7 comments/ 30943 views/ 9 favorites Samantha Meets the ADT Security Rep By: msgrant67 I was driving in the hot Atlanta traffic when my friend Samantha called. She asked if we could meet for drinks that night and told me that she had a favor to ask. I instantly agreed; I'm pretty much always up for a few glasses of wine, and besides the fact that Samantha was my old college roomie, she was an attorney. She had just been extremely helpful to me negotiating my prenuptial agreement. (I got pretty much the best deal ever, but that's another story.) The point is that I would do anything for Sam, just as she would for me. That afternoon, I joined her at a table at the restaurant, and we began our small talk. Eventually, she got to the point of the meeting. "Brittany, I need your help with something," she began. "I have received a few threats at work." "Oh my God! What happened?" I exclaimed. "No, no, don't worry," she continued. "I'm sure that it's nothing that serious. I handle many negotiations for my law firm, and every now and then, of course, someone isn't happy with how it turns out. Sometimes they take out their frustrations by threatening me. 99% of the time it is simply someone venting or somehow trying to intimidate me. Something like that." I had seen Samantha negotiate, if you could even really call it that. While she was an excellent attorney and could professionally negotiate strongly if she needed to, like in group meetings or board rooms, her true strength was in one on one meetings, specifically with male adversaries. Samantha was in her upper twenties now, but she still had the looks that she had back when we were Florida State cheerleaders. At 5'6" with a gorgeous face, a toned, tan body and a penchant for sexy suits, heels and even a hint of lingerie flashing when needed, her most effective "negotiating" truly consisted of Samantha flirting with the other party. She would pretend to pout when her counterpart suggested something she didn't like, and then she would giggle and smile and encourage him on as he eventually came around and began agreeing to all, or at least most, of her suggestions. Many of her negotiation meetings followed the same formula. First, she would ask her opponent to go through, in detail, his entire proposal. She would pay attention as he started, but fairly quickly, she would appear to lose interest. As he droned on through the specifics, she would begin to nonchalantly fiddle about with a loose button on her shirt or begin to dangle a heel off her foot or start to straighten or smooth her stockings. It was always something slow, gentle and almost hypnotizing. As the man would inevitably begin to stammer and lose his place, Samantha would move closer, often lightly brushing against his arm, and begin to soothingly suggest her changes to the agreement. Most of the men were very receptive to her ideas at that point. Many guys tended to agree to things while not even realizing it. It obviously didn't take much of a leap of faith to believe that some of these guys, or maybe even their clients, were getting pissed later after regaining their senses and realizing what had happened. "So what do you need from me?" I asked. "Well, I've decided to put in a burglar alarm, just to be safe, but I'm having some problems," Samantha went on to say that the pricing seemed outrageous. "I thought that security systems were like $99," I said. "I did too," she agreed, "But they're not. At least not exactly." "What do you mean?" I asked. "According to the various companies' websites," and they are all about the same she clarified, "The basic system is only $99, but that only covers putting sensors on the doors to my condo. If I want to protect the windows, it can run from $50 to $100 per window." I started to finally see where we were headed. "I take it you're not asking me to loan you a few hundred bucks for the window things," I joked. She laughed, "No, just some help in haggling with a sales guy." I was always the shopper and haggler of our group so I agreed to help. I went to her office the next day and collected all of the information that she had collected regarding a security system. She had certainly done her research; she had printed out the info from probably half a dozen companies. And, it looked like she was right, all of the offers seemed about the same price. I started calling the companies, and found that most try to sell you the things over the phone. This wasn't what I had in mind. I knew that we needed to meet with a sales rep in person in order to get the kind of deal Samantha wanted. Finally, one of the companies, Safe and Sound, agreed to send over a representative. I was told that the lead would get forwarded to the rep and that he would meet me at the condo at 5:00 the next evening. Samantha and I dressed like we were going clubbing the next evening and as the doorbell rang at 