Work ought to be pleasurable — smoking hot, if possible!

To hot young Dinah, life seems upside down. After all, spending all day working at a boring job pays the bills, but doesn’t leave much time for lusty encounters with hot men.

Her boss Connie is struggling to make a go of the business her father helped her start but it turns out that means requires a lot of work that interferes with her personal life. On top of that, after failed attempts at long-term relationships, pleasant encounters with a sexy customer and Dinah’s cop boyfriend have her thinking that life with one guy might be highly overrated.

Connie's failing security company, a botched seduction in an attempt to get an investor for a porn movie, set the stage for these lusty characters to travel a road that leads to mistaken identity, a suspected kidnapping, a screen test for a porn movie, and a rescue attempt that changes the lives of everyone involved.

An insane and explicitly sexy tale.

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Dinah came to an important realization. After far too many hours spent sitting at her stupid, uncomfortable desk in an empty office, as she was doing now, with nothing to do by wait and hope a customer would walk in the door, she finally understood the fundamental problem.

Life was upside down.

Most of her time, all day, five days a week, was taken up working at some boring job (this, or something like it) just so that she could pay rent, eat, and have nice clothes. And then she spent whatever money she had left and the few hours left in the week, trying to hook up with sexy men who would give what she really wanted.

A hot time in bed.

Too much time bored. Too little time getting what she wanted.

When she first saw Connie’s ad, looking for a salesperson, Dinah had thought that selling security systems would be great. All you had to do was go to rich people’s homes, or businesses, and showed them where you’d put this and that and gave them a couple of estimates. They would ooh and ah and put in an order.

You made money. A sweet commission.

You might even have a rich guy come onto to you. He might even be good looking. You might even let him ply you and take you to bed.

Even without that, the rich people would tell their friends all about the great system you sold them, and those friends would come to ooh and ah and buy their own.

And you made money.

Turned out that working in sales, like so many things in life, wasn’t working out as nicely as she expected.

First came the training, which meant sitting through three days of mind-numbing training in a small conference room in a Toledo motel. Sure, Connie, who owned the local franchise, paid for her to go, including the motel room, but it was dull.

Sure, you kind of needed to know how the system worked before you could explain it to customers, and that took training, but she hadn’t counted on it being so dull. She’d hope she’d meet some other sparkling young aspiring salespeople, but the rest of the class were middle-aged men (as bored as she was) who’d lost jobs selling some other product and were switching lines.

After a long day of training, she was exhausted and the motel was smack dab in the middle of nowhere at all. The cable system didn’t even have a porn channel, that’s how bad it was.

Three days of hell.

And when you got down to it, all the information was in the brochures that Connie had piled around the office.

And then, when she got back, there was the selling part. The not selling anything at all, part. After three weeks, she hadn’t sold anything. She hadn’t even talked to her first customer. She came back from the ordeal of training, all ready to unleash her smooth, practiced pitch, and not one person had come in the door. The vision she’d had, the way she’d pictured it, she would sit in the office and help customers who swarmed in, asking her to show them how their system would protect their valuables.

After all, the main company ran television commercials that gave Connie’s contact information and urged them to do that.

But no one was coming in.

Connie seemed to think it was her fault.

Nicola Nichols

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