The Deal (Female strips naked to secure a sale)

This mildly erotic short story explores the lengths that a salesperson will go to to secure a deal. The narrative takes place at a car dealership.

Mildly erotic.

They had exchanged emails, and spoken briefly on the phone. Her name was Laura. She came across as quite cheeky, flirty and a bit of fun; even though the matter discussed was purely business. He was looking to buy a new car, and she was a car salesperson – not as unusual these days as it was in the past.

As he drove to the dealership, he pictured what she’d be like: long blonde hair, early-thirties, attractive. It was a very hot day; in his mind she’d be wearing a light summer dress.

He arrived at the showroom spot on the allotted appointment time, and told the young, blonde, pretty receptionist who his appointment was with. He didn’t have long to wait; Laura appeared and greeted him. He was wrong on most counts: she had dark, shoulder length hair, was mid-forties rather than early-thirties, but she was attractive.

She was dressed for summer in a white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to give a hint of cleavage, and a light, knee-length floral skirt, that was split so that it blew teasingly in the breeze that cooled the showroom.

“Call me Loz.” she said casually.

They shook hands and she led him to her workstation. They sat at opposite sides of her desk with a computer screen to one side. They exchanged pleasantries about the weather and such like. The main purpose of the visit was to get a valuation of his existing vehicle to determine the trade-in allowance against a newer one. They went through the details and then she asked for his car keys.

“I’ll need to take a good look at yours first.” she said with a smile, “Your car that is!” she joked teasingly.

He laughed and handed his keys over. He watched her as she left the showroom: he had to admit she had a pleasing body and great legs.

He waited a fair while before she returned. She gave him his keys back and asked a few more questions about his car. She turned to the pc on her desk and tapped a few keys. After another short wait she came up with a figure. It was about what he was expecting; he was hoping for a bit more.

“It’s about the right ballpark.” he said, “Would you mind writing it down?”

She put the figure down on the back of one of her business cards - which, he noted, said ‘Ms’ not ‘Mrs’ - and handed it to him. She apologised for not having the model he was particularly interested in, in stock.

“Thank you” he said, taking the card, “It’s not really fair you seeing mine and me not seeing yours. We never used to play it like that at school.” he joked.

“No? I’m sure I can find something to show you.” she chuckled, “Follow me.”

She stood up and led him out past the reception, stopping by the desk to collect a set of keys on the way.

“Lucy, I’m just popping out to the back lot to show a client something.” she said, “I shan’t be long. Take my calls for me please.”

As they crossed the vehicle display area, a slight breeze played with the split in her skirt. As she held the skirt closed, he hoped for the wind to pick up. They approached a car like the one he was interested in, but a higher spec, and more money. She pressed the button on the key fob and suggested he got in the driver’s side. He got in and made himself comfortable. She went around to the passenger side and climbed in beside him. He watched as she did so, and was pleased that the split in her skirt opened to expose a bit of her thigh. She quickly pulled it together, but was pretty sure he’d seen, though how much she didn't know. She flushed slightly. She sat beside him and went through the spec of the vehicle.

She’d left her door open and every so often the wind caught her skirt and it opened up again. Never enough to show more than a glimpse of leg, but enough to be distracting. She pushed it back together. If she knew he was watching, she didn’t let on.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, “About the car I mean.” she continued noting that he was looking at her exposed legs, rather than the vehicle. She pulled her skirt together.

“They’re very nice.” he replied, then corrected himself, “Sorry. I mean, it’s very nice.”

“I can’t persuade you to buy this one then?” she sighed, "I know it's a bit more expensive than you were looking for."

“It's very nice, and I’m sure you can be very persuasive, but it’s a bit more than I was budgeting for. It would need to be a good deal. And I’d need a bit more for mine.” he replied.

“What if I show you some more?” she said coyly.

“I thought this was the only one you’d got?” he questioned, puzzled.

“It is.” she said. She played with the gap in her skirt as she continued, “I wasn’t thinking of showing you another car, but I could show you a bit more. I’ve noticed you’ve been looking at my legs.”

She glanced around to make sure no one was close. She knew her colleagues were out, and there were no other clients expected. There was only herself and Lucy, and the receptionist rarely came out into the display area. She closed the car door, then separated the split in her skirt to reveal a bit more thigh than he’d seen so far. He looked at her exposed thigh and smiled.

“Oh! I think we may be able to come to a deal.” he said, taking in the view of her legs.

She drew apart her skirt slightly more.

“Closer?” she said, smiling, being careful not to expose more than her legs.

