This is the first part of a story that I started writing a long time ago with the help of another user; lo0lo0. Since the stroy itself is pretty long and it's not finished yet, I'm gonna post in in several post along several days. This way, I may have more time to make a closure for the story.
Those of you who have read my previous stories know my liking already. For those who haven't, I must tell you that if you're hoping a quick-paced, fully stripping story my work may dissapoint you. In anu case, I hope that you can enjoy it! 
Rachel The Saleswoman (2000)
"So... do you understand all the conditions?" the man asked her. Rachel nodded and the man did the same.
"Okay, then. Please, sign on here" he said, hitting the bottom of the document with his finger. Rachel put her signature on there, then she stood up and she and her new employer shaked hands over the desk. At 22 years old, Rachel was a total hottie; a brunette with long hair and a voluptuous hourglass figure. Besides her pretty face, Mother Nature had blessed her with big breast and a big ass, and it'd be a lie to say that all those atributes didn't have anything to do with her getting the job interview.
Only half hour before she was sitting in one of the chairs of the office hall, along with several other applicants. All them women, and all them very pretty, which was a pre requisite for the job. All Rachel saw in them was a force to reckon, and she wanted the job.
Since she was a little girl all she heard was 'Yes', first from her parents. Rachel had a big tendency to have big tantrums everytime things didn't go as she pleased. Her parents indulged to those tantrums, which warranted Rachel's spoiled behavior. Some would argue that this wasn't Rachel fault; her father worked for a very important industrial company and made a lot of money. Meanwhile, her mother came from a wealthy family, which paid her way through college. Despite feeling quite snobbish, both parents spoiled their child by buying whatever she wanted. They meant no harm with it, but obviously it wasn't the best way to raise a responsible child.
This sense of entitlement lasted into her adult life, and it got even deeper as soon as her body started to develop her femenine assets. Boys that thought that she was onboxious during middle school then behaved more subserviently to her. Rachel capitalized on this and was amazed how easy was to get free meals, theatre tickets and gifts from guys. More often than not, those fools got nothing in return from her. They were her servants, so devoted to her that they'd jump into the highway traffic if she asked them to do so. Concerns about their emotions never passed by Rachel's mind. She knew that they were after her looks, wanting to taste her voluptuous curves, and she learned to play that card very well.
Now it was time to get rid of those girls. Rachel looked at the one sitting immediately at her right. It was a tall, blonde woman with some Scandinavian looks. Her body was thick, but athletic, like a pro tennis player. But there was a possible major flaw; she had a fat ass. Not bad looking really, but Rachel guessed that it could be a source of insecurity for her.
"Nervous?" she asked to the blonde. She smiled back, shyly.
"Oh, yes" she said, talking quite fast. "I just dropped from my first year at college, and this is my first job interview."
Rachel had moved out from her parents house last year and had a job by then, but now she was unemployed, hence the job application. She pretended to be very experienced, which, of course, was a facade; her parents would support her financially if she ever needed it, but only if she put the effort to make a living by herself. This had enraged Rachel at first, but in the end she had resolved to deal with it.
"Oh, just relax, everything is going to be fine" she said. "The most important thing is that you're confident. If they see that you have confidence in yourself, then they'll see a good salesperson."
"Really?" said the blonde. There was a tone of hope in her voice. Rachel feels this was a good moment to drop a bomb.
"Of course. Just..." she thought of her next words. "Just try to display your best pose while walking into that office. They want girls that are fit because that benefits their image."
The blonde started to look worried. Touchè. Rachel kept going on with her ruthless attack to that poor girl's self-esteem.
"Don't worry. I see you and I think you can pass that confidently. As long as your butt isn't fat, you should not have any problem with it. A fat butt is a clear symptom of a woman not taking care of herself and, if she doesn't take care of herself, how can she expect to convince other women to do it?"
"Oh, yeah, I understand" muttered the blonde. Rachel started to feel how her words were hindering her confidence, which was the desired effect. Only some minutes before that young woman was nervous, but excited and optimistic about her first job. Now she thought that maybe being a saleswoman wasn't a really good idea. Rachel knew that in the moment she would walk through the office door it was game over for her. There was no way that insecure wreck would get the job. Then, the door opened and a man dressed in a suit stood there, looking at the applicants.
"Alison Rhodes?" he asked, to which the blonde lifted her hand. "Oh, you're Alison. Please, come in."
Alison crossed the door and Rachel noticed that she was covering her big ass with her briefcase, trying to make it go unnoticed. She smiled, feeling satisfyed. But there still were other women in the room. She spotted her next target; a lovely-looking black girl. Her flaw: a little too big nose. Rachel started a conversation with her...
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"So... Rachel Luxenberg?" asked the interviewer, to which Rachel noded with her head.
"That is. Rachel Luxenberg is the name" confirmed Rachel. The man too nodded with his head. He was a middle aged skinny man who seemed to suffer an onset of alopecia. He looked serious and kind of depressed, but Rachel wasn't too sure about this yet. She would have to test the waters a little before jumping into them. But, given her experiences with men, she had learned to trust her gut; her intuition rarely failed on this kind of matters. The man looked at her resume.
"Well, let's see... Apparently you attended to law school four years ago, in '96, but you dropped from it the next year..." he adjusted his glasses with the middle finger of his right hand. Then, he kept reading. "Then you worked as a secretary for an insurance company up to the last month. Well, not a really impressive resume, but I'll give you a chance."
