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A return to the business world and my first story written in the first person. Back into the offices of GlobalTraveller. Salesman James has just finished an all nighter. Getting his tender in just before the deadline. Loaded on Red Bull and jelly beans. 9.15AM and the office is starting to fill up. And James is Seeing Double.

SEEING DOUBLE
I don't know how many all nighters you've pulled. I've pulled more than my share. A career in business and its part of the deal. A last minute opportunity to win a big account. A proposal needs to be written, a tender submission completed and a Powerpoint presentation created. Just the previous afternoon my boss had given me the Mason Marine tender. It was perfect. We needed to respond. Deadline was less than twenty four hours. That's why I spent all night in the office.

Now its 9.15AM and I've just clicked send. The tender is gone. I'm dog tired. But wired. Wired on the adrenaline of potentially landing a big account. There's some decent commission in the Mason account. Might get my company car upgrade from a 5 Series to an X5. That would be cool. Maybe a white one with big black alloys. Like that guy who lives across the road from me drives. I yawned. I was wired on a mix of jelly beans and Red Bull. Tired and wired. That could be any salesman's mantra. I fight back a yawn. Gulping down the remains of my Red Bull.

"Yeah, I white X5 M Sport would work."

I look out of my office window. It looks out into a modern, open plan office. The office is starting to get busy. Sixty staff work at Global Travellers head office here in Wesford. I watch them all. Sipping coffee, chatting and settling down at their desks. My eyes wandered over to where the Account Managers sit. The farmers of the sales world. I smiled at that thought. In my world I'm a hunter. A road warrior. I go out there and win the new accounts. Then the farmers work them. Boring as hell, if you ask me, but it brings in the cash. Small acorns grow into gold mines.
There she was! I smiled. Suddenly I didn't need jelly beans or Red Bull to stay focused. Julie Keegan. This fat admirers dream woman. She was the perfect, fully fattened up dolly bird. Like a big, overflowing cup of blonde sugar. An hourglass that had been overfilled and was bulging at the seams. All those juicy curves squeezed into a tight fitting blouse and pencil skirt. She was packed in. Like a sausage ready to pop on a barbecue.

You could use pretty much any fat admirers cliché on Julie and it stuck.

"Damn, she's still carrying some of her Christmas pudding."

Hot Julie was stood talking with one of the other Account Managers. Lauren Carlin. She'd filled out too. But not in Julie territory yet. No woman at Global Traveller could rival Julie Keegan's butt, boobs and belly. And damn, she worked that look. Not hiding her excess. Instead showing it off with tight fitting outfits and heels. In fact, I was pretty sure there was plenty of lycra lies and Spanx working to keep those curves looking so firm. Completing the look with a tan which, in the British winter, was fake. Flowing, styled blonde hair, jewellery and long acrylic nails. My mind wandered further. Those nails made a wonderful tap tapping noise when she typed...

I blinked. The latest blast of Red Bull was hitting home. I was Seeing Double. Two lots of Julie Keegan and Lauren Carlin. Blurred round the edges. No a bad thing.

"She's got a big arse" I said to myself.

Not a Nobel Prize winning insight. Didn't require my masters degree to work it out. But accurate all the same. Factually salient. Or whatever. I smiled. In the real world I worked closely with Julie. She managed some of my bigger accounts. She was good at her job. She didn't make my kind of money; farmers don't make as much as good hunters. But she did well for herself. Just got an Audi Q5 SUV. She looked hot driving it. Two years old on a 64 plate. £25,000 worth of car. Joolz had probably got it on some PCP or finance deal or whatever. But she was no doubt bringing the dosh in.

Then Julie turned on her heel. Tall, pointed stiletto heels. Totally impractical but sexy as hell. Perfect for looking hot in the office. She looked into my office. Smiling. Showing off her double chin, chubby cheeks and perfectly white teeth. Giving me a little wave. Opening my door and taking half a step inside the office. The office filled with the scent of her perfume. She even smelled sexy.

"Hi James, another all nighter?"

"You got it Joolz. Got that Mason Marine tender in. Fingers crossed now."

"Yeah, make sure you push the account my way."

"Always do."

We small talked a little more. I tried to look at her eyes. Not gawk at her curves. It was a trick I'd learned in sales. Make sure I noted their eye colour. Julie's were brown. With all the caffeine and sugar my look was intense. But way better than eyeballing her tits.

"We had date night last night. Matt talked me into watching that new Star Wars and then we had a cheeky Nando's..."

That comment was like a stab in the heart. Matt was Julie's husband. Her second husband. Ten years Julie's junior. Not that I was without regular female company but Julie was my work crush. And that bastard got to go bed with that delicious MILFy sugar mountain every night. I'd met him once or twice at office Christmas parties. Grudgingly I'd had to admit he was worthy of her. Tall, dark and handsome with muscles that suggested many hours in the gym and some steroid injections. He looked like he could be an extra on TOWIE. No doubt an FA. Several months back Julie had worn a tight red dress to the office Christmas party. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Neither had Matt. Unlike me he'd also been able to take a handful here and there.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Amazing! I always love Nando's..."

