How to Succeed in Business

by Headhunter

Jay Williams was the All-American  young man.  He grew up in a good family, went to college and 
married his high school sweetheart, Jill.  He had started a wholesale industrial equipment business in a 
small town that was near the intersection of the North/South and East/West Interstate Hiways.  The 
business was growing slowly, but was still  not on solid ground, even after ten years of hard work on Jay's 
part.    He had been married for 11 years.  Jill,  his attractive dark-haired wife,  had given birth 8 years 
ago to their daughter Shannon.    Shannon was a bright pretty girl who was now in the second grade.  In 
fact, Shannon was a lot like her mother.  Full of life and humor,  always ready to accept a challenge.

Jay's business was doing OK.  But the business had not taken off like he had hoped.  When Shannon had 
gone to the 1st grade in school, Jill had begun helping Jay at the business part-time.  Jill would work on 
the financial books and billing statements for Jay, so he could help with sales.  The company only had one 
salesman, Bill McCurry.    Bill McCurry was a 48 year-old salesman who had sold everything from cars to 
jock straps during his career.  He was the typical slick back hair, white shoe, polyester suit salesman.  He 
was a little sleazy, but had a lot of business contacts     

The business consisted of Jay; the salesman Bill; a secretary who was a late 50's maternal grandmother 
type named Mrs. Cosby; the part-time bookkeeper and wife, Jill; and two burly  men who worked in the 
warehouse.  The warehousemen loaded and unloaded the trucks, as Jay's company bought industrial 
equipment from manufactures and resold it wholesale to factories and contractors.   Sales of equipment 
was the lifeblood of the business.

Jay and Jill had bought a nice house in the small town.  They were so All-American that the house even 
had a white picket fence around it.  Jay helped coach little league baseball and Jill served on the 
Elementary School's PTA.    The business was just making enough to support them, and like many young 
couples they lived month to month.  The 33 year old Jay was tall and slender, with light brown hair and a 
handsome face.  He worked hard and loved his family.  Jill was 32,  with  beautiful hips and long shapely 
legs.  She had worked hard to keep her weight down after giving birth to Shannon.  She had shoulder 
length straight  black hair, shinning eyes, and was quick with a smile and a laugh.  Her breasts were small 
b-cups, but were topped with very sensitive pink nipples that would harden into pebbles at the slightest 
touch.  She had always wished her breasts were bigger, and had enjoyed the time when she was nursing 
Shannon.  She had enjoyed the extra bra cup-size her chest had swelled to,  and she enjoyed the constant 
stimulation nursing had provided her sensitive nipples. 

Jay's biggest client was Mack Anderson, the purchasing agent for Consolidated Manufacturing Co.  Half 
of Jay's business came from Mack.  Consolidated Manufacturing was headquartered two states away at the 
end of the East/West Interstate.  Jay got about 10% of Mack's business.  The short, fat, balding Mr. Mack 
Anderson  could have given the business to anybody, but  the corporate executive seemed to like the fresh 
faced and  honest Jay.  Mr. Anderson had once told Jay that he enjoyed working with a young  idealist.  
Most of the business Mr. Anderson did was with business sharks, who would literally screw you over for a 
deal.  Mr. Anderson often told Jay about all of the kickbacks he got for giving other people Consolidated 
Manufacturing's business.  Everything from, trips, cars, vacations, cash and even hookers.  

Jay didn't do business that way.  Mr. Anderson came to town once a month to place an order.  Jay and Bill 
would take the 50 year old, Mr. Anderson out to dinner and then to the one and only strip-club in the 
small town.  Mr. Anderson would indulge in one lap dace from the stripper with the biggest tits at the 
club.  Mr. Anderson would sit back in his chair while the dancer would sit and squirm on his lap in only a 
g-string, and then turn and nestle Mack Anderson's fat face between what were usually silicone enhanced 
boobs.   After the lap-dance and a few drinks, Mack would call it a night.  Mr. Anderson would have Bill 
drive his bloated sweating body back to his local motel.  Even though Jay worked the Consolidated 
Manufacturing account, Mr. Anderson liked having Bill McCurry come with them.  Jay assumed that it 
was because Mack and Bill were close to the same age.   Jay was usually home by 11 O'clock,  with the 
next months order signed from Consolidated Manufacturing.

Jay never tried to bribe Mr. Anderson, he ran an honest business.  He always tried to get Mr. Anderson to 
sign a 6 month or one- year contract, but Mack would always say that he had to think about that.  So Jay, 
while happy to get the one month order,  had to plan his business month to month.

