first sale.  There was not much business that day.  He tried
to observe as closely as possible how the established
salesmen worked.  Once a customer was taken through the
sales steps to the point of taking a test drive or having
their car appraised, they were trapped for several hours. 
The keys for their trade in car could not be located.  They
had to wait for another person to answer their question, or
any excuse to keep the pressure on from the revolving sales
team.
     When closing time arrived, one of the salesmen still
had a customer.  Under the store policy they did not close
until the last customer purchased their car.  The salesman,
the sales manager, the finance manager and the car clean up
crew stayed until the car was delivered.  It was not a
complete sale until the customer drove their car off the
lot.  Any salesman or finance manager that suggested or
allowed the customer to come back the next day was
committing a fundamental sin.
     As it was not Strut's customer, he could leave at the
normal closing time.  He wondered if Ms. White had teased
him, or if she would really be waiting for him.  As he
walked toward his car, one of the agency's demonstrator cars
pulled along side of him.
     "Get in Johnny.  I've something special for you."
     Strut got into the car.  He managed to make a small
protest.
     "I gave up the name Johnny when I was twelve years old.
My name is John."
     "John sounds so cold.  With a satisfying meal and
everything, I'm sure you'll be more amenable."
     Strut looked at the cleavage her off the shoulder top
revealed.  She had changed into the revealing top and
shorts.  He knew it was a warm evening, but the view she
presented made him begin to have some fantasies about the
everything comment.
     Ms. White lived in a small town house in a new
development.  She pressed the garage door opener on her sun
visor as they approached the building.  They entered the
kitchen from the garage.
     "Everything is still cooking.  Come in the living room
and relax.  It'll be a while before the food has finished
cooking."
     They passed through the dinning area, where the table
was laid, ready for the meal.  As soon as they reached the
living room, She removed Strut's tie.  It was mandatory for
salesmen to wear ties.
     "Get comfortable.  It's too hot for ties and long
sleeve shirts."
     She proceeded to unbutton his shirt.  She gave him a
strong and wet kiss.  Her tongue explored the inside of his
mouth searching for his tonsils.  Her hands moved across his
chest under his open shirt.  He began responding to her
demanding tongue and hands.
     "Come with me."
     Her voice was still the commanding and had the
seductive tone that she used with him since their first
meeting.  Strut was not inexperienced at sex, but he had
never experienced the force and variety this woman gave and
demanded.
     Two hours later Strut uttered his first comprehensible
words.
     "You're fabulous.  I never had such and experience."
     "It'll be even better.  Sex, like me, improves with
age."
     "I don't even know your first name."
     "Its Josehpene, but you call me Jo."
     There it was again.  She didn't say you can call me Jo,
or my friends call me Jo.  She made an order.  Strut was not
use to this type of relationship with a woman, even if it
was rather subtle.  He may be putting more into this than
was there, but it tended to excite him.  All of his previous
girl friends constantly sang the baby blues.  They whined to
get their way.
     "Are you hungry?"
     "Yes.  I hope dinner isn't burned."
     "Don't worry it is on a slow boil, just like me."
     Strut emerged from the bathroom and looked for his
clothes.   He could hear Jo in the kitchen.
     "Where are my things?"
     "Oh, you won't need them for a while.  I put them
away."
     Strut thought it was just like hiding the customer's
keys at the car agency.  He headed for the kitchen to
confront his jailer.
     He entered the kitchen stark necked.  Jo was putting
the food into the serving dishes.  She wore only a small
apron and high heels.  His resolve for conflict melted
always his desire began to grow at the sight of her.
     "How cute, but you need your dinner.  I left a robe for
you on the bed.   Get it and come to the table."
     Again Strut submitted without a word of protest.  He
could hardly understand his growing excitement at submitting
to her commands.  They were not strong or cruel demands, but
he normally would have had some reaction other than
submission.  He was making something out of what was her
normal speaking manner.  The idea of her preventing him from
leaving aroused his normal hostile reaction, but he
suppressed it.  It increased his excitement.  He would play
her game to have her again.
     The sheer black robe on the bed gave Strut a shock.  It
was not Jo's.  It was far too large.  It was short, but
definitely cut for a man.  He put it on.  It came to the top
of his thighs.  There was nothing else to wear, so he
returned, as ordered to the dinning table.
    "That suits you very well, Johnny.  Now let's eat, no
sex until after dinner."
    The idea there would be more sex after dinner,
suppressed any protest he might have.
     "How do you like your job so far?"
     "So far so good, but I've only started."
     "You haven't had an opportunity of receiving a tongue
lashing from Mr. Agina yet?"
     "No. Is he that bad?  What's he like?"