“You didn’t really offer me enough for mine, but I’m prepared to lower my expectations.” he said, admiring her bare legs.

“How far out was I?” she asked.

“About £500.” he said.

“As much as that?” she sounded disappointed; this was going to be a hard deal to secure.

“Perhaps I was being overly optimistic.” he said, “How about I lower my expectations?”

“By how much?” she asked, sounding slightly more hopeful.

“It seems you’re quite daring,” he said, “How about giving me a little strip show? I could lower my expectations by £100 for each item of clothing you take off.”

“No way!” she exclaimed.

“I’m sorry – it was a silly suggestion.” he apologised.

Obviously, he’d misread her. She was more reserved than he'd taken her for. He went to open the door.

“Wait.” she said, taking hold of his arm to dissuade him from getting out.

She really needed the deal – if only he’d come in the winter when she’d be wearing more clothes.

"I'm prepared to open my skirt up slightly more and show you a glimpse of my panties. Will that do? she suggested,

Buoyed by her offer, he thought he'd try again.

"I'd prefer a little strip show." he grinned.

“Okay. How about £200 for each item I remove?” she offered.

“Split the difference - £150?” he countered, more in hope than expectation.

She hesitated, took a deep breath, and said, “OK, I’ll do it!”

“You will?” he said, shocked that she’d agreed.

She then added, ‘But I do have some conditions.”

“Such as?” he questioned, still not really believing she’d agreed, and already wondering how far she was prepared to go.

“Firstly, you promise we’ll make a deal for £500 less.” she said.

“I promise.” he confirmed.

“And only looking, no touching. No telling anyone. And definitely no photos!” she added emphatically.

He nodded, “I promise I’ll only look. And it’ll be our secret.” he reassured her.

To emphasise this, he switched off his phone and placed it on the dashboard. He offered his slightly trembling hand; she took it and they shook.

“£150 per item it is then.” they said in unison.

When she’d got dressed this morning, she wasn’t expecting anyone to see her underwear. Never-the-less, she liked to feel sexy even at work, so had put on some fairly racy lingerie. She took a deep breath and her face flushed.

“I should have asked. It is £150 for each shoe?” she said, sounding concerned.

“Of course. Unless you want to count them as one?” he smiled, “But you can’t count watches or jewellery.”

“I don’t have a watch on. £150 each shoe is good.” she said, relief in her voice. “Okay. Here goes. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She kicked off her shoes in the foot well.

“That’s the easiest £300 you’ll ever make.” he smiled.

“I guess so.” she laughed.

As she’d taken off her shoes, the split in her skirt had parted again, but as before, it didn’t reveal more than a tantilising glimpse of her thighs.

“Nice feet.” he said, “It doesn’t really get you far though. You’re still £200 short.”

She had another look around. There was no one about. And she knew this part of the lot was not covered by CCTV. No excuse for not continuing. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up to reveal a lacy white bra. She untucked her blouse from her skirt.

“I really can’t believe I’m doing this!” she said, removing her arms from the sleeves and taking off her blouse completely.

“Nor can I.” he replied, smiling as he took in the splendour of her ample bosoms. ‘But I’m pleased you have. That’s £450. Just another £50 to find.”

“Damn!” she said, “I didn’t work that out very well did I?”

She was now faced with a dilemma: did she take off her bra and let him see her completely topless? Or did she take off her skirt? She knew she’d only got tiny panties on, but at least she was wearing some! He may have seen them anyway, the way that her skirt had opened. Or she could just cut her losses and stop now without securing the deal. She hesitated. If only she’d put hold-ups on.

“Problem?” he said, still admiring her bra-covered breasts.

She thought for a moment more. Having gone this far, it was silly stopping now, and she really needed to close the deal.

“No problem. I was just wondering what to take off next. How about you choose? After all, you are the customer.” she smiled.

“Thank you.” he looked at her some more. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you do have really fine breasts, and it would be great to see them.”

She took another deep breath and sighed, “Bra it is then.”

Resigned to the fact that this relative stranger would soon be seeing her topless, she slowly moved her hands up behind her back and leant forward slightly to make it easier to unfasten her bra.

“No wait.” he stopped her, “You’ve got great legs too, and you know that skirt has been teasing me all morning. Despite my best efforts I’ve seen no more than a flash of thigh.”

“I knew you’d been looking.” she giggled, red-faced. “I thought you may have seen more already.”

“To be honest, I’m more of a legs and bottom man. Given the choice I’d rather you took your skirt off – if that’s okay with you?” he questioned.

