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Bouncing Balls - Part 1
Wed Jul 12, 2017 11:13pm

Quite why they had decided that I would be suitable material as a door to door salesman for beauty products I don't know. Apparently some guru in marketing had come up with the idea. He said that the stunning girls who usually sold such things might put some women off. That flattery from a man would be more effective. Anyway when my job in accounts was made redundant I was offered this as an alternative. I couldn't turn it down, there weren't many jobs in expenses control with modern computerisation.

I knew the girls by name, if not by sight. I'd been dealing with their expenses for years. I was always having to pull them up on something. They seemed to think they could buy drinks on expenses for a start. They tried to wheedle me, but I know how to stay firm. There was no way those girls could get me to do anything I didn't want to do. Sometimes they had to wait over a week before they got them paid! And some mighty funny ones there had been. I had queried Monica's receipt for a Mark II Fanny Tickler, but she had explained that it was to enable her to demonstrate special female products to the customers. I didn't ask for any further clarification, to be honest I didn't want to know. Then Tracey had submitted a receipt for full body spray tan, waxing and intimate bleaching. I had queried that forcefully, but had had to back down when she offered to show me the result.

That was after I'd been offered the new job. She'd said that all the reps had to have it done. It was company policy. I didn't want to do it, but well, if everybody had it done. It was embarrassing enough getting it done in the first place. Young chit of a girl at the salon! I had to take all my clothes off while she sprayed me down and then - well talk about embarrassing - I hadn't realised what was going to be bleached. I mean the girl said everyone was having it done, but who's going to see there! I mean it's not as if I was going to be displaying that to all the girls! Anyway when I put the claim in it was turned down! I'd just claimed for the tan as well. Far too embarrassing to claim for the other things. My new boss just laughed, she said the girls had been having me on.

So there I was, tanned and a bit of a laughing stock among the girls; from their giggles they must have known what else I'd had done. Mind you they were all tanned as well, so I bet they'd all had the treatment!

And I was at the annual training course on how to persuade the female populace to buy our wonderful products.

"Persuading the Customer". That was the name of the course. It was all pretty tedious stuff I'm telling you, until it got to the end of the day. We had a late addition to the course. A lady called Veronica who was apparently going to demonstrate how you could make somebody do something they really wouldn't want to do.

"Can I have a volunteer for this demonstration," she asked.

Well, nobody can get me to anything I don't want to do. Nobody was able to get stupid expenses claims past me! Not for at least a week, or a few days, at any rate. Not that I was going to volunteer. I certainly didn't want to be any sort of guinea pig, Tracey would volunteer, she was a right show-off.

But nobody moved. Veronica looked straight at me.

"You look the sort that can be easily persuaded," she said.

"Not me," I replied, "you'll not get me to do anything I don't want to do."

"Well in that case you won't mind volunteering."


"I think you are worried you'll be made to do something you don't want to do."

"Not at all."

"Then what are you afraid of?"


"Then you'll volunteer. Well done. A round of applause for our volunteer ladies!"

"Yes... Well... Of course... If you put it like that..."

"So there we are. He's just agreed to do something he didn't want to do. Men! So easily manipulated! Now if you'll just wait outside the room and I'll explain to the girls what's going to happen."

So there I had to sit, listening to muted voices interrupted with guffaws of laughter. Whatever it was she was planning she was making it sound funny.

So I was a bit nervous when I went back in. The girls were all looking sort of expectant. What was I going to have to do?

"Right," said Veronica, "I'm going to teach you how to juggle."

Teach me how to juggle. What had that got to do with the price of tea in China! How stupid. I had no problem in being taught how to juggle.

She handed me three juggling balls.

"What do I do with these?"

"Juggle with them of course."

"I thought people juggled with just two balls."

"Well that just shows how wrong you can be. It's much easier to juggle with three. They take longer to go up and down. But you still need to concentrate. A lot! Because if you get to complete the task at the end the girls are going to get a big treat and you wouldn't want to let them down would you? Can you concentrate?"

"Of course. I'll not let anybody down."

"That's what I thought. You look to me like a quick learner. And you're going to have to be if the girls are going to get their treat. Do you think he can do it girls?"

"Not a chance," somebody said to loud guffaws.

Not a chance eh? Well I'd show them. If they were relying on me I wouldn't be letting them down.

"Right. This what you do. Just follow me. Hold two balls in the left hand and one in the right hand. Toss up one in the left hand," I followed her exactly, "and when it is at the top of the throw, throw up the one in the right hand like this, and when that reaches the top throw up the remaining one in the left hand, and just keep tossing. On in the left, one in the right and one in the air at all times."

It looked easy when she did it but my balls went all over the place. It took five minutes before with total concentration I could get all three going at the same time. It was good. I was really proud of myself. As long as I concentrated completely I could keep it going.

"I think he's got it girls. He's really got the knack. See. I told you you were a quick learner. I think the girls are going to get their treat after all. Are you willing to do the next part of the task so the girls will get their treat. They're relying on you. You won't let them down will you?"

"No way," I said, proud of my newly acquired juggling skills.

"Right. For this task you need to put on your jugglers' costume."

"My what?"

"Your costume. These."

And she held up a pair of brief gold lamé panties.

"I can't wear those."

"Why ever not?"

"Well they're... Well... Rather brief."

"Well that's what jugglers wear. You're not shy are you? I think you'd look good in them. Wouldn't he look good in them girls?" A big cry of assent went up. "I mean your not shy about wearing a bathing costume at the pool are you?"

"Of course not."

"And you think you look good in a costume. Slim manly figure?"

"Well yes..."

"So? What are you waiting for?"

I had thought I could keep my underpants on underneath, that that would disguise any unfortunate bulge. Then I looked at the panties. They were very brief, not quite a thong, but not much better. Wearing those was going to be embarrassing to say the least

"I mean..." It was more than a bit embarrassing to tell the truth, but I thought of a way out. "There's nowhere for me to get changed," I said.

"That's no problem," she said, "you can get changed in the Ladies room."


"Through that door. It's quite private."

The trouble is when you try to get out of something with an excuse and the excuse is knocked on the head. There's nowhere to go. Except into the Ladies that is.

"But... Well, they're rather brief."

"But you said you weren't shy. You're not going to let everyone down just out of silly modesty are you?"


"Good. Give him a round of applause girls."

After that what could I do? The costume was even briefer than I had thought. How had I ever thought I could keep my underwear on. They were very brief and they were very tight. I looked in the mirror. At least I was nicely tanned. But there was a distinct bulge at the front and not for the first time in my life I wished mine weren't quite so big.

I crept out into the hall. There was a big gasp.

"Oh dear," said Veronica, "you do look embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?"

"Um... Well..." I didn't like to admit to it.

"You're really embarrassed aren't you?"

"Well, yes..."

"And you look as if you really don't want to do this."

"Well... Yes."

"You see girls. We've made him do something really embarrassing that he didn't want to do. And it was really easy wasn't it."

She handed me back the juggling balls.

"Now let's see if we can embarrass him some more!"

    • Bouncing Balls - Part 2Little Joe, Wed Jul 12 11:15pm
      So, when they told us that nuisance from Expenses was moving to join us in the sales department we nearly had a fit laughing. What Numpty had thought that up. Apparently they had been trying to get... more
      • Love this story!gocarty, Thu Jul 13 10:22am
        The naivete of the main character makes the whole story much more fun (and not just a mean girl exercise). And between the incredible body, the all-over tan, and the bleaching, by the end he has... more
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