The ignored trade pitch

Bobby's upholstery has to grow, so here I am, they're sales front given by Vixona. I'm meant to be stared at, as a golem sales front.

With all the anxiety attacks seem to be lesser now, a guy comes in, an adventurous hiker in his twenties.

I doubt that he's a looker, yet I'm encouraged by Bobby to “lay in your pitch and hook, so we could get the pay out, that e effective call to action”

It makes me sick. It's what needs to be done to keep engagement to keep the company growing. The social media numbers and circle, he's obsessed on more.

As his happy golem, I'm meant to serve. A service that makes my guts churn. Open up with a bally then try my best, that's what Bobby will say.

“Welcome to Bobby's! Interested in our leather couches? They are very comfortable!”

The man looked in inquiry, a subtle smile that a couch man will show and flex himself. I tried not to be flirty, it did look eager.

F***

“Oh no, thank you. I'm browsing, thank you!” He said with a grin, I couldn't decipher it.

This fair man reciprocated a grin. Here I am, looking illiterate with cocked blank grin, a deer in the headlights? I knew this literacy will get me to miss opportunities. Vixona was right. I tried to be genuine, the real deal, yet here I am. A desperate pitchman, my reserves have been taken to town within the comfort jungle.

He's still looking.. Not at the leather samples, yet he's looking at me.

I feel my leather creak the throwing up ceases, it ceases since I've got a good prospect to be showing up. Shows that I've been trying. With hidden embarrassment, I flex myself.

“We are fine merchandise!”

There I go again, he gave a chuckle and walked away. After fifteen minutes he had left me.

There I go, objectified myself into something without consciousness, into short term masculine urges. To somebody who may not be gay, or somebody. Felt so hackneyed that Bobby will encourage. All this commercialization was an approaching prison to my own loneliness that I felt like was going to be something unfortunate unless I think of a way out of it.

There's that sales offer, rejected. I breathe a sigh of relief, my love melting into indifference. I've gotton used to it.

Maybe i should of pumped my muscles myself, looked right. I don't know the perfect opportunity though.

Bobby has offered me a showroom gig, with added benefits. I wonder what's that like?

Did it wrong, again. Don't know how to crack it. I don't know anything.