I smiled. Julie would hardly remember anything about Rogue One: A Star Wars story but she would remember the meal. I'd been on a few client meals with Julie. I remember with affection the look of pure horror on her face when the rake thin Kerry Underwood of Yes! Loans had suggested we all share at Meal Platter at The Calls. For a brief moment Julie's sales patter had slipped and she'd declared:
"I'm not sharing!"

I blinked again. Pulling myself into the here and now.
"You need to go get some sleep" said Julie.

"Yes, I guess..."

Stepping into the office Julie let the door close behind her. Leaning in she whispered conspiratorially:
"We all heard you got dropped the tender at the last minute?"
"Yep, that's about right. Should have had a week to do it. Instead I got an evening. But that's how Ray works."

Ray was the MD. Not the company owner. Global Traveller was part of a much bigger group. Ray was my corporate rival. I wanted his job. He knew I wanted it. Julie also knew it. Not because I'd told her but she knew how to read office politics. She was a good arse kisser. Always making sure her bread was generously buttered the right way. She played me and Ray. I knew that. It was fun to watch her work it. Subtlety wasn't in the Julie Keegan play book of office politics.

"Its totally wrong for Ray to drop work on you like that. You'd make an amazing MD James..." she said.

We small talked a little more. Julie making sure she was on my good side. That made me think. Maybe she was starting to place her chips on me? Potentially a good sign. Eventually she left. Wiggling her way over toward her desk. Big bum swaying left to right behind her. Rocking like a rolling stone. I watched her settle down at her desk. Her big bum filling out the leather chair. The hem of her skirt creeping up and showing off her chunky, tanned legs. She was perched slightly forward. Back arched a little. A pose that showed off the breadth and curve of her big, sexy office arse. Damn!

Then reality hit home. Another knock on the door. Ray Thompson. Corporate Travellers managing director. He stepped inside.
"Morning James, did we get the Mason Marine tender in on time?"

"Yes Ray, I did submit it on time..."

Thanks for taking the time to read my work! Hope you enjoyed it Please comment and let me know what you think. You can also suggest any thoughts and ideas . I'm always interested in reading your ideas.

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Description
A return to the business world and my first story written in the first person. Back into the offices of GlobalTraveller. Salesman James has just finished an all nighter. Getting his tender in just before the deadline. Loaded on Red Bull and jelly beans. 9.15AM and the office is starting to fill up. And James is Seeing Double.

SEEING DOUBLE
I don't know how many all nighters you've pulled. I've pulled more than my share. A career in business and its part of the deal. A last minute opportunity to win a big account. A proposal needs to be written, a tender submission completed and a Powerpoint presentation created. Just the previous afternoon my boss had given me the Mason Marine tender. It was perfect. We needed to respond. Deadline was less than twenty four hours. That's why I spent all night in the office.

Now its 9.15AM and I've just clicked send. The tender is gone. I'm dog tired. But wired. Wired on the adrenaline of potentially landing a big account. There's some decent commission in the Mason account. Might get my company car upgrade from a 5 Series to an X5. That would be cool. Maybe a white one with big black alloys. Like that guy who lives across the road from me drives. I yawned. I was wired on a mix of jelly beans and Red Bull. Tired and wired. That could be any salesman's mantra. I fight back a yawn. Gulping down the remains of my Red Bull.

"Yeah, I white X5 M Sport would work."

I look out of my office window. It looks out into a modern, open plan office. The office is starting to get busy. Sixty staff work at Global Travellers head office here in Wesford. I watch them all. Sipping coffee, chatting and settling down at their desks. My eyes wandered over to where the Account Managers sit. The farmers of the sales world. I smiled at that thought. In my world I'm a hunter. A road warrior. I go out there and win the new accounts. Then the farmers work them. Boring as hell, if you ask me, but it brings in the cash. Small acorns grow into gold mines.
There she was! I smiled. Suddenly I didn't need jelly beans or Red Bull to stay focused. Julie Keegan. This fat admirers dream woman. She was the perfect, fully fattened up dolly bird. Like a big, overflowing cup of blonde sugar. An hourglass that had been overfilled and was bulging at the seams. All those juicy curves squeezed into a tight fitting blouse and pencil skirt. She was packed in. Like a sausage ready to pop on a barbecue.

You could use pretty much any fat admirers cliché on Julie and it stuck.

"Damn, she's still carrying some of her Christmas pudding."

