Negotiating With Isabella.

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Sex sells: Isabella's New Skills.

Isabella Cobelli admired her reflection in the mirror. As you could guess from the name, Isabella had Italian roots.

Her father emigrated from Italy in the eighties and met and married Isabella's English mother.

Isabella was an only child and after her father passed away suddenly when she was 14, she became very close to her mum.

Now

23 years old and graduated with an honors degree in marketing, she had

matured into a beautiful young woman. Isabella had Raven-black straight

hair which hung all the way down to the small of her back. She often

wore it in a French plait which meant her pretty face was plain to see.

Isabella

had light olive skin and funnily enough an sprinkling of freckles

across her nose. Her hazel colored eyes were almond shaped and her

eyebrows were thicker than was considered classical beauty. Her lips

looked eminently kissable.

Today Isabella had chosen a slightly daring red lipstick to emphasize the shape of her pretty mouth.

Her

outfit was business-like and sexy at the same time. Thigh high

stockings under a grey pencil skirt, topped by a matching Bolero jacket

over a semi sheer impeccable white blouse. Isabella liked to dress in

pretty underwear and had chosen a half-cup lace bra and matching thong.

To complete the look, she had chosen two inch heels in black to give her

a little more height than her 1 meter 65.

So,

why all this bother to get all dressed up? After graduating Isabella

tried to break into a marketing job. As the economy was in a major dip,

jobs in marketing were few and far between. In fact marketing experts

were all looking over their shoulders, hoping not to get their exit

cards.

Isabella

got a job eventually in sales. Not her strongest point and she hated

when people assumed that sales and marketing were one and the same.

ECO-Hygiene was an up and coming supplier of Eco-friendly products for

industrial use.

After

two months there Isabella's sales figures were under target, and she

was concerned that she might just get her marching orders if she didn't

at least hit her goals. As a newcomer she was assigned an area in which

her predecessor had failed to drum up enough business. This

geographically difficult area lay half in the urban sprawl of London and

half in the leafy suburbs of Sussex. Isabella was struggling and

desperate to get some decent sales under her belt. Thus, what a relief

it was when, two weeks ago, all of the sales reps were invited for a

weekend sales seminar in one London's prestigious hotels. All of this on

their free time of course.

After

checking in on Friday evening, Isabella decided to have one glass of

wine at the bar to see if there was any male talent attending the

seminar. For some reason, despite her beauty, she didn't seem to be able

to hold down a relationship for long. Men of her own age bored her.

They were mostly full of themselves and only wanted to talk about their

amazing feats. Isabella had missed a father for her formative years and

found herself graduating towards more mature men. Problem there was that

most of them were married, or un-marriable, or just plain creepy.

As

she sat at the bar observing the melee of sales reps loudly proclaiming

their victories, Isabella was shocked when a woman sat next to her and

offered her a drink.

"Kate", the woman said.

"Excuse me?" replied Isabella.

"Kate Connors. Senior sales director for South East" came the reply.

"Oh,

nice to meet you." Said Isabella. "Isabella Cobrelli, My friends call

me Izzy" she replied offering her hand to Kate who shook it firmly.

"So what do you think? Any talent in here tonight?" asked Kate.

Isabella blushed.

"Aw come on", said Kate. "I know the drill. Been here many times and had my share of dalliances"

"Well"

said Isabella "Up until now, not much interesting to see here. Just lot

of guys full of themselves holding a pissing contest."

Kate laughed out loud. "I like it" she said. "You call it as it is young lady."

"What in god's name brings a beautiful woman like you to a sales conference for Industrial Hygiene products?"

"Well, it wasn't my first choice, and it may not be sexy, but it pays the rent." Answered Isabella.

"It should damn well do more than just pay the rent." Answered Kate. "What are your sales figures like?" she asked.

Isabella

blushed once more. "It's a struggle." She answered. "I haven't been

able to score any big accounts yet and I am worried I might not hit the

target."