Stevenage Seduction
"Car saleswoman Adaeze has closed a thousand deals—but the thick Ethiopian buyer who haggles all afternoon wants something the warranty doesn't cover."
The haggling lasted three hours.
Meron was relentless—testing every number, questioning every feature. Her thick body commanded the showroom, Ethiopian accent sharp with intelligence.
"Final offer," Adaeze said.
"Is it?" Meron leaned forward. "I think you can do better."
"The car or something else?"
"Why not both?"
The showroom closed at six.
Meron lingered, supposedly reviewing paperwork.
"I know what you're doing," Adaeze said.
"Do you? Then you know I'm interested in more than the car."
"You're a customer."
"The sale is closed. Now I'm just a woman who wants something else."
In the display model—a luxury sedan with tinted windows—they negotiated different terms.
"The seats are comfortable," Meron observed.
"Very."
"Let's test them properly."
She pushed Adaeze back and straddled her thick thighs.
The test drive was unconventional.
Meron rode Adaeze in the backseat, windows steaming, leather creaking.
"Good torque," Meron gasped.
"Excellent handling," Adaeze agreed.
They came together, laughing at their own jokes.
"I'll take the car," Meron said afterwards.
"I assumed."
"And you. Can I take you too?"
"That wasn't in the contract."
"Consider it an amendment." She kissed Adaeze slowly. "I always get what I negotiate for."
The car was delivered the next week.
The relationship that followed was permanent.
"Best purchase I ever made," Meron would say about the sedan.
But she wasn't really talking about the car.
Stevenage's top saleswoman had finally met her match.
And the match drove a hard bargain—in the best possible way.