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Subject: {ASSM} CAR SHOPPING (MMM/F, Mind-Control, Humiliation, Celebrity Character) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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CAR SHOPPING
(MMM/F, Mind-Control, Humiliation, Celebrity Character)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****
This story is largely influenced by Cowgirl's Shower   Please
check out the original work: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cowgirl/Shower%20.txt 
*****

Rachel Green had walked into Manhattan Chrysler, putting forth as
confident a look as possible.  She'd memorized every little piece
of statistic she'd need, every number that would be necessary  
she had studied the damn blue book as if getting ready for the
SATs...  

She hated car-shopping. But she was making good money, and it was
time to replace the old, ugly thing she drove, with a real
vehicle.  She was always intimidated by car salesmen, and always
got screwed by them - the last time she'd bought a car, she'd
paid through the nose.  This time, though,  she'd done her
homework:  They weren't gonna get her again...

At least, that had been what she thought half an hour ago   yet
now, she had no idea what had taken place...

"This way to my office, honeypot, and we'll finalize your
purchase..." the salesman led the young woman towards his
office.

Mark Carpenter had been a salesman at Manhattan Chrysler for 15
years   and he loved his job.  He'd marched over towards Rachel
as soon as the young woman entered the building, lest another
shark grab the prey.  Of course, it was an unwritten rule in this
particular dealer that Mark always got the female customers,
especially the lone, young, female customers...  He had a knack
for persuasion, dangling that famous lucky coin of his before
their pretty eyes...

Rachel had listed her demands at once:  She wanted a Grand
Cherokee, Silver-Blue, with this and that option   and she was
prepared to pay for it no more than what the blue book said, not
a penny more.

The salesman had listened to her as if tolerating the amusing
rantings of a six year old girl   all the while checking her out
in rather obvious fashion.  Mark had discovered from early on
that, contrary to the cautious attitude of a typical salesman,
treating women as mere sex objects in obvious fashion was a
surefire way of disarming them   uncomfortable and
self-conscious, they lost the will to negotiate hard.  Which was
why he'd loved seeing Rachel in such discomfort at his leering
eyes.

"A Grand Cherokee?" he'd asked, flipping his lucky coin in the
air.  "That's really a big boys car   but don't worry...  I'll
put you in a nice car ..."

Rachel had meant to object   but, then, the salesman sounded
right, even though he was such an obvious asshole!  A Grand
Cherokee was a boys' car, after all.  Perhaps, he could help her
identify something

"What's your name, darlin'?" the salesman had asked.  Rachel
hadn't liked the tone he took with her   and where did he get off
calling her honeypot or darling?  She'd answered all his personal
questions anyway, feeling like she was in some kind of
interrogation.  

"Here's the beauty I had in mind for you" the salesman had
finally said, pointing at a tiny neon-green hatch-back   it must
have been one of the ugliest cars Rachel had ever seen.  

Except, after ten minutes of listening to the salesman, she'd
found herself agreeing to buy it   at a $42,000 price tag... 
As soon as she signed the papers in Mark's office, regret washed
over her:  Had she bought a lemon?  She'd bought a lemon, hadn't
she?  An ugly, over-priced lemon.  She almost couldn't believe a
second-hand, ugly, tiny car like that could cost so much, but
that was all she could afford.  Rachel wanted to go home and cry
 it was obvious now, the damn car salesman had gotten her again,
she was screwed once more.  And it was too late to get out of
it.

"Let me just have the keys, and I'll be on my way" she said in a
breaking voice.  Here she was, a successful young woman, yet she
felt like a pathetic little teenager   why was she always so dumb
with cars?  

"Not so fast, my dear Rachel" answered the salesman.  "You got
the car   but you have to earn the keys, still!", he said
flipping his lucky coin.

Rachel couldn't recall the extremely persuasive details of her
predicament, but after 10 minutes of Mark explaining things to
him, she knew she absolutely had to do whatever it took to get
those keys   otherwise she'd have walked out of the dealer, with
no car, and no money.
  
And soon enough, it was obvious what it would take to earn the
keys...  

And soon enough, Rachel was on her knees before the salesman,
sucking his cock, despite her utter shame.  Mark enjoyed the
fancy blow-job he got from the young blonde...  and he cummed
loudly, right down her throat.  Rachel swallowed like a good
girl:  She absolutely had to get those keys.  

But Mark wasn't nearly done   the little blondie would have to
work harder to get her keys.  

Soon, Rachel was completely naked, bent over Mark's desk.  Right
before her face lied the signed sales agreement of her new car,
as the salesman fucked her from behind   so that she could get
her keys...!

A half an hour later, Mark was through, regretful that he could
not go on longer...

"Can I please have my keys now?" Rachel begged pathetically,
dying to get out and go home and cry herself to sleep.
"Well, we are all through here, honeypot" Mark said as he
buttoned his fly.  "But I gotta send the keys over to the
repair-shop   they are checking the car to make sure we don't
stick you with a total lemon!  You wouldn't wanna be screwed,
would you?"  Mark laughed in amusement.  "So, you'll have to get
your keys from those guys"...

...

By the time Rachel left Manhattan Chrysler, she'd been
gang-banged for three hours straight.  Shivering and hysterical,
she managed to climb into her new car   the tiny, second-hand,
neon-green hatchback, for which she'd paid $42,000.  She'd
thought it was the right car when Mark made her sign the
documents, but now she knew she'd have to tell her friends she
decided to go for something affordable and got a real good deal.
It was going to be embarrassing enough to have traded her car for
something worse   she'd be a laughing stock if her friends
learned how much she paid for it. 
 
She noticed a sticker on the back window: 

"MANHATTAN CHRYSLER RIDES ME HARD!"

She drove home hysterically, trying to convince herself that she
really liked her new car, and what could possibly be so wrong
about having a little fling with a bunch of mechanics and
salesman at the auto dealer?  She noticed the envelope on the
side seat after she parked.  She opened it curiously   and almost
fainted at what she found:

There they were, pictures of her, more than a dozen, naked, on
her knees, giving blow-jobs, getting fucked...  

The pictures came with a note:  "Rachel, here are some pictures
we took today.  We'll just use them as pin-ups in the repair-shop
for now.  That is, so long as you live up to the conditions in
your service & sales contract   yes, that's in the envelope,
too."  

Amidst her fear, Rachel noticed a bulky document in the envelope.
She hardly recalled all the paperwork she'd signed, so desperate
she'd been to get her keys.  The note continued:

"Per your service agreement, you will come to Manhattan Chrysler
once a week to have your car serviced.  It costs $500 a visit. 
It's a lengthy process so be prepared to spend most of your
Saturday with us   it should be a fun time.  Also, please be
advised, as per the agreement, you are not allowed to sell or
trade your car, or purchase your next car, at any dealer other
than Manhattan Chrysler!"

Rachel wanted to scream and cry in dismay.

With teary eyes, she read the end of the note:

"On a separate note, please do recommend us to all your girl
friends   we'd be glad to ride them, too!  Sincerely   your sales
rep, Mark."

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
*****
Do you like my story?  So, what is it that you like then?  The
one thing that you really like the most?  
Please let me know:  cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only
pay-off in writing, really...!)



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