needs to be sold for that kind of money. I can...I can do it.” He pictured what he might be selling and didn’t even think to ask. He had already thought the worst. Drugs, weapons, women. It didn’t even seem so impossible to sell his very soul in that moment.
Whist’s smile returned. “Outstanding.” He stood and grabbed various papers from the bag and had Steven sign them. Then he pulled a small chest from underneath the desk and opened it. Inside there was a single large vial of silver glimmering liquid. It gave off a dull light as Whist pulled it from the chest and held it out to Steven.
“I must warn you, my job as the Salesman is not just a job, Steven. It is a role that has existed for millennia. Its sole purpose is to provide humanity a certain balance.” Steven took the vial in a trance. The words of Whist no longer coming from the individual behind the desk, but from inside his own head. “Certain people in this world need to be given a chance beyond what is naturally offered. Certain people need to be sold items and ideas that alter one’s life. While others, need to be sifted down toward the bottom of humanity. Balance, Steven. As the Salesman, after you drink this liquid you will know what to do. It may not dawn on you right away. But, you will find yourself slowly filling the role with the utmost excellence.”
Steven slammed the drink in his trance-like state and immediately his throat howled in pain. He clutched his throat and threw his head back and grit his teeth while closing his eyes. The pain followed the silver liquid down into his body until his body throbbed and felt white-hot. The pain was so immense that he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
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Some time later, he found himself in a dark room. Saliva had dried across his face and he peeled himself from the floor and looked around with a dull mind. He blinked. He was still in the room that he drank the liquid. The bag of papers and money still on the desk in front of him. Whist was nowhere to be seen in the darkness. Had it...worked? Was all of this now his? Was he now...the Salesman? What did that even mean?
He gathered the bag up and quickly left the room and went back up the left hallway. His body felt strange and it made him nauseous but he pushed it aside. He had to get out of here and find his bearings.
“I’m glad to see you’re awake, boss.” A voice rang from behind him. He spun around only to see that the young lady that had greeted him and Whist was still standing exactly where she had been behind the receptionist's desk.
“Uh, hello,” Steven awkwardly said as he studied her. “Do you...do you work for...me?” He was so lost. He felt sick and confused and just wanted to high tail it out of there, but any information that could shed some light on what has happened would be tremendous.
“Yes, sir. I am under the direct control of the Salesman to assist him with anything that he may need.” She smiled a genuine smile.
Steven knew she was telling the truth. His instincts were oddly sharp and he was able to read them without error. He looked at the woman and as she smiled he couldn’t help but notice how unbelievably perfect her skin was. It looked so soft and smooth. Her smile was so bright and her white eyes were gorgeous under her blonde hair. He shot a glance down at her bust. She wore a white button-up shirt that was exceptionally made and it showed off her perfect curves. Steven hadn’t noticed how incredibly attractive the woman was until now.
“If you like, I can take off my clothes and dance for you,” she said so matter of factly. Her smile was still drawn across her petite face. Steven was, however, shocked.
“Uh, that’s...you don’t have to...why would you say that?” he muttered.
“My sole purpose is to assist you, silly,” she said as her slender hands were brought to her chest. Her flesh-colored nails danced as she unbuttoned her shirt with such a smooth gracefulness. Steven was in shock as the pair of large breasts were exposed under the fabricated light of the building. Her pink nipples began to harden almost immediately.
She reached down and pulled at a thin black skirt. Her hips sway from side to side as she revealed herself to Steven. She stood completely naked to him now and Steven realized she wore neither a bra or panties. Her perfect womanhood was on display for him and he realized they were alone. This entire place was now his according to the documents and he felt a sudden pride and ownership.
His cock began to quickly swell in his slacks and the receptionist’s white eyes were looking down at it. She bit her lip and seductively walked toward him.
“You don’t want me to dance, do you, Steven? You want me to take control now, hmm? You want me to tell you that everything you see now is yours and belongs to you. The building, the business, and even this body." She moved a hand down her neck and over her breast, squeezing it. Steven just stood there in awe. He managed to give a slight nod.
“That’s right. I am yours just as this building is yours. Just as the light fixtures in the ceiling are yours. Just like the carpet and the walls are yours. This body is yours. My figure is for you and these breasts are for you. These long legs,” she said as she threw a perfectly proportioned leg up and onto Steven. It wrapped around his left leg and pulled him closer to her. “Are yours.”
She leaned into him and pressed her breasts against him. He could feel her warmth and she smelled so heavenly. He grabbed the small of her back with his right hand and ran his left along the underside of her lifted leg. She felt incredible. He was starting to lose himself in her sexual presence.
“Yes, Steven. Touch me. Feel me. Grope me.” She put her arms around him and leaned into and hugged him tightly. “Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear.
He let out a soft breath of air as she released him. He felt empowered so much so that he grabbed at her round ass and chest. Her skin felt immaculate under his fingers. So soft and full. He pressed his lips against hers as he groped at her, pushing her backward as his eagerness and impatience outweighed his delicacy and skill.
