02-11-2022, 06:07 PM
After a couple of minutes he went back in.
"Nisha, I'm so sorry but Padma has been delayed. She sends her apologies but she won't be able to make it back for ages."
"Oh, well that's a shame." Nisha was disappointed. She'd already hit her week's sales target which meant that a high proportion of everything she sold today would be converted to commission in her pocket.
"But she's told me what she likes and said to surprise her with a few things. I've got to say there's loads of good stuff in here," he said, sensing her frustration and pointing to one of the brochures. "I think I'd like to get her quite a few things, if that's OK."
He could almost see Nisha's eyes light up as she sniffed an impending sale.
Nisha considered. She knew that she was alone in a house with a strange man and was potentially putting herself at risk. But he looked so harmless and she so wanted to be able to prove to the semi-sceptical Vivek that she could be a real success in this career.
"OK. Is there anything in particular you like the look of?" she smiled.
Gangadhar sat down next to her and pointed randomly to the open page. The picture showed a stunning young woman wearing a lacy red bra, a matching thong and suspender belt and sheer red stockings. Her nipples were obvious through the bra and the rear shot of her arse left nothing to the imagination.
"Oh, yes," Nisha gushed. "That's a very popular set." She rummaged in her case and brought out some skimpy bits of ruby lace. "Do you know what size Padma is?"
Never having seen Padma, Gangadhar didn't have a clue. He decided to take a chance. "Um, I think she's the same size as you," he said nodding to her substantial bosom.
Nisha looked puzzled. She lifted up her breasts as if offering them to Gangadhar. "Are you sure? She was about the same height and shape as me but I didn't think she had such large breasts."
Gangadhar groaned under his breath as he openly stared at her chest. He decided to push things further. "Well, it's really difficult to tell through that dress."
"OK, well let's assume she's a size 10 with a 34DD bra size for now. If you order the full set I can throw in a set of stockings for free," Clare offered, sensing that Gangadhar was really interested in a purchase.
"Hmm, I'm not sure. It's really difficult to tell what it looks like on..." Gangadhar had no idea where this was going but he could already tell that not only was Nisha desperate for an order but that she was probably going to be easy to manipulate.
Nisha paused. If this were a full party or even if she were selling to a woman alone, she wouldn't hesitate to get changed and give the customer a proper viewing. However she could just imagine Vivek's voice if he were ever to find out that she'd stripped to her underwear for a male client. But this sounded like it could be a big sale.
"Well I suppose I could model them for you..." she started uncertainly.
"Oh, that would be great!" Gangadhar enthused.
"Er, OK. Where can I change?" Nisha asked.
"Let me go and tidy up the dining room -- you can change in there." He almost capered to the dining room and when he got there, he did a little dance. He couldn't believe she'd fallen for it! He needed to stay calm and not give away his excitement.
He looked around the room. Was there anything in here to give him away? He took down two family pictures which showed Miriam and him. What about in the living room? He went back in.
Luckily Nisha hadn't bothered to look on the mantelpiece or she'd have seen several photos which would have been difficult to explain.
"Right, in you go," he said, pointing the way. "Come back in when you're ready."
Just as she left, her phone, which she'd left on top her case, began to flash, luckily in silent mode. He froze for a second and grabbed it. It looked like a local number. Carefully he pressed the answer button and quietly said, "Hello."
"Oh hello," said a cultured voice. "I was after Nisha. This is Padma Kapoor. She was due to come and see me today at two?"
Gangadhar thought quickly; he looked around the room for inspiration. "I'm sorry. Mrs. Kapoor. This is Tony Somany, Nisha's boss. Nisha has been regrettably called away. A family emergency. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience."
"Oh, I see. Well perhaps she can come and see me next Tuesday, Mr. Somany?" Padma replied.
"Erm. Yes that would be great," Gangadhar answered. "Shall we say 2pm again?"
"Yes, that's fine thanks."
"OK then. Actually please can I just confirm your address?" Gangadhar asked.
"Yes, it's 33 Acacia Drive." Gangadhar now understood why Nisha had turned up at his house -- his address was 33 Acacia Terrace. She'd made a simple mistake although Acacia Drive was at the other end of town and significantly more upmarket than this area.
