A girl stopped me at Tamp Int today, asking if she could do a survey.
She talked me up, asked my age, thought I was 19, and when I told her I was 22, she high-5ed me because she was too, and somehow got me to sit at her booth. Layankan je la.
Bad move. Turns out she was trying to sell me insurance without making it seem like 'selling'. My guard was waaay up in an instant, but she was trying very, very hard to get me interested... In more ways than one.
Here was this pretty young thing, lightly made-up, slim and very sexy I must admit, with a bubbly, girlish demeanour,in a very tight, slinky, and short dress with a plunging neckline halfway down her torso. And she was visibly trying to emphasize it. Though the table was at the side, she bent forward towards me unnecessarily whenever she was writing on the paper, trying to offer me a generous look, while jerking her butt out. I had to restrain myself. She sat cross-legged facing me, exposing miles and miles of smooth, toned legs. I just sat there leaning back against the chair, trying to keep a distance. The final straw, however, was her actually rubbing her feet up and down my legs 0_0 , all the while engaging me in small talk.
I was skeptical,asking her all sorts of questions, yet at the part where she expected me to ask questions, I said I had none, which mystifed her. I wasn't going to give her encouragement. When she mentioned about her girlfriend signing up for insurance, I even asked,
"Are u a lesbian?" That made her indignant. Haha.
Though she claimed to have worked only 3-4 months, she certainly knows what she was doing. I can imagine she must have sold many a young man with such persuasive tactics, taking advantage of our animal instincts. But by God, she's not going to get the better of my hormones. Thank God I had enough common sense to see through the blatant use of her sexuality.
I escaped by faking a received phone call, and saying I had to go. She gave me her name card, asked me to fill my name and contact no, and asked me to call her out for lunch one day, smiling sweetly. I gave my name as Zulhairi, and my first-ever no, 96402204 which is non-existent now. I hightailed my way outta there real quick.
Is it ethical? Ladies, would you go to such an extent to earn a few bucks or gain a new client?
Sex may sell, but not this time.
She talked me up, asked my age, thought I was 19, and when I told her I was 22, she high-5ed me because she was too, and somehow got me to sit at her booth. Layankan je la.
Bad move. Turns out she was trying to sell me insurance without making it seem like 'selling'. My guard was waaay up in an instant, but she was trying very, very hard to get me interested... In more ways than one.
Here was this pretty young thing, lightly made-up, slim and very sexy I must admit, with a bubbly, girlish demeanour,in a very tight, slinky, and short dress with a plunging neckline halfway down her torso. And she was visibly trying to emphasize it. Though the table was at the side, she bent forward towards me unnecessarily whenever she was writing on the paper, trying to offer me a generous look, while jerking her butt out. I had to restrain myself. She sat cross-legged facing me, exposing miles and miles of smooth, toned legs. I just sat there leaning back against the chair, trying to keep a distance. The final straw, however, was her actually rubbing her feet up and down my legs 0_0 , all the while engaging me in small talk.
I was skeptical,asking her all sorts of questions, yet at the part where she expected me to ask questions, I said I had none, which mystifed her. I wasn't going to give her encouragement. When she mentioned about her girlfriend signing up for insurance, I even asked,
"Are u a lesbian?" That made her indignant. Haha.
Though she claimed to have worked only 3-4 months, she certainly knows what she was doing. I can imagine she must have sold many a young man with such persuasive tactics, taking advantage of our animal instincts. But by God, she's not going to get the better of my hormones. Thank God I had enough common sense to see through the blatant use of her sexuality.
I escaped by faking a received phone call, and saying I had to go. She gave me her name card, asked me to fill my name and contact no, and asked me to call her out for lunch one day, smiling sweetly. I gave my name as Zulhairi, and my first-ever no, 96402204 which is non-existent now. I hightailed my way outta there real quick.
Is it ethical? Ladies, would you go to such an extent to earn a few bucks or gain a new client?
Sex may sell, but not this time.
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