Uh, oh, Rachel thought. This guy didn't seem to be impressed by her looks; he may not have been as insecure as he looked. She would have to resort to her physical assets. But everything at their given time...
"As you can see, the company I worked for is well respected among the top corporations" she said. She preferred to solve the problem via purely academic route, but she didn't count with it entirely. The man lifted his gaze and met Rachel's. He didn't look impressed at all.
"Yes, I can see that. But you're not the first woman that I've interviewed today who had experience working for important companies" he explained to Rachel, and the latter started to feel a little anxious. "You've got to bring something else to the table if you want the job. Now, tell me... Why did you drop from law school?"
"Oh, because while I attended there, although my grades were decent and I really liked learning, I didn't feel they were preparing me to deal with real life problems" said Rachel, answering almost inmediately. "I realized that I needed to get some experience first, so I dropped from the law school and got a job; at the insurance company. I really think that working there has taught me some things that I couldn't have learned at college" This was, in fact, a bullshit excuse; the truth was that the only thing Rachel had succeeded at during college was to get invited at many parties. Since she didn't study at all she didn't pass the tests. Even more than that, Rachel didn't even show up for several of them, which eventually got herself expelled from college. Her parents told her then that she would have to get a job because they weren't going to indulge to the whims of any pampered young woman. Rachel told them that she would get a job, but she was moving out, to which her parents said that they were fine with her decision. Not too long after that, Rachel got the job at the insurance company and moved out. She had to put long hours in the office and her boss was a total jerk, but she needed the job to pay the rent. There was no way she would go back to her parent's home.
Back to the present interview, the man has listened to Rachel's bullshit excuse and looked at Rachel with a dead-serious expression that Rachel didn't know how to interpret. Was he meditating about it? Or was he wondering how did Rachel look without those clothes? Was he thinking something else? Finally the man sighted.
"Well... tell me" he said. "What about sales attracts you?"
By now Rachel had solved to play her biggest card; her physique. Putting a little effort to make the move look casual, she unbouttoned a boutton of her white blouse. A risky move, but she knew that it was probably the only way she may get the job.
"Sorry, this office is so hot" she said, waving some air to her face with her papers. "Well, I believe that one of my biggest strengths is my interpersonal communication skills, as I've always liked to talk to people and help them to resolve their problems. That's why I think that I can excel at this job. Moreover, I have a vast knockledge of the sector, being an avid customer of this kind of products myself."
Being said that, Rachel crossed her right leg over her left thigh, which made the hem of her gray office skirt to slide up a little, exposing the lacy top of her black stocking. Almost automatically, the man's gaze looked down to Rachel's exposed fleshy thigh and she felt a short but intense rush of triumph. It seemed that she was finally bringing that -apparently- uptight guy's defenses down. He would have had to be either gay or asexual to not feel drawn to look at Rachel's sexy thighs. He looked still serious, but it seemed that he couldn't take his eyes out of the lace-clad thigh. After several seconds, he managed to look at Rachel's eyes again.
"Well" he said one more time. "That's a very valuable trait for this job. We're looking for women who can converse about cosmetic topics with ease" He leaned over the table, towards Rachel. Still maintaining an aura of self-control, but she new that it was just a facade. Deep down something was starting to boil inside him. Rachel looked at the man's eyes with her most seductive stare and then she talked again.
"I can be pretty... convincing..." she said, speaking in low voice, slowly. "Hire me and you'll be hiring a very efficient worker. I' mean... really... efficient."
Now, the man's ching seemed to struggle between keeping the mouth shut otr hanging loose. It appeared that it succeeded at keeping the mouth shut, but Rachel could notice the very evident desire expressed in his facial expression. He had blood running through his veins, after all. But she wasn't done with him yet; Rachel wanted to make an even more lasting impression of her, so here it went the act numer two:
"Of course, I'll work hard" she said, while grabbing a pen from the table. A little pause in which Rachel stared at the man's eyes while biting the tip of the pen's cap. "Really hard" she added, with an ample movement of her right arm, whose hand was holding the pen. The item flew to the other side of the room, as Rachel had deliverately loosened the grip on it.
"Oh, excuse me. I'm sooo clumsy!" she said, with an slightly girly tone. "I'll pick it up."
Being said that, Rachel stood up and walked where the pen supposedly was. She kneeled in front of a filing cabinet and then bent over, making her huge ass to point up in the air. Now the man was speechless, seeing those big rounded buttocks covered by Rachel's gray skirt. That added to the vision of Rachel's stocking-clad legs had created an alluring combo that was too hard to resist. Meanwhile, Rachel was pretending to look for the pen -which was in her hand already.
"Oh, here it is, under the filing cabinet... let's see if I can grab it!" she said, feigning a strained voice and wiggling her big ass. This was too much for him already. He knew that he needed to have a very reliant and intelligent woman for the job, and that had to be based especially in her skills and accomplishments. Rachel didn't seem to have any of those. But... but... that butt! That's the reason! That's what one part of himself was thinking. There was a grueling conflict inside the man. He was still battling his own impulses -or maybe battling his rational mind!- when Rachel finally got back to her seat. Then, the man just smiled and handed her the contract.
"So... do you understand all the conditions?"
End of part 1.