Bad Salespersonship vs Good
So I'm heading west on Lisbon and there's surprisingly a lot of options standing around. I cruise past a couple of them, take a right at the next corner, and when I'm reapproaching their corner from the side street, the cute little spinner in the red wig has come halfway down the block to meet me. Red wig jumps in, makes the requisite LEO check, and asks what I'm looking for. "A little road head," I say. "What's that, you want me suck you while you're driving?" "No, just a blow job. " "Okay, whachu got?" "I don't know, what do you usually charge?" "What do you usually pay?" "For road head? $20. ".
[I]If this were an audio rendition of events, this is where the sound of a needle scraping across a record album would be imposed over my narration.[/I]
(Imagine screechy indignation here.) "20? 20? It doesn't pay me to get in a car for 20! 20? Really? Look, I got three kids. What's 20 going to do for me? I'm not one of these cheap hoars out here. Damn. If I'd knowd this, I wouldn'ta come down here. 20? I need 40 just to get in someone's car. I got three kids. I need 40 at least. Shit, my rent's $450! " [I]Where the fuck do you get a place for $450 that will house a family of four? I have even less empathy now, since she's a bad liar."[/I].
Something goes wrong in her purse and apparently her Lee Press-Ons have come off. She asks if she can doctor her fingernails, but the entire time she continues the tirade about having three kids and 20 aint going to do it etc. Etc. Etc. I got the feeling that she was stalling, waiting for me to cum to my senses and see the logic of her situation. I did see the logic of the situation; Time to go.
So first let me say, I don't give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut about your kids. I feel sorry for them that they've got a hooker for a mother, but as far as putting food in their mouths, that's NMP. I do care about getting my dick sucked, and I care about getting what I perceive as a good deal to do it. Sorry your little bastards have to eat Ramen again tonight, but I got to run lady.
Compare that to:
About 5:00 pm this evening (the same evening), I'm crossing Teutonia on one of the side streets north of Center. I have to stop due to traffic, and a cute little spinner shoots me a nice smile from the corner. I smile back, she walks to the car, I say "You look cold," and she gets in.
"Hi, I'm Fantasy!" Same bullshit as always, "Are you a cop?" "No, are you?" "No, see?" she says flashing two very small firm titties at me. Blah blah blah. "Whachu want" "Road head" "Whachu pay?" "I usually pay $20. ".
"OKAY! LET'S DO IT!
I give her the $20, we find a spot and she asks if I've got a rubber, "Nope. " I usually get a tip for bareback. I gladly agree. As she's sucking, I ask, "Do you swallow?" "That's extra. " "How much?
"TEN!
Well alrighty then! 20 for a suck and spit, 30 for a BBBJCIMSW! Hellz yeah!
After she finished gobbling more of my next generation, I find I only have a 20 on me. I give it to her gladly. Did I mention I twisted and pinched those little titties as she was making sure I would never impregnate a woman with that particular load of semen? $40 for exactly what I wanted? Even the cheapest of cheap bastards, the Ol' Coochie Eater unScrooged his pocketbook for the thrill.
Very cute, petite, nice full DSL, perky little titties that can take some abuse, and reasonable prices. What's wrong with this picture? Of course, no cell phone. But she says she's out there every day around the same time. We'll see.
And I don't even know if she's got three starving brats at home.
Coochie (Easily swayed by a good sales pitch) Eater.
God Bless you all!
P.S. So the moral is: appeal to your customer's wants; describe your product or service in terms of benefits, not features; don't sell on price, emphasize quality. And for fuck's sake, don't _itch.
Does it smell a little fishy?
If it smells like trout, kick them out.