“Of course – the customer is always right.” she smiled.

She leaned back into her seat and with faltering fingers, she undid the tie at the side of her skirt. Now she just had to hope that the tiny panties she’d put on didn’t reveal too much. Although it was a wrap skirt, she couldn’t simply unwrap it whilst sitting down. She raised herself a little out of the car seat and wriggled the skirt down, in doing so slightly pulling her panties down too. She quickly pulled them up.

“That was close!” she laughed, nervously.

“Don’t worry – I didn’t see anything.” he reassured her.

She dropped her skirt into the footwell with her other clothes, and sat next to him in just her white bra and tiny white panties.

“Do we have a deal now?” she queried.

“We do. In fact, that’s £550 – you got more than you hoped.” he replied.

“So did you!” she said with a smile.

He had to agree as he looked at her in just her undies.

“Just now, would you have really taken your bra off?” he continued, inquisitively.

“I was going to but you said you’d prefer me to take my skirt off so you could see my legs.” she replied.

“And I’m pleased you did – you’ve got great legs. And very pretty panties.” He hesitated before continuing, “How about you take your bra off for another £150? After all, you were prepared to take it off anyway.” He said it half-jokingly, expecting an immediate rejection in the knowledge she’d secured the deal she was after.

She thought about the proposal. He was right, she had been prepared for him to see her topless.

“Okay, I’ll do it for another £150.” she said.

“You’re on!” he said, not really believing she was going to do it.

She furtively checked the surroundings again to make sure they were still alone. Then, as before, her hands moved up and she leant forward to make it easier to unfasten her bra. Once it was undone, she eased it off. She covered her bare breasts with her arms.

“Come on, don’t go all shy on me now.” he said, "Let's see them."

She took the hint, slowly lowering her arms and turning to face him so that he got an unobstructed view of her breasts. They were magnificent.

"Well?" she said, "Do you like them?" she gave a little shimmy so that they wobbled suggestively.

“Very nice.” he said, "In fact, I'd say they're stunning."

"Thank you." she responded, feeling more comfortable and relaxed than she had expected to.

His mouth felt dry as he tried to take in as much of Laura’s body as he could, not believing this attractive woman was sitting next to him virtually naked. He guessed she was enjoying it too the way her nipples had hardened. And as if to confirm it, it was Laura who made the next proposition.

“If my maths are right, that’s £700. If you make it a round £1,000, I’ll take my panties off too, and you get to see me completely naked.” she said, with a nervous chuckle.

As she said it, she regretted it straight away and blushed; she wasn't usually so forward. At the same time, the thought of being totally naked in close proximity to this appreciative stranger, thrilled her.

He looked down at her tiny panties, barely more than a white G-string.

“In fairness, they don’t leave much to the imagination anyway.” he smiled. “That’s a lot of money for not a lot of material.” he continued.

She looked down at her panties and had to agree – they really weren’t covering much, and in the bright sunshine she was shocked to observe they were rather see-though. She could discern the outline of her pussy; if she could see it, he probably could too.

He continued, “And you pulled them down earlier when you took your skirt off.”

She giggled uneasily, “That was a mistake, and anyway, you told me you didn’t see anything!”

He giggled too, “And I didn’t. Well not much.”

He’d seen enough to know she appeared shaved but dark down there, but that was all. He hadn't actually seen her pussy. She re-considered her position. If he had seen more, that would compromise her bargaining power. Still, she was committed to taking the lead now.

“I’ll take them right off, not just pull them down a bit. And I’ll ensure you get a good long look at everything, not just a quick peek.” she winked, more confidently.

“I must admit it’s tempting. But £300 is twice as much as all the other items.” he said.

Laura was now in a dilemma. At first, she had been nervous about their arrangement, and more than a little bit embarrassed. But now she was quite enjoying the thrill and exhilaration of being nearly naked. The thought of being entirely naked, and letting him see everything, including her most intimate parts, held no qualms, indeed it excited her. She didn’t want to put him off, but at the same time she didn’t want to come across as too eager. Then there was the matter of the money. She’d already made £700, perhaps asking for another £300 was pushing it a bit. She took a deep breath.

“Okay. I’ll take them off for £150, the same as all the other items.” she offered.

“And I get to see everything?” he stressed.

“Everything! I promise. Even my pussy.” she said emphatically, "I'll even open my legs so you get a clear view of it."

“Okay. Do it!” he said, excitedly.

They shook hands again; quite energetically so that her bare breasts wobbled. She raised herself slightly off the seat once more, gripped her tiny white panties and pulled them slowly down over her thighs, knees, ankles, and then off completely. She dropped them into the footwell alongside all her other clothes. Instinctively she placed her hands in her lap covering her modesty.

