Growing into the Job, Post 469: A New Valkyrie, p1

“Oh my god, that was awesome. I just sold an XX Fury to one of my old professors,” said Elina Koskinen, chuckling as she came to stand alongside her two fellow “Valkyries” - the company moniker for the ladies on the sales team here at the new downtown Valkyrie Motors dealership. “And she got an XY Hjalmer for her husband. We actually had them both on the lot.”

“Nice discount,” said one of the other blondes, “Not as good as on the Compact but still helps move move move them.”

The morning sun bathed the pristine lot, glinting off the line of sleek electric vehicles being displayed like gleaming sentinels. Each one boasted the minimalist but powerful aesthetic for which the upstart brand was quickly becoming known. The air was clean and crisp, the perfect late-morning setting for the kind of exclusive handoff that Valkyrie Motors had turned into an art form. 11:30 was the next one scheduled.

"I just sold one of those on Thursday, another Fury!” responded Inga, the shortest - or, should we say, least-tall - of the three strikingly identical young women, “but this lady wants it customized. She’s asking for the stereo upgrade and the green leather. And, oh yeah, the bulletproof glass.”

“Ah, cool, when is it due to come in?” questioned Sigrid, the tallest of the group. Her speech was melodic, singsong, and easily betrayed her as a recent transplant from Sweden.

“It’s only gonna take a few weeks actually,” answered Inga, “that’s crazy.”

“Production keeps ramping up up up in Seattle,” Sigrid offered, having just read the latest on the new factories that had opened up in North America, Asia and Australia. She could have gone into a whole diatribe on the advanced robotics of the new manufacturing lines, and how they’d allowed lead times for Valkyrie’s custom jobs to be cut by more than half, but she’d learned already she’d just be boring the tits off these two. Elina would be much more interested in the recent company profit reports (which were probably staggering, as always) while Inga would likely rather hear the new company song or some such stuntprat.

Inga, animated, had begun shifting from foot to foot with barely contained energy. She glanced around the lot, her bright blue eyes glowing with anticipation. 

“What’s up with you, Inga?” cracked Elina, combing out her long, straight blonde hair with long, elegant fingers. Inga, local girl here, was cute as a button but sometimes acted a bit young. The company loved her, though. 

“I still can’t believe our 11:30 today,” the blonde replied, “Did you see her online last night, the Channel 5 stuff? I mean, Marjorie wanted all three of us for the handoff? That never happens.”

Sigrid, standing with her hands clasped behind her back, gave a small smirk. “Yeah she’s got a custom custom custom job unlike any one I’ve seen before,” she said with musical lilt, “I helped her pick everything out. And It’s not just the tech. They needed to make serious modifications to the chassis and frame dimensions. It’s basically custom from the wheels up. I can’t believe they got it done so quick.” Another testament to Valkyrie Motors’ awe-inspiring technology. 

Elina, straightening the shoulders of her tiny white jacket over her impressive set of shoulders and even more impressive bust, interjected. “Yeah, Marjorie’s a Shield Maiden, now-“

“Yeah, so cool, good for Marjorie!” gushed Inga. 

“…and was obviously, like, able to pull some strings. She had some help, I’m sure,” Elina continued, generally not liking to be interrupted but mollified by her coworker’s adorable enthusiasm, “Some local drug company, I think, is paying for everything.” Elina gave a small shrug, her sharp green eyes scanning the lot in a calm, businesslike manner. She always did try her best to carry herself with a cool grace, and it really had become quite effortless for her. “If she likes it, there may be a lot more sales coming from them. So our 11:30 needs that little bit of Valkyrie Motors’ ‘extra attention’, I guess.”

All three of the tall blondes gave a quick, subtle glance at the several other - all tall blondes themselves - sales associates wandering the lot, tending to customers. When Inga continued, leaning in conspiratorially, she was careful not to let her voice carry too far.

“By Astrid’s grace Marjorie will send them all our way, too, huh?” she offered, eyes widening slightly and her usual enthusiasm bubbling up as she turned to Elina, who stood beside her with her arms crossed under her big boobs. 

Elina nodded. The commissions would be fantastic. Though the salary here was good, the tuition bills from Westhall’s school of management were nothing to sneeze at, so to Elina every sale counted. She glanced down at Inga’s watch. Yes, it was a sleek, black piece of tech but didn’t necessarily match the aesthetic of the Valkyrie Motors brand. “What time is it, Inga?”

The buxom blonde glanced down at it. “It’s, um, almost 11:30.”

“She should be here any minute now,” Elina followed, “What does she look like, Sigrid?”

“Oh, you will know her when you see her,” the tallest of the three answered, breaking her short silence with a light chuckle.

“Yeah if I had my phone I’d show you her Insta,” offered Inga, her grin widening. 

“Definitely larger than life,” Sigrid added, idly running her hand down the sleek lines of the brilliant white XX Empress luxury sedan they were standing aside. 

“Well, I don’t see any fancy cars pulling up,” Elina said, finally uncrossing her arms, straightening up and exhaling softly, “You think she’s running late?”

Just then, Sigrid’s sharp gaze flicked toward the sidewalk at the far end of the lot, her eyes narrowing slightly and a smile creeping across her dimpled cheeks. “Wait wait wait. I think that might be…”

All three women turned to look. Down the sidewalk, they saw a strikingly tall woman walking briskly toward them, her long strides purposeful. The figure grew larger as she approached, her silhouette unmistakable - a statuesque woman, standing out even from a distance, but what was most surprising wasn’t just her height….

“Yep yep yep, that’s her,” said Sigrid.

…it was what she was carrying on her back.

The three saleswomen exchanged glances, their lips curling into incredulous smiles. Their 11:30 appointment wasn’t just walking toward them - she was carrying a person, piggyback style, as if they weighed nothing at all.

“Well, that’s…different,” Elina said, a little stunned as she watched the scene unfold. She leaned in to Sigrid. “Is that her son or something? That little guy on her back?”

“No that’s her boyfriend..!” Inga added, whispering but grinning wider, “I have to show you the videos…” The buxom blond watched with admiration as the couple approached. “She’s even bigger than I thought she’d be.” 

Sigrid raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “She looks bigger than she was when I saw her a few weeks ago.” She shook her head. “And now I understand why the custom job on the XY retrofit too…”

Elina smirked, and there was something sharper in her gaze now. She turned to the others, her tone dropping to something a bit more serious. “Let’s make sure everything’s ready.”

As the three women stood a little straighter, preparing for the arrival of their special customer, the towering figure with the little man on her back came closer. She, even among the hand-picked-for-their-glorious-appearance sales team, was a woman of outstanding appearance. Tall, dwarfing even these three statuesque Valkyries, the 11:30 had a figure that went beyond eye-popping. In comparison, the man clinging to her shoulders looked absurdly puny, the expression on his face betraying his pathetic anxiety. The image was arresting and one that none of them would soon forget.

“Smile, ladies,”  Sigrid said with a wink, straightening her posture and putting on her biggest Valkyrie Motors’ grin, “this is going to be fun.”

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