John Blaze
01-24-2010, 12:29 PM
All people and events are fictional. Enjoy!
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I’m not a bad person. I’ve never really set out to truly hurt anyone before. I’m not really sure how it even got to this point. But… it did. And I must admit, as much as I hate to admit it… winning feels good. Kind of weird for me to take such pleasure in another person’s humiliation…. Another person’s grief and misery. But, this really felt good. Well, I guess I should start from the beginning.
My name is Candice Smith. I sell medical equipment to hospitals. I’m Ivy league educated. I’m consistently number one at my job. I finish number one in my division for almost every contest and always max out my bpomid snd commission because I smash my quota every year. I win the awards and the nice President’s Honors trips to the exotic locations designed for the top 5% of earners in the company ….all the time. And because of this … people are jealous of me. Well that and…I’m drop dead gorgeous. I don’t say that to be conceited or sound like a diva. I say it as a matter of fact so that you can fully understand my story. I’m 5’7” inches tall. I have dark blond hair. And, quite honestly, a body to die for. I work out all the time and I’ve been blessed with what most men consider a beautiful face. I’ve done some modeling and acting in commercials and things. I have full lips and porcelain smooth skin. I have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have a nice, firm body built from years of varsity tennis in undergraduate and post graduate study.
I’ve always found men to be fairly harmless creatures. Sometimes useless too, but harmless. In fact, at an early age I discovered that I could get damn near anything I wanted from them just by being really nice. You see, men love attention. Give them a little kindness, flash a smile, and they will eat out of your hands! I’ve always used this to my advantage. Nothing too serious, just a little harmless flirting and fun… but its gotten me some really nice gifts over the years. And when it comes to my career… forget it! Combine my brains and savvy with these looks and its almost not fair! What I’ve also discovered is that there is a certain role that we attractive women have… almost an unwritten law that dictates a job we have to do for all women… all humanity even! We must squash the egos of overly conceited men! You know the type - the kind that thinks he’s all that, that any woman should drop to her knees and blow him on command. Like I said before, I’ve never really reveled in hurting anyone - but I’ve certainly embarrassed a few. There is a certain look these men get in their eyes when you crush their egos that just puts me on cloud nine! Usually with a public snide comment or laughing in their face when they approach you with no class. I once had a man insist on the tired “throwing the jacket on the puddle” routine. He was a complete ass… so I walk on it, paused as the dirty water soaked into his expensive sport coat, wiped my fet for goot measure, and then… stole the cab he thought we would share. Youy should have sen the mortified look on his face as I drove off and the people around him laughed and pointed. Up until recently, that was my “top play”. Not anymore!
So anyway every good story has a villain and this one has a few. The first time I ever realized how much I could REALLY enjoy watching a man squirm was with Ben Frost. Ben was the kind of sales person everyone hates. He was real pushy, real cocky, and spoke with a tone of cheesy one-liners like a bad infomercial. There is only one real company that makes the types of equipment I sell other then my own employer. In many areas they are killing us… not in mine! My competitor brought Ben in town from New York because… well.. quite frankly I was kicking their assess. I was closing all the major accounts and they needed to find some way to compete. This was their best salesman in the nation and he was brought in to “take me down” . I saw him waiting at a client of mine’s office. I walked over to introduce myself and he said - “I know who you are. You’re the bitch that used to be top dog around here. Well, your reign is over sister.! I’m the new sheriff in town and this is a whole new ball game!” With that he slapped my hand away - the one I had extended in friendship and stood there smirking, black hair greased back.
“New sheriff?”….”whole new ball game?”… who talks like that? Then, he sat in his convertible white Mercedes and looked my way. “Maybe one day you can have a car like this…. But I doubt it! Not after wht I’ll do to your sales!“ Then he drove off. Never mind the fact I have TWO Mercedes and a BMW. How would he know? What an arrogant ass! At that moment I wanted him crushed. Not just to outsell him, but CRUSH him. So, I did. I continued to dominate the sales in the area, but now I focused on taking his accounts away. His predecessor wasn’t very good but he was polite. This guys was a complete jerk! So one by one, I stole all of his clients. His business shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk until he was virtually business-less. There were two rumors on the street. 1) this clown was about to get fired. Everyone was laughing behind his back and to his face that I was eating him alive and he couldn’t do a damn thing. Whenever he saw me he was always real nasty with me. Jealousy at its worst. I shed no tears for his imminent dismissal.. Rumor 2) the largest hospital in the state was looking to purchase a ton of cardiovascular equipment. The kind that only two companies sell - Mine and Ben’s. We would be competing head to head for the largest deal either one of us had ever seen. If I got it, tons of bonus dollars and another #1 finish were certain. For him, it MIGHT save his job. Only one problem for little Ben…the head of cardiology was a former client of mine with another hospital and we were quite friendly. In fact, we had just had dinner together the other night.
