Up For Sale

NSFW

I was desperate to make the sale and willing to do almost anything to close the deal. The real estate market had been in the pits for more than a year and I was feeling the pinch. I hadn't made a sale in months and I knew the company was planning on cutting the sales staff to reduce overhead. My husband, Lindsey, and I were too deeply in debt for me to allow that to happen.

My name is Stephanie or Stevie Nicks and I was twenty-six years old at the time these events took place, almost four years ago. My husband and I had been married for three years and I was nearly three months pregnant with our first child. Lindsey a guitar teacher and my income was a necessity. We'd just bought a house ourselves and were heavily in debt. If I lost my job we'd be ruined financially.

Anyway, I was showing a nice colonial to a 30ish couple from out of state, both professionals who were being transferred here by the company that employed both of them. They appeared to be rather normal, British and somewhat high class, well they appeared that way, making good salaries, and driving a Volvo. They were living the good life and not making any excuses about it. Both of them were rather good looking and I could tell that, the man, John McVie was rather stuck on himself though.

The wife, who's name was Christine , was more down-to-earth and I found her rather likeable. She was taller than me and also blonde like myself, except she had blue eyes and a slender build. She was pretty but not vain about it. She always wore slacks or jeans but still managed to look very stylish. 

I'd shown them a dozen houses and the colonial was the only one they liked enough to go back to for a second look. I found myself hoping that they'd make an offer. The house was going for just over $300,000 and my commission would go a long way toward relieving the financial pressure. They were still undecided after their second look and said they wanted to think things over. They gave me the number of the hotel where they were staying and promised to call me the following morning.

The next morning passed without a call and I had to resist a strong urge to call them. I didn't want to appear too anxious. Then, about 1:00 p.m., I got a call from Christine . She said she wanted to see the house again and asked me to pick her up. She mentioned that her husband was out on his own and wouldn't be coming with us. I picked her up in front of the hotel a few minutes later. It was a hot humid day, typical August weather around here, and she was wearing a leather vest over sleeveless top made of white skinny-ribbed cotton, a short leather skirt, and small leather heels. Her legs were bare and I felt a momentary flash of jealousy because they were very beautiful, even more beautiful than mine. The leather gave her an exotic look that was slightly disturbing in ways I couldn't define.

When she got into the car she gave me a big smile and said, "Okay, let's go. I'm in the mood to buy!" She settled into the seat, turning toward me slightly after buckling her seat belt. Her skirt rode up to show a lot of her long, firm thighs.

I was in a good mood as we drove out to the house. I had a prospect who was in a buying mood! We chatted about politics, schools, neighbourhoods, and quite a variety of other topics. Once inside the house, Christine wanted the full tour all over again - basement to attic. We spent over an hour examining every room. Then we went over the yard and the garage - 2 car, attached. Finally, we wound up back in the kitchen. The house was empty, devoid of furniture, so I wasn't surprised when Christine hoisted herself onto the counter by the sink. I picked up my briefcase and set it down on the island, then turned to face her, leaning back against the island. "Well, what do you think?"

She hesitated and kicked her heels off before replying. "I like the house. I'm prepared to sign an offer at the asking price. And I'll mention this - the company is making a major move into this area. I'll be spearheading the relocation of certain employees." She paused and glanced out the window before continuing. "About 50 of them, and I'll be in a position to recommend a real estate agency to handle things on this end. Exclusively."