5:00, we were ready to work our plan. As I opened the door though, I knew that our preparations had been useless. "Hi, I'm Lydia with Safe and Sound; I'm looking for Sam Jones." There was a red-haired beauty standing there. She was younger than I was, and I was only 26 at the time, and she was wearing a short black skirt and a Safe and Sound polo shirt. I could tell that she was wearing it in such a way that it would meet exactly what her company's dress code said she should wear, but clearly she had stretched the spirit of the guidelines. Her skirt was shorter than professional, even for someone in her early 20's, and she had bunched together the side of her shirt and tied it off on the side; the effect was that this tightened the shirt all over her body, better displaying the firmness of her chest and flatness of her stomach. Lydia, I'm sure, was a Samantha style negotiator who probably was as disappointed to find out that Sam was actually Samantha as we were to determine that our sales rep was Lydia. I was thinking that this would be awkward, when Sam walked up beside me. "Hi, I'm Samantha; this is Brittany; please come in," she said. As we walked over to the sitting area, I couldn't help think how ridiculous the three of us looked. Without a guy in the room to focus our attention on, we practically looked like we should just go stand on a street corner somewhere. It truly is amazing that guys don't ever pick up on any of this when we are doing it to them. I guess it's because they simply don't want to. After a few minutes of small talk, I decided to bring up the obvious, "Lydia, you thought Sam was a guy, right?" "Well, I don't know that I thought about it," she lied. "Lydia, let's be honest," I wanted to get past the fakeness and quit wasting our time, and hers for that matter. "Look at the way your dressed. You're beautiful, but clearly dressed to be provocative to a male customer. Hell, it's smart; I'm in pharma sales; I do the same thing to get in to see doctors, but it's obvious that you were expecting a male to be here. It makes sense as I think it through; I made the appointment under 'Sam Jones,' I said 'none' when asked about a spouse. Lydia just looked at me, as I continued, "It's not a big deal; look at Samantha and I. We were obviously expecting a male. You don't think anyone really dresses this way to meet with a sales rep, do you?" Now, the three of us were laughing. Lydia admitted that she usually did very well with male prospects, and Sam agreed that we did as well. Lydia asked why both of us were there, "I would think that either of you could handle this on your own." "Lydia," I explained, "That's true, but please hear me on this. It's really not safe to just have one of us here. Particularly not knowing who is going to show up. I don't want to tell you your business, but if we had been two guys and you had come in here and acted as you probably like to, it could have gone badly. Most of the time, you get good sales, but there are people to watch out for out there." "I actually have worried about that," she said. "Then get a partner and watch yourselves; seduction works and can get you things, but it's a slippery slope and can get dangerous." "But if I have a partner, I'm only getting half of my commissions; I can't do that," she objected. "Lydia, you're commissions will grow exponentially, dear. Besides, it's much easier to do this with two of you." She didn't understand how it was easier with two of us, so I continued, "Here's an example, if you are alone with a guy, your options are more limited. You can tease a little, but anything stronger and any guy will notice. With two of you, one can say or do over the top things and the other can explain or apologize for it, and the guy will accept any explanations. You see, most guys like it and want it to continue, so they'll accept even the most ridiculous explanations." We continued talking, and Lydia thanked us for our pointers and asked if she could help us in any way. We asked her to explain in better detail the sales process of a security system. Lydia then helped us tremendously. She explained that there were actually two costs; the first was the system itself, including the installation; the second part was the monthly monitoring fee that would be paid for three years. She told us that the individual reps had great latitude in pricing and that the reps who had been there a while and were good could basically do what they wanted. She also told us that the typical upfront portion would be between $300 and $1500 depending on what type of equipment you chose and the monthly fee would be between $25 and $40. The last items covered were that the sales reps usually made around 30% of the upfront price and the fact that the company policy was not to accept cash, as it was harder to track, but that many of the reps would take cash and simply pick up a money