This story is based off of real events, only some of the details are changed. Its a long build up but it gets interesting at “I tripped when I got to his front door”
To give you some backstory, I am a 25 year old sales rep working my first job out of college. I relocated to Dallas, TX with my boyfriend of 5 years.
Being a sales rep, much of my business is conducted “out of office,” so lots of happy hours and drinking involved. Being new to this role, I was partnered with a colleague who is literally the king of ‘out of office.’ Every night he’s with a different client conducting business over drink.Since I was paired to shadow him and take over part of his territory, he decided to introduce me to his best relationship. We’ll call him Kyle.
On the way to the happy hour, my partner gave me all the information he thought would be important. “So Kyle is a VP, and he never buys from us. I’ve been taking him golfing and buying him drinks every month for the last two years and he still won’t work with me. All that aside, he’s a super cool guy. He loves to drink, big into music and concerts, and he’s single so he’s always down for a good time.” “What does that mean?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “I just mean that he’s open to hanging out and is usually down to party, that’s all. But don’t be surprised if he flirts. Just keep it professional.”
As we walked into the brewery, I immediately identified him across the room. Not only was it obvious because he was the only one there alone, but something about just caught my eye. He was average height, maybe 5’8, clearly in shape but not overly muscular, brown hair with a few flecks of gray. “Hey, nice to meet you. Kyle.” He put his hand out and I shook it and had to suppress a giggle. I don’t know why, he just had this air about him that made me feel like we were instantly connected. I let my colleague and Kyle order my beers for me since I wasn’t a big craft beer gal, and they made jokes of course and kept ordering more and more until I noticed that the room had started to spin. I looked down at the menu and realized that not one of the 5 beers they had ordered me had less than 7% alcohol in them, and since I’m not a huge drinker and was on an empty stomach, I realized I was tipsy. Very very tipsy.
“Well guys, I need to get home. I’ve got dinner with my fiancé’s parents at 7. Samantha will close your out Kyle!” And with a wink I was now alone at a brewery with Kyle.
The line of questioning almost instantly turned from business to personal “so tell me about you and your boyfriend’s relationship. Have either of you ever cheated?” “Oh my gosh wow you just get right down to the meat of it don’t you? No. Neither of us have ever cheated.” “Do you think he would ever cheat on you?” “No, I think if anyone were to cheat it would be me.” Oh my god, why did I say that. ??♀️ I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I blushed and gulped down my beer. My first time meeting with a VP, and instead of coming across as a professional business woman, I blurt that out.
“So tell me, Samantha, what kind of wine do you drink.” “I really like red wine, preferably Pinot Noir.” He raises his eyebrows and smiles. I guess I got that question right. He than softly chuckles and asks for the check. “What is so funny!?” “I’m just laughing because I just bought a ridiculous amount of red wine before I came here and I don’t know how I’m going to drink it all.” As I am signing the check, I see that he is looking at me mischievously. “Wow, sounds like a good problem to have Kyle.” As we get up to leave, he turns to me and said “so I’m not ready to end the night just yet. Would it be weird to ask if you wanted to come over? I only live across the way, you can follow me.” And points at his car parked right next to mine. I’ll be honest, I definitely panicked a bit. I was hoping to walk him out, get in my car, then call my boyfriend to pick me up because I was far too drunk to drive. But, being new to the job and not wanting to piss off a client, I immediately said “no that’s no weird. Sure I’ll swing by.”
I tripped as I walked through his front door, but Kyle quickly caught me around my waist and walked me through his incredibly nice house, giving me the grand tour. The house was clearly a bachelor pad, but with so much potential. The living room had a large stone fireplace with large windows on either side looking out over the back yard. He walked me to the couch and playfully pushed me down and said “wait here!” Then returned with two glasses of wine. He sat down across from me, and we looked at each other in the eye for quite a bit. At this point I still thought, ‘okay, I’m hanging out in a clients house drinking wine. Not unheard of, but I’ve certainly never been in this situation. I’m not doing anything wrong, we’re just hanging out.’
As the night went on and the wine kept flowing, I found myself sinking lower and lower into his couch and he getting closer to me every time he got up to fill my wine glass. I wore a fun, flowy dress for tonight, and as I got comfortable and pulled my legs up to tuck my feet under me, I watched him look directly up my dress to my thong. He bit his lip and stared, knowing I was watching him. I pulled my dress back down, but it barely covered my ass in this position.
He looked up at me and leaned in and kissed me. In my haze I just sat there wide-eyed, he looked into my eyes then kissed me again, this time more passionately, putting his hand around the back of my neck. Before I knew it we were making out, his tongue down my throat and his hand on my breast. He pulled the top of my dress down past my bra and pulled each breast out, and gingerly sucked on each nipple. I ran my hands through his hair and held him there, hoping he would never stop. I thought about my boyfriend at home and quickly pushed that thought out, telling myself ‘this is work. This is business.’ All I wanted to think about was what was happening right now. I pulled his hand from my breast and placed it on my neck. “Choke me” was all I could say. He choked me and pulled my open mouth to him and started kissing me again. I don’t know if it was the fact that it was wrong what I was doing, cheating on my boyfriend, or if it was the fact that I was completely wasted, but I felt like I was in pure ecstasy.
He started to run his other hand up my thigh, and that’s when I stopped him. I realized that if I let this go any further, not only would I be cheating on my boyfriend, I’d also be fucking a client. “I think we need to stop here. I’ve had a lot of fun, but I gotta go.” And I jumped up and ran out.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lbd1c5/client_seduces_sales_rep_part_1_m44f25_offlimits