The rest of  Jay's company sales were from smaller companies, and Bill McCurry handled them all.  Jay 
had recently been trying to  develop new customers, but hadn't had much success.  His  honest approach 
to business was hurting him.    Frankly, all of the Purchasing Agents he called on wanted some kind of 
kick-back or bribe for giving an order to Jay.  Jay  wasn't willing to do that.  He didn't have enough extra 
money to do it,  even if he wanted too.   Even if his ethics would let him.


Jay and Jill's life was full.  Jay worked hard and when Jill wasn't at the Company,  she was taking care of 
their beautiful home and beautiful daughter.   Everyone in town liked the William's.  They were the kind 
of young couple you would want living next door.   The attractive couple  made uninspired love on a 
regular basis.   And while their sex life had slowed up a little over the years,  they enjoyed fairly 
conservative sex twice a week.  The spice in their life usually came when Jill would buy a fancy lace teddy 
or tiny bra, panty and garter set for special occasions.  They had oral sex infrequently, and only fucked in 
the missionary position or with Jill sitting astride Jay's average 6 in cock.   They truly loved each other.   
Both of them cherished,  not the sex, but the closeness of holding each other and whispering there love for 
one another.  

Both Jay and Jill wanted the business to be a success.  They wanted to give their daughter all of the best 
things life had to offer, and they wanted to enjoy the fruits of their labor.   They worked hard and had 
invested all of themselves into their home and business.   When Jay came home from taking Mack out to 
dinner and to the strip club, Jill would tease him about all of the half naked  dancers  he had seen that 
night.  Their lovemaking after one of Mack's business calls always seemed more intense.

One month, between business appointments from Consolidated Manufacturing, the local Bible Churches 
and the PTA, joined forces to close down the only strip club in the small town.  Neither Jay nor Jill 
thought anything of it.  Jill had even helped stuff envelopes to citizens on behalf of the PTA.  The letters 
had talked about how the strip club was a bad influence on the children of the town.  While Jill didn't 
really care about the strip club, she had done her part as an active PTA member.

The club closed down.  Nobody thought about it until Mr. Mack Anderson showed up to place his order, 
and there was no strip club to go to for his regular lap dance.  Jay didn't think it would matter much to 
Mack, but he was wrong.   When Mack was in Jay's office late in the afternoon,  he told Jay that without 
his regular lap dance he wasn't interested in doing business.  He told Jay that he looked forward all month 
to the visit to the small town, where he didn't have to worry about anybody knowing  him.  He went on to 
say that the strip club was really the reason he gave Jay the business he did.  It gave him an excuse to 
come to the town, far away from where he was known.  He could enjoy being rubbed by a half naked 
young woman and nobody would find out about it.      
 
Jay, in a panic said that they could drive to a bigger city over an hour away.  The clubs would be better 
there anyway.  Mack just shook his head and said that at his age and weight he didn't want to go chasing 
around.  He would just go back to his motel and find a new supply company in another small town.

Jay was devastated.  Without Consolidated Manufacturing's account his business would go under.  He 
would loose everything.  Mack left to return to his motel and Jay dejectedly went home to tell Jill the bad 
news.

Jay got home to find his pretty and loving wife preparing the family dinner.  Shannon was playing on the 
swing set Jay had built in the back yard.   Jay came into the kitchen and with a sob, put his arms around 
his wife.  "I don't know what we are going to do?",  Jay half cried into Jill lustrous black hair.  "What's 
the matter?" ,  asked Jill, alarmed.  She had never seen her husband so defeated, even during the tough 
start up years of the business.  Jay explained the dilemma to Jill.  She was shocked. She felt even worse 
because she had actually helped close the club down.   She kept the Business and the household books and 
knew that this would destroy the business and their life.  They would probably have to sell their house.  As 
she held her defeated husband and looked out the window at her happily playing carefree daughter, she 
knew that she had to help her husband figure a way out of this problem.

Jill suggested that they find a local stripper to lap dance for Mr. Anderson.  Jay replied that he had 
thought of that and his phone calls had revealed that all of the strippers who had worked at the club had 
left town.  Jill then asked if there was enough time to have a stripper from the closest city come to Mr. 
Anderson's motel.  Jay said that he had tried that,  but hadn't found anyone willing to drive over two 
hours round trip for one lap dance.  Finally, Jill asked if Jay knew any women in town might need some 
extra money and be willing to pretend to be a professional stripper.  Without thinking Jay said, "not in 
this small town, besides nobody needs the money more than us."

Jill's face lighted up.  She said, "Jay I know you didn't mean it that way, but your right we do need this 
more than anyone else.  I won't loose everything we have worked for.  I won't put Shannon through this. 
The answer is right in front of you.  I'll go give Mr. Anderson his lap dance."    Jay was shocked. How 
could he let his wife, his love, the mother of his daughter, rub her tits in some dirty old man's face.  But 
the more Jill talked, the more it made sense.   Mr. Anderson had never met Jill.  It was only one dance 
and she wouldn't be completely nude.  She would do it this one time, and  then in the future, Jay could 
pay a stripper to come from out of town. Finally, against his better judgment Jay agreed.