order at a convenience store before turning the paperwork in at the office. Armed with our new information, we said goodbye to Lydia and called ADT to schedule an appointment. Not wanting another mishap, this time I asked to speak to the scheduler in the local branch. "This is ADT Atlanta; how can I help you?" I heard. "Hi," I said. "My name is Brittany, and I am trying to schedule an appointment for my friend, Samantha Jones. I met one of your sales reps recently, but I forgot his name." "Well, I know all the reps here; could you describe him please?" I knew I had to give vague physical traits as I didn't know any of the sales reps, but I would stress the attributes that Lydia had told us were good, as well as the ones that should lead to his being more receptive to our teasing. "I would say he was in his thirties, medium build; if it helps he did tell us that he had been there a few years and was one of the top reps; I know this is unrelated, but I think he mentioned that he had recently gone through a divorce." She interrupted me, "Oh you mean Andrew," she said. "Poor guy, his divorce really hit him hard." I agreed that it must have been Andrew and set the appointment. The next night promptly at 7:00 the doorbell rang. I answered the door in a nurse uniform that I had borrowed from a friend. This was an actual uniform, not one of the "sexy nurse" costumes that are easy enough to find. Samantha and I knew that our seduction would work, but we needed to go slowly, ease Andrew into our trap. Most guys have a thing for nurses anyway, so a standard uniform, maybe unbuttoned a little more than need be, and a pair of white thigh high stockings would do the trick without being obvious. Samantha wasn't home yet, so I invited Andrew into the living room. "Is there a place I can set up my laptop?" he asked, "I've got a presentation to go through with you." I directed him to the sofa as Samantha entered through the garage door. "Sorry I'm late," she announced while smiling at our unsuspecting sales rep. Samantha was in a short black skirt and silk blouse, somehow both professional and sexy. It didn't hurt that she had an absolute killer body. "No problem, I'm just setting up my computer so I can start my presentation." He was logging onto his computer and barely looked up. I guess he really was focused on his work. We would have to change that. Almost immediately he told us that he was ready and asked us to sit down. Samantha sat across from him, on another sofa while I sat to his left in a chair. He had a better view of Sam, but I was closer, about an arm's length away. "Before we get started," he began, "What prompted you two to make this appointment? Is there something going on in the neighborhood? Burglaries or robberies that I should know about?" "No, nothing like that," Samantha slowly replied using her slow, soothing voice. "I'm an attorney, and I've apparently made a few enemies. I've started receiving some threats, and though they are probably nothing I think I would rather be safe than sorry." "Oh, okay," Andrew continued. I was paying attention to him and noticed that his words were slowing a bit; he had finally noticed Samantha's looks. "Anything specific?" he asked. "No, just generic threats; some name calling," Samantha said. "I'm not worried about anything in my condo; I just don't want anything to happen to me, or my body." Samantha stood as she said this, letting his eyes follow her whole body. "Will you excuse me for a moment, Andrew?" "You can continue with Brittany, I've just got to get out of these work clothes." His eyes widened a tad at that thought, but he was still in professional mode. "Well, why don't we wait; both of you should probably see this." "It's okay, Andrew," I assured him, "We're okay to go on." I winked at him as though Samantha couldn't see, and whispered, "She'll get whatever system we decide on." He glanced down at his computer & mumbled, "OK, I guess." As he pulled up his presentation, I moved over to the sofa next to him, allegedly to see the computer screen better. In reality, I just wanted to be closer, letting him inhale my perfume and notice the stockings on my legs. He started going through the slides of his presentation as I nodded and pretended to be interested. I would ask him for more time to read each slide, not because I needed it or for that matter even wanted to read the info; I just needed to slow it down a bit, keep him from getting into his "professional" mode. During my time "reading" the slides, his eyes would drift to my stockings. As a test, I began shifting slightly, putting my boobs on better display. Though he certainly noticed, he would still pay more attention to the legs. Samantha reappeared in the doorway to the room, now dressed in a cheerleader uniform. "Sorry to interrupt," she announced, "Brittany, I forgot we've got that damn costume party tonight. Do