Dr. White called me up to set an appointment. The day that I arrived I wore my power suit - look good/ feel good, right? I had on a silky smooth, form fitting black skirt suit with a semi low cut top under the jacket. It was a sunny day, so I wore my Gucci sunglasses and my Gucci stilettos to match. My nude pantyhose completed the power look. I sauntered into her office and sat down. After some pleasantries we got down to business and brokered the deal. It was all but finished when the secretary buzzed.
“Dr. White, your next appointment is here”, she said through the intercom.
Looking somewhat embarrassed, Dr. White mumbled that she had lost track of time and didn’t realize her next appointment was about to start… with my competitor… Bob. “Well,” she said “we can send him away cause the deal is yours.” she said.
I smiled and said, “To be fair, shouldn’t you at least hear him out. He drove all this way”
“He’s a clown” she replied. “You should hear him on the phone. So pushy and arrogant… and the way he speaks to my staff! “
I giggled at our mutual disdain for this man. Then I informed her not to worry. In fact, he would likely be gone soon. If he didn’t get this deal, I told her, he was toast.
Dr. White, a fairly attractive woman for her age (she just turned 50 and was in great shape) smiled and raised an eyebrow. “You mean he is desperate for this deal?”
“Desperate!” I confirmed. “In fact, a close friend of mine that works with him says that the conditions of his relocation package have him paying back his company for the expenses incurred to bring him here. He hasn’t made any money, so he’s more or less been only receiving a draw… which is being garnished!. His precious baby… his Mercedes may be re-possessed!”
Dr White smiled. “Let’s have a little fun with him then” She had an evil look in her eye. She buzzed him in and Bob walked in carrying his briefcase. When he saw me sitting there his eyes lit up. Part surprise part anger, he waited for me to stand up and leave. When I didn’t, he spoke. “What is she doing here?”
“Bob”, Dr. White started “I’ve asked Candice to come pitch her product as well. I need the best product and the best price. So sit down and show me what you’ve got.” It was a little unorhtodixed to have competitors both present, but Bob sat down and started his presentation. True to his personality, Bob spent the next 20 minutes not some much trying to sell his product but discredit mine! He did all but get up and slap me as he talked down me, my company, my products, and then offered what he thought would be a good price!
I was furious, but before I could speak Dr. White said. “Bob, that sounds decent but I think I’m going with Candice.” Bob looked scared and panicky.. Then angry. He cut his price some more… and then a third time. When Dr. White didn’t budge, he started to get borderline nasty with her. Then, as a last result… he started to beg.
“I’m sorry” she said “but I just like Candice’s products better. And, quite honestly, I like her better as well. You’re just not a nice person. You have no humility!”
“I… I … I can be humble! Please help me… I NEED this deal”
I’ll never forget what happened next! Dr. White pointed to the floor. “On your knees”
Bob froze. Did the head of cardiology at the state’s largest hospital just tell him to beg for her business… on his knees… and in front of his top competition? He paused and had a look in his eyes of disbelief. “Do you really want this business?”
Bob slipped out of his chair and got on two knees by Dr. White’s desk. I couldn’t help but giggle and he looked at me with a nasty look… but one slightly mixed with humiliation.
“Please Doctor. Please give me this deal… I can really be of great service!”
Dr. White smiled. “Of great service, huh? Lets see!” With that, she swung her chair sideways and motioned for him to crawl around the desk to be in front of her. She pushed forward so that he was in plain sight for me to see as well. Then, she crossed her legs and caught the heel of her shoe with the toe of the other. As her shoe hit the floor she extended her pant leg with the blue nyloned foot extended towards the kneeling Bob. “Then be of good service! Rub my feet. Rub the feet of a tired doctor if you are so humble and of such good service!” Bob swallowed hard but did not move. He looked at her, then looked at me. I was smiling brightly… amused at the dismantling of this jerk’s ego.
“Please.. I really need this deal!”
“You better do a good job then, huh?”