Jill immediately called a baby sitter and then went to their bedroom to get ready.  Jay called the motel and 
when Mr. Mack Anderson answered, he asked if Jay could bring a stripper by his room for a private lap 
dance.  Mr. Anderson sounded excited and said readily agreed.  He also asked Jay to bring a bottle of 
Scotch.  At the end of the conversation Mr. Anderson said, "I'm proud of your spirit Jay, but I hope the 
stripper is good, no promises until after the dance.  Usually I get to pick my own dancer." 

While helping Jill get ready, Jay briefed her on how he had seen the strippers in the club lap dance.  He 
told her how they dropped their tops and rubbed their breasts on the back of the neck of the man seated in 
front of them.  They would dance in front of the man and sit in his lap.  Jay went on to say that they would 
squirm around on the man's lap and at the end of the dance the dancer would press the man's face 
between their breasts.  Jill asked if the man touched the dancers.  Jay replied that touching was a no-no, 
and that if a man grabbed a dancer that they would politely but firmly move the man's hands away.   Jay 
also said that the man would usually put some money under the g-string of the dancer.  Jill didn't have a 
g-string,  so Jay and Jill decided that she would wear her two piece bathing suit. This made Jay feel better 
because Jill always wore modest bathing suits with large bottoms.  The top tended to be smaller, but that 
had never been a problem at the pool, because Jill's breasts were not very big.   What Jill had never told 
Jay was that the same heavy black hair on her head grew on her pussy.  Her pubic hair was black, heavy 
and  long.  Jill could only wear large bathing suits and panties,  otherwise her shiny black cunt hair would 
curl around the edge of her suit.  Since her skin was very white, the hair was very visible.  Jill thought that 
her  mass of pussy hair was ugly.

Jay told her to wear more make-up than usual, but it still wasn't that heavy.  After she was done Jill still 
looked  very innocent.  She didn't look much like the jaded strippers Jay had seen.    She put an overcoat 
on over her bathing suit and was ready to go.  At the last minute Jay noticed her wedding rings and 
suggested she take them off  since he didn't want Mr. Anderson to get suspicious.  As they walked out of 
the bedroom Jay looked back at Jill's wedding and engagement rings sitting on her dresser.  He thought to 
himself, "are we doing the right thing?"

The baby-sitter arrived and Jay drove a very nervous Jill to the motel.  After knocking tentatively at his 
door Mr. Anderson let them both into the room.   Mack's eyes lit up when he saw Jill.  "Hello, my dear, 
what is your name",  Mack asked?  Without thinking Jay's wife answered, "Jill".  Jay jumped in, " her 
stage name was Jilly before she retired from dancing.  She is doing this as a favor to me."    Jill smiled 
weakly at Mr. Anderson.  She thought to herself that he really was a toad.  He had taken off his suit jacket 
and tie.  His white dress shirt was rumpled and large sweat stains were visible under his arms.  He was 
very fat and only about 5ft. 6in tall.  His bald head glistened with sweat even though the air conditioner 
was on full blast and the room was chilly.          

Mack pulled the chair that sat at the motel room's desk and sat down.  He said, "Jay, there is ice and 
glasses in the bathroom, make us all a scotch on the rocks.   As Jay made the drinks he could hear Mack 
ask  "Jilly" about when she retired and why she didn't have the usual high heels that strippers wear on.  
Jill picked right up on the details, after her initial mistake of using her own name. She made up a story 
about how after her child was born that she got out of the business and had discarded all of her shoes and 
costumes.  She went on to say that she hoped he didn't mind that she was wearing a bathing suit as a 
costume.  He said, with a lecherous grin, that it didn't bother him if she gave him a good dance. 

Jay returned with the drinks and "Jilly's" nervousness caused her to drink rapidly. Mack told Jay to make 
her another .  She drank the second drink just as quickly.   "OK, lets get me my dance", Mack said.  "You 
didn't bring any music, so turn on the radio Jay.  I'll sit here why don't you sit on the bed, Jay.  And Jilly, 
I've got a big fat lap for you to sit in."    Jill giggled and as Jay found a rock and roll station on the radio, 
Jill stood in front of the seated Mack and dropped her coat to the floor.  Jay sat nervously on the bed as 
Mack's grin spread across his fleshy face.   Mack looked up at "Jilly's  eyes and said, "nice body honey,  
but your tits are to small for this business."  Jay almost jumped off of the bed and grabbed Mack.  The 
dirty old man casually talking about his wives breasts infuriated him, but he caught himself.  Jay sat there 
burning up inside as Jill started to sway to the music in front of Mack's beady eyes. 