you think this will be okay?" I had seen her in that uniform 1000 times; we had been cheerleaders together in college after all. I didn't need to look at her to know, so I paid careful attention to Andrew. He noticed that she looked good, but her outfit didn't seem to truly mesmerize him. "I don't know Samantha; the cheerleader thing seems it has been done a lot. Do you have anything else?" I asked. I extended my leg, and Sam caught on that we had ourselves a leg guy. "Sure, I'll check," she said as she smiled went back to her bedroom. "Didn't you say wanted to look around the house, at the windows and doors and stuff?" I turned my attention back to Andrew. "Let's do that." I smiled and stood before he could answer. I knew he didn't really want to stand, as he was right now rock hard, but after some awkward adjusting, he did stand. I was glad that Lydia had told us about this step in the process. We walked around the unit as he made notes, and truly, he was focused on his job way too much. I tried to tease and distract without being obvious, but was having very little luck. When we hit the stairs to head to the second floor though, my luck began to change. I discretely raised my skirt while leading him up the stairs letting him catch a few glances of the lace border of my thigh high stockings. By the time we reached the second floor, I had him. He was now looking around the rooms and making notes, but really, his primary focus had become my legs. His eyes now spent more time here than on the rooms. As we went down the stairs, I suddenly stopped; I pretended to see a spider, allowing him to bump gently into me. His gasp, and his hardness, proved to me that he was aroused. "Let's walk around the outside of the condo now," I told him as I opened the front door. He did a good job checking the windows; I didn't want him too distracted at this point, as I wanted to make sure that he got this done correctly. When he was done with almost all of the windows, I led him over to the last one; it was around back and on the way to it, I tapped on another window out front, but in the same room as the last window. Although Andrew had no way to know it, this was Samantha's bedroom, and my tapping had just alerted her to begin her show. There was a fence that we had to go around, but as soon as we got within site of the window, I excused myself. "Andrew, sweetie, I have to make a call on my cell phone. You walk on over and check the window, and I'll step back around the fence and make my call. Just come on back around when you're done." He just nodded and headed to the window. I went around where I was on the other side of the fence from him, but really no more than 10 feet from him. He couldn't see me, but he would definitely hear every word of my call. (Actually, my pretend call, as there was no real call.) As Andrew got to the window, he couldn't help but notice that Samantha was standing in the room in a short, silk robe. She was looking into a mirror, not at the window, so he thought he had a view that Samantha wouldn't notice. I called out, louder than necessary, "Take your time back there Andrew; I just got through on my call." "Hey baby. I'm glad I caught you. Everything going okay on your trip?" I had begun my fake call. "I'm just over here at Samantha's. We're meeting with a sales rep." Samantha was applying her makeup in the mirror. First her eyes, then her lipstick. She mouthed kisses at the mirror and traced her mouth with her tongue. She could see in the mirror that she had a captive audience. She fluidly moved to her bed and began gently rolling a white stocking up one of her legs. My conversation continued, "Oh maybe you ought to be jealous honey, this rep's a cutie. He might have a shot with me or Sam as the night goes on." I giggled as though I was teasing whoever was on the phone. Samantha was now rolling her other stocking up. "Oh, we're going to a costume party later," I continued. Samantha stood, gently dropped her robe, revealing a bra and panties that matched the white stockings. She put on a short, sexy plaid skirt, as Andrew watched. "I don't know, honey, I may just wear my nurse uniform; It's kind of a costume anyway. Samantha is trying stuff on. She's already tried her old cheerleader uniform on. I'm sure she's trying on her schoolgirl uniform or her sexy police uniform. It'll be something that shows off those sexy, toned, tan legs." I knew Andrew was enjoying both my conversation and Sam's show since he hadn't moved and had clearly had plenty of time to check out the window. Samantha had completed the schoolgirl outfit, but she had posed in the mirror in in a while, for Andrew's benefit, and pouted to the mirror as though she didn't like it. She began to slowly unbutton her white blouse, and when she was done she let the blouse drape her and slowly unzipped her skirt. She was an incredible stripper and had