They hit the desk that she had stood at a moment before and he lifted her up and placed her ass on the edge of the desk. His mouth found her breasts and he sucked on her pink nipples while his hands explored her further. Her thighs were so silky and full. He leaned back and before he could say or do anything she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt and pulled his slacks open from the button. She freed his now throbbing and engorged cock from his black underwear and smiled her genuine smile up at him.
“Your cock is just what I imagined it to be. It’s so big and perfect, Steven!” She gleamed with ecstasy and popped the head of his cock into her mouth. Steven couldn’t take his eyes off of her as the pleasure began to fall over him and draw him into a realm of ecstasy.
She bobbed on his cock back and forth and stroked at the base with one hand. She would reach up with her free hand and massage and gently pull at his balls. As spit spooled from her chin, she would gather it up and rub it into his tender taint and up his balls.
He could feel the back of her throat and swore he had never been this large and hard before, but it felt too good to question now. He watched as she vigorously sucked and pushed his cock into her mouth. He felt her throat open up and he passed the barrier of her esophagus and she pushed his length as far down her as she could. His balls now rested on her chin as her spit fell onto her large breasts. Her white eyes looked up at him and she stuck a finger against his ass and she rubbed it with the saliva that was on her fingers.
He threw his head back in pleasure and grabbed at the back of her head. He began to pull out of her mouth and then push himself all the way past her barrier again. He repeated the motion and began to do it quicker and quicker until he was full length fucking her throat. She reached down and began to play with herself, mixing her spit with her juices and grabbing at her large breasts. The sounds coming from her and the image of this woman...
“Fuuuck,” Steven said airily. He pumped her throat and grabbed her head with both hands now, increasing his speed. She still looked up at him and allowed him to go as deep as he could push and as fast as he wished without the slightest gag or resistance. Her torso was now covered in her drool and saliva and Steven pulled his cock from her mouth and lifted her up and vigorously kissed her. His tongue lapped at hers and then around the edges of her mouth. He twirled his tongue around and pushed her salvia into her mouth. She purred in response and Steven lowered himself to her chest and did the same.
He wanted her saliva. He felt overcome with lust so much that he lapped it all up and gathered it into his mouth and then he kissed her again. The spit began to pour from their eager mouths and down their body. Steven pushed her ass back onto the edge of the desk and lowered himself onto her. He felt the heat from her flesh as he ran his tongue from the bottom of her womanly lips up to her clitoris. Her own spit spilled from his mouth as he began to eat her out. She tasted so sweet and perfect that Steven lost himself down there. He became an animal. He sucked and licked and rubbed his entire face onto her. She squealed and moaned and grabbed at the back of his head as she writhed in pleasure.
She locked her knees behind his head and pressed him tighter to her. She shivered as he kept going and going. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she convulsed in orgasm. Steven lapped every ounce of her juices into his mouth and swallowed her. He arose a gleaming mess and she ran her fingers on the side of his temple and down his jaw. “Oh, Steven. Fuck me. Please, take me now!” She opened her legs and Steven was absolutely throbbing.
His cock twitched as he pressed against her lips. His mouth agape as every fiber of his being felt the sensation of her wrapping around him. She moaned as he felt breathless. He wouldn’t believe it was real if he was not lost in the pleasure, too deep to think any longer.
He pushed further inside of her until he was stretching her walls and had to pull back out. He worked himself in and out in a slow but manageable pace, back and forth. She reached up to her chest and pinched at one of her pink nipples. “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Steven. Yea, fuck me. Fuck me.”
He began to increase the speed until he was no longer working himself in her. He was now thrusting his entire length into her body and the sharp slaps of flesh meeting flesh sounded throughout International Radiant. Their moans intertwined in a symphony of lovers, high pitched and from their very cores.
He could feel the pressure build up and the sharp vibrant feeling of orgasm overcoming his loins. His lower torso began to twitch and her juices were flowing out of her and down the shaft of his large cock. He felt harder and larger than he ever had before. She was looking into his eyes and biting her lip.
“Give it to me. Cum down my throat, Steven. I want it. I want it. I want it,” she begged as his thrusts pushed her body in sharp rhythmic jolts. Her breasts bounced and he grabbed her hips and pumped. He couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure had run along his torso and up into his mind. His body tingled as his hips began to buck.
She quickly maneuvered her body around and dropped to her knees. A long and thick spurt of hot cum fell across her face just along the ridge of her nose. She took the next shot into her mouth as she furiously shoved his cock down her entire throat. He unloaded down her as she rubbed her hands on her chest and throat. He quivered and twitched his torso downward with each spurt of hot semen. “Ah. Ahhh. Ah!” he moaned.
She left him in her throat until he stopped twitching and then slowly, very slowly, let his cock gently slide back up and out of her throat. They both panted together as Steven’s mind slowly began to become his own again.
“That was perfect, Steven. Look what a mess we are now.” She smiled and looked to the wall at a body-length mirror that hung on the far side of the hallway to right. They were covered in juices. Salvia, sweat, and cum coated them both. Her eyes found his in the mirror and she was smiling proudly. He looked up and found his own eyes. They were not as they had been before. Now, where the green of his iris had been, was white. His pupil remained black but all of the color had gone. He now resembled her own eyes and the image of a grinning Whist flashed in his mind.
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