"Take it off, Jilly"  cheered Mack.  With a tentative look over at Jay, who was sitting stiffly on the bed 
with his hands clenched.  Jill reached back and undid her bathing suit top.  Slowly she began to lower it.  
It had the effect of being a tease, but actually the slowness was because of Jill's nervousness.  As Jill's top 
lowered, her  pink nipples came into view.  They were hard and erect, both from nerves and the cool air 
conditioning in the room.   "All right",  exclaimed Mack, " nice nipples, lets see your tit flesh, baby 
cakes."   Mack's language was driving Jay crazy.  These were the same comments Mack had made to the 
big breasted girls at the strip club.   Mack's  words hadn't bothered Jay then, but now,  talking about his 
love, his soul mate and wife, Jay wanted to punch Mack in the face.  Jay forced himself think about the 
business.  He rationalized to himself that Jill had wanted to do this to help him.  He needed Jill's help to 
save his business and home.  Jay calmed himself down and began to enjoy "Jilly's"  dance as her top hit 
the floor.

Jill had begun to get the rhythm of the music.  She swayed in front of Mack bending at the knees and 
swinging her hips in an exaggerated bump and grind.  Even in the cool room, with her rock hard nipples 
bouncing slightly from side to side on her tea cup tits, Jill was sweating.  Sweating from nerves, the booze, 
and maybe for the intent stare of the ugly fat man in front of her.  She could feel his eyes on her body.

She slowly danced behind the chair.  Jill tentatively reach out and put her hands on Mack's shoulders.  He 
tilted his head back just as Jill stepped forward, and the fringe of hair around his bald head came in 
contact with Jill's moist tits.   Jill felt an electric shock run through her body as Mack's course hair rubbed 
on her nipples.   She actually became weak in the knees for a moment before recovering enough to dance 
around in front of Mack again.  She turned away from him and then slowly backed into his lap.  Jill was 
sitting on Mack's knees  facing away from him.  She rocked back and forth from one ass cheek to the 
other, not really knowing how to squirm like the professional dancers did on the crotch of the man.

Mack grabbed Jill by the hips and pulled her back until her ass was stopped by his protruding belly.  Then 
he rotated here hips with his hands until she understood how to grind her hips.  When she began to move 
on her own he dropped his hands and let out an audible sigh.  Jill could feel his hard penis through his 
trousers as it poked the inside of her left thigh.  She continued to grind her hips for a few seconds then 
stood up, swung her leg over Mack's lap and sat back down facing him.   She had learned her lesson and 
now, without being prompted, began to grind her hips on Mack's lap.  His big stomach was rubbing 
against the front of Jill's bathing suit.  The rubbing of Mack's fat belly was stimulating  Jill's cunt lips, 
even through her suit and the mass of black pubic hair.  Jill was silently grateful that she was wearing a 
waterproof bathing suit, because she knew that her vagina was secreting lots of sex juice.

It amazed her that she could get turned-on rubbing against such a toad of a man.  But there was 
something about the situation and her nervousness that excited her.  Maybe it was the alcohol. 
Jill looked over at Jay who still had a frown on his face, but at least it looked like he had relaxed a little.  
Jill finally grabbed Mack's head by the ears and rising up slightly quickly pulled his face to her chest.  
The move caught Mack buy surprise and his head turned slightly.  Jill's hard left nipple ended up pressed 
into Mack's right ear.  He sighed  again and slumped back.  Jill got up and quickly retrieved her suit top 
and put it on.   Mack waved Jill forward, and as she stood in front of him he pushed a twenty dollar bill 
under the side of her suit bottom, at her hip.

Mack stood up.  His cock was  making a tent in his trousers.  "Well, Jilly baby, I guess it has been a while 
since you danced, but you got better as the dance went on.   Why don't you get some new dancing duds.   
Since the strip club closed you could probably get some private dances in this town and pick up some extra 
money.  But get a g-string, I know your customers will want to see that fine ass of yours."  Mack turned to 
Jay and said,  "well it wasn't great, but I kind of like the bitch, I'll renew my order for another month."  
Jay was so happy about the order he didn't even mind Mack calling Jill, his wife, a bitch and talking about 
her "fine ass".

Later that night Jill literally attacked Jay in the bed.   As she straddled her surprised husband she asked 
Jay if her had enjoyed his wife's strip show.   Jay nodded dumbly as Jill's wet steaming love box 
enveloped his stiff prick.  Jill bounced up and down with a vigor she had never shown.  In just a few 
moments both Jay and Jill had crashing orgasms. 
                         