Hot Julie was stood talking with one of the other Account Managers. Lauren Carlin. She'd filled out too. But not in Julie territory yet. No woman at Global Traveller could rival Julie Keegan's butt, boobs and belly. And damn, she worked that look. Not hiding her excess. Instead showing it off with tight fitting outfits and heels. In fact, I was pretty sure there was plenty of lycra lies and Spanx working to keep those curves looking so firm. Completing the look with a tan which, in the British winter, was fake. Flowing, styled blonde hair, jewellery and long acrylic nails. My mind wandered further. Those nails made a wonderful tap tapping noise when she typed...

I blinked. The latest blast of Red Bull was hitting home. I was Seeing Double. Two lots of Julie Keegan and Lauren Carlin. Blurred round the edges. No a bad thing.

"She's got a big arse" I said to myself.

Not a Nobel Prize winning insight. Didn't require my masters degree to work it out. But accurate all the same. Factually salient. Or whatever. I smiled. In the real world I worked closely with Julie. She managed some of my bigger accounts. She was good at her job. She didn't make my kind of money; farmers don't make as much as good hunters. But she did well for herself. Just got an Audi Q5 SUV. She looked hot driving it. Two years old on a 64 plate. £25,000 worth of car. Joolz had probably got it on some PCP or finance deal or whatever. But she was no doubt bringing the dosh in.

Then Julie turned on her heel. Tall, pointed stiletto heels. Totally impractical but sexy as hell. Perfect for looking hot in the office. She looked into my office. Smiling. Showing off her double chin, chubby cheeks and perfectly white teeth. Giving me a little wave. Opening my door and taking half a step inside the office. The office filled with the scent of her perfume. She even smelled sexy.

"Hi James, another all nighter?"

"You got it Joolz. Got that Mason Marine tender in. Fingers crossed now."

"Yeah, make sure you push the account my way."

"Always do."

We small talked a little more. I tried to look at her eyes. Not gawk at her curves. It was a trick I'd learned in sales. Make sure I noted their eye colour. Julie's were brown. With all the caffeine and sugar my look was intense. But way better than eyeballing her tits.

"We had date night last night. Matt talked me into watching that new Star Wars and then we had a cheeky Nando's..."

That comment was like a stab in the heart. Matt was Julie's husband. Her second husband. Ten years Julie's junior. Not that I was without regular female company but Julie was my work crush. And that bastard got to go bed with that delicious MILFy sugar mountain every night. I'd met him once or twice at office Christmas parties. Grudgingly I'd had to admit he was worthy of her. Tall, dark and handsome with muscles that suggested many hours in the gym and some steroid injections. He looked like he could be an extra on TOWIE. No doubt an FA. Several months back Julie had worn a tight red dress to the office Christmas party. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Neither had Matt. Unlike me he'd also been able to take a handful here and there.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Amazing! I always love Nando's..."

I smiled. Julie would hardly remember anything about Rogue One: A Star Wars story but she would remember the meal. I'd been on a few client meals with Julie. I remember with affection the look of pure horror on her face when the rake thin Kerry Underwood of Yes! Loans had suggested we all share at Meal Platter at The Calls. For a brief moment Julie's sales patter had slipped and she'd declared:
"I'm not sharing!"

I blinked again. Pulling myself into the here and now.
"You need to go get some sleep" said Julie.

"Yes, I guess..."

Stepping into the office Julie let the door close behind her. Leaning in she whispered conspiratorially:
"We all heard you got dropped the tender at the last minute?"
"Yep, that's about right. Should have had a week to do it. Instead I got an evening. But that's how Ray works."

Ray was the MD. Not the company owner. Global Traveller was part of a much bigger group. Ray was my corporate rival. I wanted his job. He knew I wanted it. Julie also knew it. Not because I'd told her but she knew how to read office politics. She was a good arse kisser. Always making sure her bread was generously buttered the right way. She played me and Ray. I knew that. It was fun to watch her work it. Subtlety wasn't in the Julie Keegan play book of office politics.

"Its totally wrong for Ray to drop work on you like that. You'd make an amazing MD James..." she said.

We small talked a little more. Julie making sure she was on my good side. That made me think. Maybe she was starting to place her chips on me? Potentially a good sign. Eventually she left. Wiggling her way over toward her desk. Big bum swaying left to right behind her. Rocking like a rolling stone. I watched her settle down at her desk. Her big bum filling out the leather chair. The hem of her skirt creeping up and showing off her chunky, tanned legs. She was perched slightly forward. Back arched a little. A pose that showed off the breadth and curve of her big, sexy office arse. Damn!

Then reality hit home. Another knock on the door. Ray Thompson. Corporate Travellers managing director. He stepped inside.
"Morning James, did we get the Mason Marine tender in on time?"

"Yes Ray, I did submit it on time..."

Thanks for taking the time to read my work! Hope you enjoyed it Please comment and let me know what you think. You can also suggest any thoughts and ideas . I'm always interested in reading your ideas.

You can check out more of my work by visiting:

Samster @ Patreon: www.patreon.com/samster