“Ahem!” he half-coughed, indicating with his eyes where her hands were.

“Oh! Sorry!” she smiled, "My bad."

She removed her hands from her lap and twisted towards him in the seat so that he could see her pussy better. As promised, with a bit of contortion, she opened her legs so that he got an even better view of it. From his expression, and the visible bulge in his trousers, she guessed he could see everything, and was enjoying the sight. As he’d already surmised, she was shaven and yet dark down there.

“Very nice.” he said, "It''s well worth the money."

“Glad you like it.” she said, matter-of-factly, in the same way she would to a client looking at a car. “You’re the first customer that’s ever seen it.” she continued jokingly.

He picked up on her thread. “I bet you’ve had lots of interest though?”

“It is a steal at the price!” she laughed, "And very low mileage for the year."

"I can see it's been well maintained." he grinned.

"One careful lady owner." she chuckled, "Regularly serviced!"

"It's outstanding at the front." he smiled, "Can I take a look from behind?”

“Of course.” she said, and swivelled around in the seat so he could see her bare bottom.

It was so close to him it was very tempting to slap it or squeeze it. But he resisted the temptation to touch it.

“I know this is pushing my luck a bit, but would you mind standing up outside of the car so that I can get a full view?” he asked, "I know you've got great legs."

She looked around furtively to ensure they were still alone. The car lot wasn’t overlooked by any other buildings. She should be safe from prying eyes. She opened the car door and tentatively stepped out. She couldn’t believe how exhilarating it felt to be standing completely naked in the car lot at her work. The breeze against her bare body was so sensual.

“Give us a twirl then.” he said, gazing at her naked body, "I'd like to see your bottom, if you don't mind?"

"Of course." she smiled, "No problem."

She slowly turned round with her hands by her side, so he got to see everything. She couldn't believe how much of a buzz it was giving her; she felt envigorated. She turned back to face him and, suitably emboldened, she stood with her legs slightly apart to ensure her pussy was clearly on display.

“Well?” she said. “You’ve definitely seen everything now!”

“I sure have! Much more than I was expecting.” he said, staring in wonder at the splendid view, “Thank you. You look great by-the-way.”

“Thank you.” she said, pleased with the compliment. “Can I put my clothes back on now?” she asked, sounding somewhat reluctant at the prospect.

“I guess so.” he replied, resignedly, "I bet it's not everyday here that a sales person strips naked to secure a sale!"

"I've definitely never done it before." she laughed, "I doubt if anyone else has. Certainly not my male colleagues."

She climbed back into the vehicle, and he watched as she slipped back into her panties. It wasn’t long before she was fully dressed again, and they were walking back to the showroom. He noticed she was more carefree now with her skirt blowing in the wind. He even saw her panties again when a particularly strong gust caught hold of her skirt. She just casually laughed it off. I guess she was less coy now that he’d seen everything anyway.

Back inside the showroom, Laura handed the keys back to the receptionist, Lucy.

“Did you see anything you liked?” the receptionist asked innocently.

“I did, actually.” he said with a grin, “Something I liked a lot. In fact we've done a deal.”

“That’s great.” Lucy said, “I thought Loz would find you something.”

“Oh. She did indeed.” he replied, "She showed me a gorgeous one in white. It was exceptional."

Laura shot him a knowing look and grinned. Missing the playful interaction between the two of them, Lucy continued:

"I hope to join the sales team one day. Loz has promised to show me the ropes. I expect I'll learn a lot from her."

"I'm sure you will." he smiled, "If you follow her example you won't go far wrong."

Laura gave him a knowing look, smiled, and then led him back to her desk. They completed the formalities regarding the car at the agreed price, and Laura passed him the paperwork to sign.

As he went to sign it he said, “Any chance of one final peek?”

“I guess one more won’t hurt.” she laughed.

She glanced over to where Lucy was seated to make sure she wasn’t watching. When she was satisfied that Lucy was distracted, she continued:

“Okay. Drop your pen and look for it under the desk.” she instructed.

He 'accidentally' dropped the pen then bent down and looked under the desk as advised. He noticed she’d opened her skirt up to expose her tiny white knickers. As he watched she pulled her panties to one side to give him another exciting glimpse of her delightful pussy. He sat up again, with a big smile on his face.

"You found it then?" she smiled, "The pen I mean."

“Yes. Thank you.” he said, “You’ve got a deal.”

THE END

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