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Rachel walked down the street carrying a briefcase. Her new job consisted in promoting a new line of beauty products, mostly a new facial lotion that will -supposedly- remove the last decade from women's faces. Rachel didn't now if that was really true, and she didn't care either. If the sales increased, her salary would increase too. That was all she cared about. Morals? Well... It may not look very ethic to sell a possible scam to people, but she sure wasn't the only person doing it. One had only to look around to see all the crap and the snake oil that people were buying these days; weight-loss pills, shitty self-help books... things like those. So what if she was doing the same? You have to adapt yourself. Following the most ethic path wouldn't lead her to succees.
The company's uniform was comfortable and looked quite good on her; a dark blue pencil skirt, blue blouse and matching heels. The skirt was pretty tight, and she could almost feel the glances that guys threw at her curves as she passed by. Especially after she passed by. Since Rachel had always craved attention, this was another nice bonus this new job provided to her ego. She had always liked dressing nice, and this job provided her the chance to look gorgeous wherever she went. She loved the skirt; that morning she had zipped it up while looking at her own ass on the mirror, admiring the clean curve that her buttocks shaped in the seat of the skirt. Along with her wide hips, her thin waist and her large, firm breasts, she took severals hours of male attention per day for granted.
She spent all day long knocking on every door that she could find, and then she would ask permission to come in. If that was the case, she would talk all the women about the pros of that new lotion. The cons, however, were never mentioned and, if the potential consumer asked about them, she'd use all her charisma to lead the conversation back to the pros. It didn't really matter, though; a lot of those women were in their middle-life crisis and they would have done anything to retrieve part of their past tightness and beauty -if they ever had it; those who had always been ugly didn't fall for those things as easily, either feeling that their case was hopeless or just not giving a shit about looking good anymore.
And of course, Rachel would offer them a free sample that most women gladly accepted.
"Yes, it's completely safe and..."
"...that this is the lotion that celebrities use nowadays, and..."
"...its unique formula prevents your skin from premature aging..."
"Of course! Here you have a free sample."
Just like that. At the end of the day, she had managed to convince a good bunch of middle-aged women that stated that they'd be buying the new lotion. This wasn't really different to what she had done in the waiting room the other day; spotting people's weaknesses, discretely magnifying them and then, when those poor souls felt like a hopeless case, Rachel would offer them a solution. Maybe it wasn't a good one, with very low possibilites of working, but she made sure of looking like a very charitative soul whose satisfaction lies within the smiles of all her fellow humans. Retrospectively, Rachel thought, it was the same estrategy that she employed with unattractive men who had a crush on her strong enough to try to win Rachel over with all kind of nice favors. Only men with a spine, who didn't take crap from her, got to see the real personality of Rachel; the spoiled, fully-developed entitled brat who thought of herself like a godess, demanding everybody to kiss her gracious ass. These men -who were, ironically, the ones that Rachel felt attracted to -rarely wanted to do anything with her, as they were turned off by Rachel's huge ego.
But now that wasn't really a problem. As soon as her employer got to know the number of sales that Rachel had made that day, his look of approval and his encouraging words to 'keep selling them!' made her forget those trivialities. Moreover, she had only needed a day to realize how working in sales can shape the way you seduce people for the better. At the end of the day, Rachel had guessed very accurately which women were more down to listen to what she had to say. She couldn't wait for another day at work. For the first time of her life, the idea of waking up at 6AM to go to work wasn't unpleasant.
Day after day, Rachel hit the streets and sold plenty of those products mostly to bored housewives. It didn't took to long for her boss to be pleased with her contribution to the company. The company was doing good before Rachel's arrival, but making even more money wouldn't do any bad to it. And soon Rachel had become an inspiration for other saleswomen; they would try to chat her up and ask her for advice. Of course, Rachel loved the reputation that she was getting. But, when it came to the advice, she would give them fake advice and, when those poor fools complained that her that it wasn't working, Rachel would tell them over and over that it was because they lacked enough confidence to pull it. Despite this, the girls were motivated to try again, so they had become more productive; another bonus, in her boss eyes.
There was only one girl that didn't bought Rachel's bullshit; her name was Kelly, and she was a rather plain-looking brown haired girl who, every time that Rachel commented how she managed to pull a difficult sale, she would listen with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of disgust in her face.
"You think that it's okay to deceive and mislead people" said Kelly to Rachel one day, in the office. "But I'll tell you what; Karma is real, and you can only pull so many strings. If you keep messing with peple, you may become the target of their fury. Be very careful, Rachel."
Rachel brushed it off. "Oh, c'mon! I think you're exaggerating all this, Kelly. It's not like I'm evicting those women. I just sell them exactly what they're asking for. It's that a bad thing?"