"Nisha, I'm so sorry but Padma has been delayed. She sends her apologies but she won't be able to make it back for ages."
"Oh, well that's a shame." Nisha was disappointed. She'd already hit her week's sales target which meant that a high proportion of everything she sold today would be converted to commission in her pocket.
"But she's told me what she likes and said to surprise her with a few things. I've got to say there's loads of good stuff in here," he said, sensing her frustration and pointing to one of the brochures. "I think I'd like to get her quite a few things, if that's OK."
He could almost see Nisha's eyes light up as she sniffed an impending sale.
Nisha considered. She knew that she was alone in a house with a strange man and was potentially putting herself at risk. But he looked so harmless and she so wanted to be able to prove to the semi-sceptical Vivek that she could be a real success in this career.
"OK. Is there anything in particular you like the look of?" she smiled.
Gangadhar sat down next to her and pointed randomly to the open page. The picture showed a stunning young woman wearing a lacy red bra, a matching thong and suspender belt and sheer red stockings. Her nipples were obvious through the bra and the rear shot of her arse left nothing to the imagination.
"Oh, yes," Nisha gushed. "That's a very popular set." She rummaged in her case and brought out some skimpy bits of ruby lace. "Do you know what size Padma is?"
Never having seen Padma, Gangadhar didn't have a clue. He decided to take a chance. "Um, I think she's the same size as you," he said nodding to her substantial bosom.
Nisha looked puzzled. She lifted up her breasts as if offering them to Gangadhar. "Are you sure? She was about the same height and shape as me but I didn't think she had such large breasts."
Gangadhar groaned under his breath as he openly stared at her chest. He decided to push things further. "Well, it's really difficult to tell through that dress."
"OK, well let's assume she's a size 10 with a 34DD bra size for now. If you order the full set I can throw in a set of stockings for free," Clare offered, sensing that Gangadhar was really interested in a purchase.
"Hmm, I'm not sure. It's really difficult to tell what it looks like on..." Gangadhar had no idea where this was going but he could already tell that not only was Nisha desperate for an order but that she was probably going to be easy to manipulate.
Nisha paused. If this were a full party or even if she were selling to a woman alone, she wouldn't hesitate to get changed and give the customer a proper viewing. However she could just imagine Vivek's voice if he were ever to find out that she'd stripped to her underwear for a male client. But this sounded like it could be a big sale.
"Well I suppose I could model them for you..." she started uncertainly.
"Oh, that would be great!" Gangadhar enthused.
"Er, OK. Where can I change?" Nisha asked.
"Let me go and tidy up the dining room -- you can change in there." He almost capered to the dining room and when he got there, he did a little dance. He couldn't believe she'd fallen for it! He needed to stay calm and not give away his excitement.
He looked around the room. Was there anything in here to give him away? He took down two family pictures which showed Miriam and him. What about in the living room? He went back in.
Luckily Nisha hadn't bothered to look on the mantelpiece or she'd have seen several photos which would have been difficult to explain.
"Right, in you go," he said, pointing the way. "Come back in when you're ready."
Just as she left, her phone, which she'd left on top her case, began to flash, luckily in silent mode. He froze for a second and grabbed it. It looked like a local number. Carefully he pressed the answer button and quietly said, "Hello."
"Oh hello," said a cultured voice. "I was after Nisha. This is Padma Kapoor. She was due to come and see me today at two?"
Gangadhar thought quickly; he looked around the room for inspiration. "I'm sorry. Mrs. Kapoor. This is Tony Somany, Nisha's boss. Nisha has been regrettably called away. A family emergency. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience."
"Oh, I see. Well perhaps she can come and see me next Tuesday, Mr. Somany?" Padma replied.
"Erm. Yes that would be great," Gangadhar answered. "Shall we say 2pm again?"
"Yes, that's fine thanks."
"OK then. Actually please can I just confirm your address?" Gangadhar asked.
"Yes, it's 33 Acacia Drive." Gangadhar now understood why Nisha had turned up at his house -- his address was 33 Acacia Terrace. She'd made a simple mistake although Acacia Drive was at the other end of town and significantly more upmarket than this area.
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