our sales rep completely entranced. She then moved out of his line of vision into the walk-in closet. We needed him excited, but we certainly didn't need him finishing off. Samantha Meets the ADT Security Rep I was wrapping up my call, "See you later, baby. When you come back in town, I'll dress up for you and you can do anything you want to my body." I then called out again, "I'm done Andrew, are you done back there." "Sure," he managed to call out, "I'm coming." "I hope not yet," I thought to myself, as I smiled at him as he returned from around the fence. I almost chuckled as I noticed a slight stain on the front of his khakis. A little precum had seeped; it looked like. We went back in the house, and he settled on the sofa and told me that he needed a few minutes to prepare his proposal. I agreed and went into Samantha's room. As Samantha was finishing getting dressed, I quickly changed my nurse uniform into a sexy nurse costume. Though still white, my new outfit was tighter, lower cut, and barely came down far enough to cover the tops of my thigh highs. Samantha was in a matching costume. As we checked in the mirror, we looked like we could have been twins, with the exception of my blonde hair and Samantha's dark hair. We paraded back into the living room, and slightly smiled as Andrew's eyes widened as we entered. "We're going to the party as nurses; what do you think?" "You both look great," he managed to stammer. His eyes were following me, specifically my legs; I don't think it had quite registered that I had changed since the costume was fairly similar to my actual uniform that I had previously been wearing. Samantha asked, "So what have you come up with?" It was obvious that he was totally confused. He knew that he was being teased, but our keeping the questions professional, precluded him from making any direct move on us. He glanced from Samantha, where he had been fairly focused on her barely contained boobs, to his computer and then to his paperwork, apparently it was the contract that he had been writing. Taking his eyes off of us for a moment allowed us time to slide next to him on the sofa, one on each side. We acted interested in whatever was on the laptop screen. "Well," he began, "If we install the top of the line system that would be the Honeywell 550 control panel." Sam and I leaned toward the screen in unison, pretending to look, but really just presenting our ample cleavage just inches from his face. Additionally, we now each had a hand on one of his thighs, sort of to hold our balance. "Ok," Samantha purred, "What else?" "Uhm," Andrew had lost his thought process, "We'll need to put sensors on each window and door, and that's about it." Somehow I thought his process normally went longer; he was trying to just get through this. "Is there anything else she might need?" I asked. I thought something was wrong as he kept his head down and didn't respond, but only a second or two later I noticed that he was staring at the lace on my thighs again. I didn't realize that my costume had pulled up that far when I sat down, but it certainly had captured his attention. He managed to add that Samantha could add a wireless panic button that would immediately dispatch the police. "That sounds nice," I replied as I kept smiling. My hand was still on his thigh, but one thing I have learned is that no guy will ever ask a girl to stop touching him. At least I've never seen that happen. Samantha then spoke, "What do we need to do to go ahead and get it put in?" as she spoke, he turned back toward her. She had moved back on the sofa slightly but had bent over a little more so that her cleavage was both closer to him and just hanging there temptingly. He managed to get back into professional mood somewhat and picked up the papers that he had filled out. He held them over his lap and, without looking at us began going through the contract explanation. "There are actually two costs to the system. The system and installation is $1200. That includes the system, the wiring, the labor, everything." Samantha interrupted him and said, "What's this number here?" She reached her hand over and pressed down on a different number on the contract; this number was right above his hard dick, so as she pressed on it, she moved her finger just a touch up and down. His face began to turn red, and I asked if he needed anything; not sure what I was asking, he appeared puzzled; I clarified "Like a glass of water or something?" "Oh, no, I'm fine," he said. "Are you sure?" I sweetly asked, getting his attention back on me. "You look a little hot." I moved my hand to his forehead as though I was feeling for his temperature, and then I began lightly stroking through his hair. He was relaxing and settling back on the sofa, as Samantha whispered that she was still confused about that number. She was now circling the number with her finger, pressing