"Whatever, Rachel" replied Kelly, sighting. "You setting things up for yourself.
"Yeah, whatever" Rachel replied back. "All I hear from you has a subtle envious tone. Well, I have to go. I have other women to deceive and mislead, as you would say."
She almost had reached the door when suddenly her boss approached her.
"Wait a second, Rachel" he said. Then, after a brief pause, he smiled. "Before you go, tell me... what is your secret? How do you make it?" Rachel smiled.
"Oh, it's very easy, actually" she said. "The customer is always right. Give them what they demand" Then she turned around and left.
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Three weeks later things had gotten even better for Rachel. She had been told that if she kept getting sales at such an impressive pace her salary would raise. That had made her month already. Her parents had warmed towards her, who believed that she finally was 'getting her life straight', as they said themselves. Of course, little they knew about Rachel cunning tactics at work, otherwise they would have been embarrassed of her.
In the end she had won in several ways, she thought, while taking a walk in a Saturday's afternoon. The weather was good; sunny but not hot. Breezy, but not windy. Calm, but not quiet. Walking down the street in order to do some shopping, dressed in her dark green turtle neck sweater, a dark red slit skirt that reached down to her knees and a pair of very fashionable black high boots, she felt the attention everybody paid to her; it was like an old friend of Rachel. Guys looked at her breasts first, very noticeable thanks to the tightness of her sweater. Then (most of the time, when they noticed that Rachel had spotted their gaze) they looked up to her pretty face and at her big and expressive green eyes. At this point, the bravests guys dared to smile at her while maintaining eye contact. Whe Rachel walked away and left the guys behind, then they would stare firmly at the movement of those big buttocks under that tight dark red skirt. Girls, on the other hand, would stare at her for another reason, a very different one; just pure and simple envy. Rachel loved this kind of attention almost as much as she loved the male attention. Wherever she went she always encountered plenty of girls that would snicker and whisper something to their friend's hear, to which they looked at Rachel with scorn. So much better, she used to think. In her mind, they acted like that because they were losers unable to be as popular and successful as she was.
Rachel was so wrapped in her thoughts of self-grandiosity that she didn't really notice the female voice yelling behind her; "That's her! She's the scammer!" She heard that sentence, but she didn't think the woman was referring to her. But less than ten seconds later, a hand grabbed Rachel's right shoulder and forced her to turn around. Rachel found herself face to face with a forty-something years old woman, with her face covered by plenty bandaids. Then, Rachel recognized her; it was one of her customers. She looked angry.
"Did you think that you were getting away with what you've done! No way!" she snarled at Rachel, who grabbed that woman's hand and violently removed it from her shoulder. "Your lotion got so hard when it dried that I peeled my skin off when I tried to remove it!"
"Don't touch me!" she snarled back. "Who do you think you are?
Then Rachel noticed two more women coming at her, at quite fast pace. Why couldn't those dumbfucks leave her alone? They were so annoying... They are too mad at her.
"You're shameless" said one of the new women, a tall skinny ugly woman. "How could you sell this crap to me? My face was itching for three days!"
Those women's screams were attracting the bystanders attention. But Rachel didn't want this kind of attention, which annoyed her even more.
"Okay, listen to me; I don't know what kind of problem you have, but I won't take any shit from any of you" she said. And then, displaying her immature attidute towards others; "If you're jealous because you don't look good anymore, that's not my problem. And now... get out of my way!"
Rachel shoved the woman that she had right in front of her, so she could get out of there. But as soon as she did, the woman grabbed Rachel's arm and forced her to stay there. Rachel wasn't annoyed anymore; now she was furious.
"What the fuck are you doing? Don't touch me! I told you that already!" she said, while setting herself free from the woman's grip. The woman grabbed Rachel's arm one more time.
"You aren't going anywhere" she muttered, furiously. Rachel could see in her eyes that she was dead serious, but there was no way in which she would allow that b*tch to intimidate her. Meanwhile, the other two women had closed the distance a bit. They too had a look of anger in their eyes. At this point, Rachel realized that she needed to employ a different estrategy. It wasn't that she were scared -no way she was! Nope. But they were three and she was just one. Brute force would work now in her favor.
"Look, it's not my fault" said Rachel in a more calm tone, after breathing deeply. The women were still tense, but Rachel kept talking. "These are high-quality products, but you have to respect their usage indications. If you apply too much of those sustances they can cause skin damage..."
Rachel kept talking to the women, who were now arm crossed. It was true that they could harm the skin is overused, but Rachel made sure of not to mention this when she sold them the lotion. As far as she was concerned, the lotion was pretty safe. but it was true too that she hadn't used it herself; she preferred other brands. "I'll give you a free advice; wait a little and be more moderation with the lotion. Yes, it does really takes years off of your face. But only if used properly."