Bob turned bright red and then in front of his top competitor he stooped to a new low. He grasped her stockinged foot and started to rub. “Come on Bob”, Dr. White started “I thought you wanted this deal!” Bob started rubbing a little harder. Dr. White started to give orders - “Use your thumbs on my sole more…. Mmm that’s nice…. Tug on my toes…. More pressure on that spot” Bob obeyed like a good little foot masseuse. I periodically giggled and each time he would shoot me a nasty but embarrassed look. Dr. White was enjoying giving me such a show while using this fool for our amusement. Then she smelt blood in the water and went in for the kill!
“Bob, describe to me what my feet feel like”. Bob just stared at her with a dumb look on his face. “Tell me about my feet.” Silence. “Well, are they soft?
“Um.. Sort of…”
“Where are they not soft?”
“Well… its hard on the heel… and on the outside of the big toe…”
“What else?” Dr. White said, starting to giggle at the task she had given him. “What comes to mind as you rub my foot?”
“Stopping!”
Both Dr. White and I broke out laughing! “Seriously, tell me about my feet!” With that, she re-crossed her legs and kicked off her other shoe, extending her newly exposed foot to Bob. He dejectedly grabbed her other foot and started rubbing.
“Damp” he said. “Your feet are damp.” Then he continued to describe her feet to her as he rubbed her feet … hoping against hope for the deal! Dr. White listened to him describe the task of rubbing her feet and then, when he was done, she started making small talk with me. For the next 20 minutes, Bob knelt and rubbed her feet while we chatted about pleasant things.
Eventually the conversation turned to shoes. Peeking down she commented that she LOVED my Guccis. I repled that they looked great but weren’t broken in yet. “They’re killing my feet!”
Then, it happened. Dr. White asked - “Would you like a foot massage?”
I was tempted to say no. How could I really humiliate him anymore. Had he had enough? Then, he looked at me with such hatred in his eyes. All my distaste for this man came rushing back. “I’d love one!”
Dr. White reached down and grabbed Bob by the jaw with one hand and looked into his eyes! “You go over there and rub her feet like your career depends on it… because it might!” Then, in a humiliating act of dismissal, she placed her stockinged sole on the side of Bob’s face and shoved him in my direction. As he crawled towards me with a fearful and embarrassed look in his eyes, I knew this was going to top the “jacket on the puddle” story.
To be continued…
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I’m not a bad person. I’ve never really set out to truly hurt anyone before. I’m not really sure how it even got to this point. But… it did. And I must admit, as much as I hate to admit it… winning feels good. Kind of weird for me to take such pleasure in another person’s humiliation…. Another person’s grief and misery. But, this really felt good. Well, I guess I should start from the beginning.
My name is Candice Smith. I sell medical equipment to hospitals. I’m Ivy league educated. I’m consistently number one at my job. I finish number one in my division for almost every contest and always max out my bpomid snd commission because I smash my quota every year. I win the awards and the nice President’s Honors trips to the exotic locations designed for the top 5% of earners in the company ….all the time. And because of this … people are jealous of me. Well that and…I’m drop dead gorgeous. I don’t say that to be conceited or sound like a diva. I say it as a matter of fact so that you can fully understand my story. I’m 5’7” inches tall. I have dark blond hair. And, quite honestly, a body to die for. I work out all the time and I’ve been blessed with what most men consider a beautiful face. I’ve done some modeling and acting in commercials and things. I have full lips and porcelain smooth skin. I have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have a nice, firm body built from years of varsity tennis in undergraduate and post graduate study.
I’ve always found men to be fairly harmless creatures. Sometimes useless too, but harmless. In fact, at an early age I discovered that I could get damn near anything I wanted from them just by being really nice. You see, men love attention. Give them a little kindness, flash a smile, and they will eat out of your hands! I’ve always used this to my advantage. Nothing too serious, just a little harmless flirting and fun… but its gotten me some really nice gifts over the years. And when it comes to my career… forget it! Combine my brains and savvy with these looks and its almost not fair! What I’ve also discovered is that there is a certain role that we attractive women have… almost an unwritten law that dictates a job we have to do for all women… all humanity even! We must squash the egos of overly conceited men! You know the type - the kind that thinks he’s all that, that any woman should drop to her knees and blow him on command. Like I said before, I’ve never really reveled in hurting anyone - but I’ve certainly embarrassed a few. There is a certain look these men get in their eyes when you crush their egos that just puts me on cloud nine! Usually with a public snide comment or laughing in their face when they approach you with no class. I once had a man insist on the tired “throwing the jacket on the puddle” routine. He was a complete ass… so I walk on it, paused as the dirty water soaked into his expensive sport coat, wiped my fet for goot measure, and then… stole the cab he thought we would share. Youy should have sen the mortified look on his face as I drove off and the people around him laughed and pointed. Up until recently, that was my “top play”. Not anymore!
