Stifled...

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Talking To A Sales Promoter...

Just a few days ago, I was in a shopping centre, wasting my life away, when I found myself in a megastore that sells everything, from furniture to kitchen appliances.

I was rather keen on getting a digital camera as photography has always been some sort of interest of mine, so I went into the store to take a look.

I was walking around, looking at cameras that I cannot afford, then I went over to the TV section to admire those flat plasma TV sets. I was staring at a particular one and imagining how good life will become if I can hang one of those buggers on my wall. I zoned out and by the time I was back, I was greeted by a female sales promoter.

"Hi. Do you need any help?" The lady asked politely.

"Actually..." I attempted to answer without really looking at her, just to demonstrate my indifference.

Without allowing me to finish my sentence, she continued talking.

"I see you are quite interested with this set. Let me show you what it can do."

Feeling rather irritated, I decide to look straight at her face and give her the annoyed look. To my suprise, the lady was very attractive. Beautiful eyes that can melt every guy's heart, cute dimples and sexy lips resembling those of Angelina Jolie. Taken aback by the sight, I decided to give some of my time to her.

"Sure," I said.

Next came a series to technical terms that I didn't understand, or rather, did not attempt to understand. I took a good look at her face. Damn, she's hot. My line of sight gradually trickled down her beautiful face to her neck, then to her chest. Her tag says her name's Pamela. The name Pamela always reminds me of Pamela Anderson, which leads my imagination to Baywatch and those tight red swimsuits, in short, the name reminds me of boobs, which she had some rather reasonable ones packed away.

My vision lingered around her chest area for some time. She was rather well-endowed, much better than most girls I've seen. Judging from the cleavage produced, I believe she's not very comfortable in the suit she's wearing, but her discomfort is comfort to my eyes. I took a good look at her overall body. I must say again, she's damn hot. Slim waist, long legs, basically an hourglass figure.

She must have noticed me ogling her and she seemed rather proud of it. I snapped out of my trance and tried to focus on what she was saying. It was hard, but I was trying.

My subconscious caught words like HDTV and split screens, so in an attempt to not let my imagination go wild, I blurted out questions of the only things I heard from her.

"So can you show me the other functions? Like the split screens you mentioned?"

"No problem, sir," she replied with a smile.

What came next was worse than letting my imagination run wild. She squatted down and opened a compartment of the shelf the TV was on, trying to find the correct remote control for the TV. Damn, the view from above was ecstatic. I was practically peering down her blouse, past her coat and looking at her navy blue bra, the very thing that gave her the amazing cleavage. Damn.

"Sorry, give me a moment," she turned around and looked up, at me. She must have noticed me looking at her bosoms, so she shifted her position, letting only her back face me as she continued her search for the remote control. Bad move, Pamela. Bad move. The most curvy butt I've ever seen greeted me. From above, it looked like an inverted heart shape. By squatting down, her butt seems to be bursting the seams of her skirt.

She finally found the bloody remote control and started showing me the functions of the TV. She must have been uncomfortable with me staring at her breasts. She had her back facing me the whole time. Her butt was facing me the whole time. It's the kind which no guy would resist touching. I quickly put my hands into my trousers pockets to prevent myself from doing anything primal and getting myself into trouble.

Deciding to end all this, I popped the most important question.

"How much is the TV?"

"It's $1100, sir. But you can pay by installments. It's $70 for 24 months," she replied, and forced a smile after that.

"Ok. I'll come back again," I mumbled and left quickly, after taking a last look at her bosoms.

This didn't happen, but it SHOULD...

End...

Hanged @ 9:44 AM