on his dick the whole time. His breathing was getting deeper and he was beyond aroused. "That's just the monitoring fee." He was now talking very quickly. "The number is $1080. That's only $30 per month for the length of the contract. Three years." "Anything we can do about the length?" Samantha asked, as she moved her finger through the contract along the entire length of his shaft. "No, no it's a standard contract that I can't change," he replied. "What about that monitoring cost?" she asked. "Can it go a little lower?" "No," came his quick reply. He couldn't even focus enough to explain why he couldn't lower it. Lydia had told us the monitoring price would be out of his control, but we needed to tease him some about it. "Oh no," Samantha pretended to pout, and she quit touching him. Her look said, more than words ever could have, that he needed to please her quickly. "But I can discount the installation some," he added. "Really," Sam's smile was back. "Sure, I'm allowed to take off up to 20%," he added, eager to please. "20% off of this?" Samantha was almost whispering as she was tracing around the $1200 number on the contract, continuing the full effect of, in essence stroking his dick. "Yes, that's $240," he clarified. "So, how do we go forward?" I asked. As he turned back to me, he couldn't help but notice that I had lowered the zipper in the middle of my top about midway down to my abs. He glanced down at my chest. "Oh, sorry," I added, "I'll fix this. I just got so warm." "No, no, it's fine," quickly came out of his mouth. I smiled as he continued, "Well, I just write in the amounts here that you pay today, and the company will bill you the difference. Most people pay the installation cost, and then get billed the $30 monitoring fee each month." "So what's the total for everything?" I asked. Andrew answered. "The monitoring is $1080, and the installation is down to $960, so $2040 for everything." Samantha got back involved, "So if I give you $2040 cash, that's everything for three years?" Andrew answered, "Well we don't like to take cash, but a credit card or check.......... would work." The pause occurred as he turned back to face Samantha. Her left leg was extended onto the coffee table and she was straightening the lace around her thighs. "I don't like giving out credit card info." She said. "And I just ran out of checks." The sales rep appeared frozen, deciding what to say, so Sam continued, "Excuse me a second. Do you mind if I adjust this top, it's just not fitting right." "Sure take your time," Andrew answered. He looked relieved as though he thought she would leave the room for a bit and give him a break from the teasing, but Samantha unzipped her top and let it drop from her shoulders revealing a white, satin bustier that she began smoothing and adjusting. As he stared, she spoke, "I guess we're done; sorry" she sweetly said. "The cash thing is a deal breaker." "Well, I'm not supposed to, but I will. I'll just stop and get a money order on the way to the office tomorrow. Is that okay?" He was practically pleading with her to let him break the company's rules. "Sounds great sweetie, you're awesome," she spoke as she smiled at him. She even leaned in a gave him a little, friendly kiss on the cheek. "Andrew, you work on referrals, right?" I spoke to get his eyes back to me. "Sure," he replied. "Well, Samantha's a divorce attorney." I caught his eyes and continued. "She'll probably be able to send you lots of newly single ladies and provide you a nice reference letter to show customers. Would that be worth something to you?" He nodded, more watching me rub my stockings against each other than answering, but I leaned into him and pressed my lips as lightly as possible against his ear as I whispered, "Andrew, baby, I can tell you like our show. Let me give you some advice; keep giving Samantha discounts, and her show will get spectacular." I gently licked his ear as I finished speaking. "I want to," he whispered back, "But I've discounted as much as I can." "Okay, baby, if you're sure." I was still whispering and giving him a disappointed look. "Too bad, I didn't want to be done." I slowly traced my lips with my tongue and began to pull back from him slowly. He longingly stared, as I leaned back in and I could tell he was desperate for me to come all the way back. "I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?" I said. "Yes, please," he was practically begging. "What if you just added some cash to the deal personally? You can do that, can't you?" He looked like he was considering it, so I leaned all the way back in and began nuzzling on his neck as I spoke. "She's giving you some cash, baby, and you're buying the money order; no one will ever know really how much you put in and how much she did." "Does that feel like a good deal?" I whispered as I playfully licked his lips. He nodded, and