So anyway every good story has a villain and this one has a few. The first time I ever realized how much I could REALLY enjoy watching a man squirm was with Ben Frost. Ben was the kind of sales person everyone hates. He was real pushy, real cocky, and spoke with a tone of cheesy one-liners like a bad infomercial. There is only one real company that makes the types of equipment I sell other then my own employer. In many areas they are killing us… not in mine! My competitor brought Ben in town from New York because… well.. quite frankly I was kicking their assess. I was closing all the major accounts and they needed to find some way to compete. This was their best salesman in the nation and he was brought in to “take me down” . I saw him waiting at a client of mine’s office. I walked over to introduce myself and he said - “I know who you are. You’re the bitch that used to be top dog around here. Well, your reign is over sister.! I’m the new sheriff in town and this is a whole new ball game!” With that he slapped my hand away - the one I had extended in friendship and stood there smirking, black hair greased back.
“New sheriff?”….”whole new ball game?”… who talks like that? Then, he sat in his convertible white Mercedes and looked my way. “Maybe one day you can have a car like this…. But I doubt it! Not after wht I’ll do to your sales!“ Then he drove off. Never mind the fact I have TWO Mercedes and a BMW. How would he know? What an arrogant ass! At that moment I wanted him crushed. Not just to outsell him, but CRUSH him. So, I did. I continued to dominate the sales in the area, but now I focused on taking his accounts away. His predecessor wasn’t very good but he was polite. This guys was a complete jerk! So one by one, I stole all of his clients. His business shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk until he was virtually business-less. There were two rumors on the street. 1) this clown was about to get fired. Everyone was laughing behind his back and to his face that I was eating him alive and he couldn’t do a damn thing. Whenever he saw me he was always real nasty with me. Jealousy at its worst. I shed no tears for his imminent dismissal.. Rumor 2) the largest hospital in the state was looking to purchase a ton of cardiovascular equipment. The kind that only two companies sell - Mine and Ben’s. We would be competing head to head for the largest deal either one of us had ever seen. If I got it, tons of bonus dollars and another #1 finish were certain. For him, it MIGHT save his job. Only one problem for little Ben…the head of cardiology was a former client of mine with another hospital and we were quite friendly. In fact, we had just had dinner together the other night.
Dr. White called me up to set an appointment. The day that I arrived I wore my power suit - look good/ feel good, right? I had on a silky smooth, form fitting black skirt suit with a semi low cut top under the jacket. It was a sunny day, so I wore my Gucci sunglasses and my Gucci stilettos to match. My nude pantyhose completed the power look. I sauntered into her office and sat down. After some pleasantries we got down to business and brokered the deal. It was all but finished when the secretary buzzed.
“Dr. White, your next appointment is here”, she said through the intercom.
Looking somewhat embarrassed, Dr. White mumbled that she had lost track of time and didn’t realize her next appointment was about to start… with my competitor… Bob. “Well,” she said “we can send him away cause the deal is yours.” she said.
I smiled and said, “To be fair, shouldn’t you at least hear him out. He drove all this way”
“He’s a clown” she replied. “You should hear him on the phone. So pushy and arrogant… and the way he speaks to my staff! “
I giggled at our mutual disdain for this man. Then I informed her not to worry. In fact, he would likely be gone soon. If he didn’t get this deal, I told her, he was toast.
Dr. White, a fairly attractive woman for her age (she just turned 50 and was in great shape) smiled and raised an eyebrow. “You mean he is desperate for this deal?”
“Desperate!” I confirmed. “In fact, a close friend of mine that works with him says that the conditions of his relocation package have him paying back his company for the expenses incurred to bring him here. He hasn’t made any money, so he’s more or less been only receiving a draw… which is being garnished!. His precious baby… his Mercedes may be re-possessed!”
Dr White smiled. “Let’s have a little fun with him then” She had an evil look in her eye. She buzzed him in and Bob walked in carrying his briefcase. When he saw me sitting there his eyes lit up. Part surprise part anger, he waited for me to stand up and leave. When I didn’t, he spoke. “What is she doing here?”