The three women seemed to hesitate a little about their intentions towards Rachel, who had to make a huge effort to refrain from smiling in triumph; it seemed that once again she was going to get away with what she had done. But it wasn't safe to leave yet; she had to convince them a little more.
"Let's do this; next Monday I will pass by your homes again. I could teach all you how to use those lotions. And I can give you a free sample of other products; the latest products, in fact. You'll be the first women to have them in the town..."
"You liar!" some angry voice yelled behind Rachel. She turned around and saw a woman in her 50's coming at her. She too was angry and her face appeared to suffer some kind of alergic reaction. Behind her, a young woman was approaching Rachel too. Looking at their faces, Rachel thought that they could be mother and daughter. They stopped near her, closing any possible way of escape for Rachel. She started to think that the situation was starting to be serious...
"My mother wants you to explain what happened to her face" said the young woman, confirming what Rachel had been thinking seconds earlier. Suddenly, the mother shoved Rachel and, since she was a big woman, Rachel amost fell to the ground.
"Why did you do that?" she protested, but there was a crystal clear pitch of fear in her voice. Big, big mistake; now the women that surrounded her felt more confident in what they wanted to do. Rachel didn't know exactly what their intentions were, and this made her feel anxious. Being cornered by five angry persons was no joke.
"What do you have to say to all this now?" asked the fat woman that shoved her, while jabbing Rachel's tummy with her index finger. Hard. Rachel tried to push the woman's hand away, but she didn't do it with confidence. The woman, however, didn't pull her hand by any means.
"Ouch! Stop doing that, it's painful!" Rachel complained again, this time resembling a little girl that protests to a deserved punishment for not doing her homework. She placed her hand on her belly, a protective move. The woman stopped jabbing her tummy, but kept jabbing Rachel with her furious eyes, which was as bad. Despite she hated it with all her soul, Rachel has started to feel fear. Her tummy felt bad, but it was not only because of theat woman's jabbing finger; it was that primitive adrenaline-fueled abdominal sensation that humans felt when facing danger. And, whether she liked it or not, she was in danger now; they had cornered Rachel agaiunst the wall and she had no way to escape.
"Well, obviously this brat needs some punishment" said the fat mother, so loud that attracted the attention of several other bystanders. Rachel noticed that there was like ten or mayben fifteen people around watching the show. This was no good and soon she could only think in being out of that distressful situation. She wanted somebody to come at her rescue, like always had happened. But there wasn't anybody there for her. In fact, the bystanders appeared to know what Rachel had done to those women, and they didn't look sympathetic at all towards her. It was an horrible situation. She started to shake.
"Oh, look at this!" said the first woman, chuckling. "She's scared! Oh, poor little thing!"
"She should be" said the daughter. "I hate liars and scammers. I fucking hate them!" she looked at Rachel's eyes. "We're going to make you wish you'd never left your house". And finally, looking at the other four women. "It's time, girls! Grab her!"
"Noooo!!!" Rachel screamed, then she charged towards the daughter and shoved her, making the young woman trip on her feet and fall to the ground. It was her only chance to escape and she took it. Rachel ran away, as fast as she could with those boots, which fortunately for her, didn't have high heels.
"That b*tch!" roared the daughter, while the other women helped her to get back to her feet. "Get her!"
Meanwhile, Rachel ran like never in her life she had done. She hadn't been so scared ever in her life either; she didn't what those women were up to, but obviously, it wasn't going to be pleasant for her. She turned her head back and saw that the five women were already chasing her, the daughter being the leader of that peculiar pack. She looked angrier than ever now and this made Rachel question herself if she had taken the right desicion. Soon she rejected those thoughts because the women were closing the distance to her. Rachel didn't know where she was running to, except away from her tormentors. She was breathing heavy due to the fact that she was in bad shape -Rachel wasn't a big fan of sports- and the fact that she was scared shitless. Rachel reached the end of the sidewalk and she realized that she couldn't keep running unless she wanted to get hit by a passing car. She stood in there, frozen. Rachel turned around and saw the women coming at her, hell-bent to punish her, although she didn't have any clue of what that punishment would be.
"Don't let her to get away!" screamed the mother.
"No, no, no..." muttered Rachel, watching powerless how her chasers were coming at her and she could not cross the street. But... finally, a empty space between two cars! Rachel didn't think twice and crossed the road, running. But, unfortunately for her, the five women managed to take advantage of that moment too and crossed the street. Now, it was the same situation, different sidewalk.
"Why can't all you leave me alone?" cried Rachel, desperately, while running. There was no answer.
Then, Rachel turned to her right and entered into a narrow alley. Desperated by her fear of getting caught she didn't see it at first. Almost until she bumped into it; a wall. It was a dead-end alley. Rachel was now trapped...
End of Part 2.