I gently directed his head back toward Samantha. She was now fully out of her costume and had revealed her bustier, a garter belt and her thigh highs. It was the same outfit she had worn to a help me get a good deal on my prenuptial agreement, but like I mentioned above, that's another story. As he took in this sight, she snuggled in next to him, and breathed deeply into his ear, "Anything else you can do for me on the price, Andrew?" She was rubbing his dick through his khakis slowly. "How about another hundred off?" He looked at her, hoping he had pleased her. "That's great, baby." she beamed at him. "Do you want to keep going?" She now had a more firm grip on his shaft and began giving full quick strokes. "Yes, please," he nearly groaned, "$200 more." "Damn, Andrew, you're exciting her; I've never seen her like this," I was speaking into his ear while letting him enjoy Samantha's moves. "$200 Andrew? I didn't understand you sweetie," Samantha sweetly lied in his other ear, as she slowly unzipped the front of his pants. "Don't let her stop Andrew; she gets good I'm telling you." I was still encouraging him. "I meant $300, Samantha," he said. "Thank you Andrew," she smiled at him. "I really appreciate you being such a naughty boy and giving me such a good deal." "Andrew, don't let her think you're done, baby, she'll get up." "Wait!" he nearly yelled. "Yes, baby?" Samantha had her hand in his pants and was stroking him through his underwear. "$500 off," he said. With that Samantha leaned over and kissed him on his mouth while her hand freed his dick from the underwear; it was now out, fully exposed and oozing precum. "Oh thank you baby," she exclaimed. "I guess we should stop and let you write up the order, huh?" "No!" he nearly shouted. I was focused on rubbing his chest, kissing his neck and licking his ear, so Samantha would handle the conversation for a while. "What, baby?" Samantha asked him in a sexy little girl voice. "Do you need something else?" "Yes," he pleaded, "Please." "Please what? Baby" She was giving him a great hand job, but she was keeping her hand loose enough that he couldn't reach climax. "Please let me finish," he begged. "Oh," Samantha expertly answered, as though she had just figured out what he wanted. "How should I 'let you finish,' as you put it?" "I can use my hand..." as she said this, she took her hand off of him for a second, licked her palm and fingers, and wrapped her hand back around him so that he felt moist and warm. "Is that what you want?" "Yes, yes," he said as he began to lose control. "Are you sure? really sure?" Samantha coyly teased, "I have other tricks; I can use my mouth and tongue, baby." She was tracing her own lips with her tongue; we had picked up on his loving that and were both using it to our advantage. "I whispered back in his ear, "Andrew she loves gifts, honey. If you can think of anything to give her, she'll blow your mind. But hurry while she's still excited" Samantha wasn't really excited; she was expertly getting him to the edge of ecstasy without letting him quite get there. "I tell you what," he said to Samantha, "Let me cover the entire cost of the system as a gift." Before he had even finished the sentence, Samantha had bent over and taken him all the way in her mouth. As she swirled her tongue around him, I gave him a big, wet kiss and let my tongue explore his mouth. "Andrew, you are too sweet, baby," I whispered between kisses. "I don't want to tell you what to do, but if you throw in that monitoring fee right now, I'm sure Samantha will please you.... unbelievably." I grinned and winked at him as I finished talking. It was almost cute, the way he acted as though he had a choice, but it didn't matter, the right words came out of his mouth. "Samantha, I'd like to just cover the whole fee for you, monitoring and installation." Samantha pulled her mouth off of him, glanced up, and while swiftly stroking him mouthed, "Thank you, baby" to him. She waited a few seconds, getting him quickly to the brink and then went back down on his dick. He came within 20 or 30 seconds, as I kept kissing him. When he was done, Sam and I stayed snuggled up against each side of him and kept him talking and thanking us. When he finally pulled the contract back out, he zeroed out all of the costs, as though Samantha had paid it and let her sign it. He called in, scheduled her installation and thanked us some more. We told him how happy we were and lead him to the door as he left. "What the hell was that?" I said to Samantha after the door was closed. "I thought we were just going to tease him and rub on him a little." "That was the plan," she agreed. "I just thought he was a cutie so I gave him a little bonus." Hell of a bonus I thought to myself. I must admit; Samantha surely does have a talent. She can basically screw a guy out of two thousand bucks, and he thanks her for it.