How to get sales as a sissy

As a salesperson, my primary task is to acquire new clients. While many sales tactics can be effective, I have found that using charm and allure as a woman can be particularly successful. At times, I invite potential clients to my location, where I am typically dressed provocatively as a "woman" in lingerie when we meet. This approach has proven to be distinctive and fruitful in my line of work.
Not many people able to resist my seduction, especially when I act as a hot blonde chick with heavy makeup and showing my "assets".
The tricks is quite simple. You offer them a drink, then let them notice your smokey eyes and red lipsticks.
You can play around with your lips until they feel hot and unable to resist.
Then you can start playing their... "asset". If you are a sissy, then you should know what is the trick, because you have that "asset" as well... start from touching it, and don't forget to pain your nail with a bright red color.
Then, you can start using your mouth. You should now that there is no point to apply a red lipstick on your mouth if you're not going use it. Use your tongue while the "asset" inside your mouth. Don't forget to suck it, and strokie it up and down. Make sure that some of your lipstick stained on his "asset".
Do use some alcohol if his "asset" abit smelly, but make sure it is not a high density alcohol. *giggles*
Show him an expression that you eager and enjoy it. Let him see your heavy make up and give him an impression that you are a "slut".
Don't forget to check his expression as well. Because that's the only way to check whether he enjoy and satisfy with your "service".
Depends on situation. If you have a good feeling, you can allow him to have an access to your "backdoor". So happy sales hunting, sissy~

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