     "His father came here from England when he married an
American.  His grandfather got to England from Nigeria the
same way.  He married an English girl while he was at school
in England.  Mr. Agina is a quarter black, and uses it to
his advantage instead of his disadvantage."
     "What do you mean?"
     "It's all roomers, you understand, but there are enough
strange things going on in the business office to give it a
lot of credence.  It is said that his grandfather made a lot
of money by constantly luring some foolish business men to
Nigeria to be part of a swindle against the government
there.  They found themselves kidnapped and held for a large
ransom."
    "Didn't his grandfather get into trouble?"
    "No.  The men from England were always in trouble at
home because of their activities, so they didn't prosecute. 
The Englishmen would make some small business with Nigeria
before they went there, to make a test of the deal.  This
business would always be in violation of British law, and
they were subject to blackmail by the Nigerians."
    "What has this to do with Mr. Agina?"
    "I understand that he borrowed the money to get into the
car business from his family in England and Nigeria.  He
pays them back with strange deals on cars.  I don't know how
it works, but I do know we ship a lot of cars out of the
country far below cost."
     "I saw in the car warrantee that it is not good outside
of the United States or Canada."
     "I don't know how it works, but only his American
relatives are allowed to do work in the accounting office,
and he makes several trips out of the country each year."
     "Perhaps it is just for family reasons, or you could be
right he could be doing something strange.  Speaking of
something, strange, this robe is a little strange for me."
     "I think it is very sexy.  Don't you like to turn me
on?"
     As she spoke, she rose from her chair, let her apron
fall, and came over to Strut.  Her hands rubbed the shear
material, and found their way inside.
     "Tell me you want to turn me on, Johnny."
     Strut acknowledged that he wanted to turn her on as she
wrapped her fingers around him and pulled him into the
bedroom.
     "You like it, don't you Johnny?  Tell me you'll do
whatever I tell you to do."
     Strut's emotion was growing by the moment.  The strange
high he had got from submitting to this woman was
backlashing into demanding lust.  He ripped off the robe,
and thrust his desire into her.
     "I'm going to have you.  I'm going to fuck the life out
of you."
     His submissive behavior had vanished.  He was in
control.  He had more desire and sexual strength than he had
ever had.  He stabbed his desire in her like a knife, again
and again.  At three in the morning the bed looked like a
battle ground with bed clothes, pillows and the torn robe
scattered around, the still smiling, Jo.
     "You must get some sleep.  Your clothes are in the
living room closet.  I need my sleep too."
     Strut got dressed.  Just before he left, Jo smiled in
the same sly way.
     "Be here at nine o'clock tomorrow night, Johnny."
     Strut only said goodnight, and left.  Another command.
He would see her only when he was ready.
     When he caught a glimpse of her the next day, he knew
he would be ready that evening.     
     Strut's first sale differed from the standard pattern.
There was an accident at the street corner by the agency.  A
late model car ran a stop sign and crashed into the side of
a Chevrolet pick up truck.  Strut looked out of the show
room window at the sound of the crash.  A moment after the
crash the pickup truck burst into flames.  The driver of the
truck and the car both ran from the truck's fire ball.
     The driver of the car fell, but quickly got up and
continued his dash to safety.  He was about Strut's age and
dressed in casual, but expensive looking clothes.  His
clothing was covered with dirt.  He looked at himself and
shook his head as he tried to brush the dirt away.  He was
slightly over weight, but not fat.  He had chestnut hair and
glasses.  Strut thought he looked familiar.  Neither he nor
the farmer appeared to be hurt, and after the police had
issued the young man a ticket, he walked into the car
agency.
     Strut recognized him as a fellow Indiana University
student.  He was a popular fraternity man.  As he was a
pre-Med. student, their paths had never crossed.  As Strut
did not engage in high profile student activities, he was
sure that his fellow student did not recognize him.  Strut
greeted him in the prescribed manner, and asked if he were
hurt.
     "No I am fine, but I'm late, and I need a car in a
hurry.  How much is that red convertible there?"
     Strut quoted him the suggested retail price, and
started to point out the special features of one of the most
expensive cars in the show room.
      "Never mind all of that.  I need a car now.  Can I
take it with me if I write you a check?   I'm late for a
date with Diana Lutz.  We're going to Chicago for the
weekend.  If you ever saw her, you would understand my
urgency.  I have to change and clean up."
     Strut had seen her.  She was nick named "Goddess
Diana."  She turned down dates on campus one after the
other.  Apparently this guy had what it took to get next to
the most fabulous body in the student body.
     "Come into my office and I'll get the paper work
started."
     "Make it fast.  You can call my bank on the check.  I
opened up an account here in Bloomington when I started
school.  There is plenty there to cover it."
     Strut took the order with the check to his manager. 

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