“Bob”, Dr. White started “I’ve asked Candice to come pitch her product as well. I need the best product and the best price. So sit down and show me what you’ve got.” It was a little unorhtodixed to have competitors both present, but Bob sat down and started his presentation. True to his personality, Bob spent the next 20 minutes not some much trying to sell his product but discredit mine! He did all but get up and slap me as he talked down me, my company, my products, and then offered what he thought would be a good price!
I was furious, but before I could speak Dr. White said. “Bob, that sounds decent but I think I’m going with Candice.” Bob looked scared and panicky.. Then angry. He cut his price some more… and then a third time. When Dr. White didn’t budge, he started to get borderline nasty with her. Then, as a last result… he started to beg.
“I’m sorry” she said “but I just like Candice’s products better. And, quite honestly, I like her better as well. You’re just not a nice person. You have no humility!”
“I… I … I can be humble! Please help me… I NEED this deal”
I’ll never forget what happened next! Dr. White pointed to the floor. “On your knees”
Bob froze. Did the head of cardiology at the state’s largest hospital just tell him to beg for her business… on his knees… and in front of his top competition? He paused and had a look in his eyes of disbelief. “Do you really want this business?”
Bob slipped out of his chair and got on two knees by Dr. White’s desk. I couldn’t help but giggle and he looked at me with a nasty look… but one slightly mixed with humiliation.
“Please Doctor. Please give me this deal… I can really be of great service!”
Dr. White smiled. “Of great service, huh? Lets see!” With that, she swung her chair sideways and motioned for him to crawl around the desk to be in front of her. She pushed forward so that he was in plain sight for me to see as well. Then, she crossed her legs and caught the heel of her shoe with the toe of the other. As her shoe hit the floor she extended her pant leg with the blue nyloned foot extended towards the kneeling Bob. “Then be of good service! Rub my feet. Rub the feet of a tired doctor if you are so humble and of such good service!” Bob swallowed hard but did not move. He looked at her, then looked at me. I was smiling brightly… amused at the dismantling of this jerk’s ego.
“Please.. I really need this deal!”
“You better do a good job then, huh?”
Bob turned bright red and then in front of his top competitor he stooped to a new low. He grasped her stockinged foot and started to rub. “Come on Bob”, Dr. White started “I thought you wanted this deal!” Bob started rubbing a little harder. Dr. White started to give orders - “Use your thumbs on my sole more…. Mmm that’s nice…. Tug on my toes…. More pressure on that spot” Bob obeyed like a good little foot masseuse. I periodically giggled and each time he would shoot me a nasty but embarrassed look. Dr. White was enjoying giving me such a show while using this fool for our amusement. Then she smelt blood in the water and went in for the kill!
“Bob, describe to me what my feet feel like”. Bob just stared at her with a dumb look on his face. “Tell me about my feet.” Silence. “Well, are they soft?
“Um.. Sort of…”
“Where are they not soft?”
“Well… its hard on the heel… and on the outside of the big toe…”
“What else?” Dr. White said, starting to giggle at the task she had given him. “What comes to mind as you rub my foot?”
“Stopping!”
Both Dr. White and I broke out laughing! “Seriously, tell me about my feet!” With that, she re-crossed her legs and kicked off her other shoe, extending her newly exposed foot to Bob. He dejectedly grabbed her other foot and started rubbing.
“Damp” he said. “Your feet are damp.” Then he continued to describe her feet to her as he rubbed her feet … hoping against hope for the deal! Dr. White listened to him describe the task of rubbing her feet and then, when he was done, she started making small talk with me. For the next 20 minutes, Bob knelt and rubbed her feet while we chatted about pleasant things.
Eventually the conversation turned to shoes. Peeking down she commented that she LOVED my Guccis. I repled that they looked great but weren’t broken in yet. “They’re killing my feet!”
Then, it happened. Dr. White asked - “Would you like a foot massage?”
I was tempted to say no. How could I really humiliate him anymore. Had he had enough? Then, he looked at me with such hatred in his eyes. All my distaste for this man came rushing back. “I’d love one!”
Dr. White reached down and grabbed Bob by the jaw with one hand and looked into his eyes! “You go over there and rub her feet like your career depends on it… because it might!” Then, in a humiliating act of dismissal, she placed her stockinged sole on the side of Bob’s face and shoved him in my direction. As he crawled towards me with a fearful and embarrassed look in his eyes, I knew this was going to top the “jacket on the puddle” story.
To be continued…