[This is the next chapter in "The Swap." Chapter 1 is entitled "Reunion."] When Xavier came out of his office, he could feel his face smiling and his dick hardening at the sight of Lincoln wandering around the showroom. Lincoln turned and smiled back at him. Neither man imagined the other had been furiously jacking off only moments before; each thought the other innocent, simply happy to be here, Lincoln for the car ride and Xavier for the sale. The car was spotless and Xavier thought not for the first time that Sid was a genius. How he cleaned up these test cars was a mystery. The two men chatted on the way to the private road - about their jobs, their hobbies, their lives. It was an effort for Xavier to keep things light, but he didn't want to scare Lincoln by blurting out something inappropriate, like "I'm dying to suck your cock." He couldn't have known that Lincoln had been thinking of Xavier while masturbating -- and getting off on it! Is it irony or a devious plan that Xavier's lightheartedness was making Lincoln think that perhaps the attraction was one-sided? At the test roadway, Xavier got out of the car and became acutely aware of his stiffened cock. He had to move it slightly to make himself comfortable. He hadn't even realized how hard he'd gotten, so caught up in chatting had he been. Lincoln watched as Xav moved clumsily to the gate to unlock it, then to a box to flick on the lighting the company had installed. As Xavier climbed back into the car, Lincoln thought he saw a prominent bulge in Xav's pants. He didn't know what to think. There could be a million explanations and Lincoln didn't want to embarrass them both by asking a stupid question like, "Are you hot for me?" Even thinking that thought shocked and excited him, but Lincoln forced himself to concentrate on enjoying the drive. Xavier buckled himself back in, then turned to Lincoln and genuinely smiled his most dazzling smile. "Are you ready? Let's go!" It was easy to focus on the thrill of the ride. When they'd been around the course a couple of times, Lincoln stopped the car near the entrance to the course and felt around for the reclining seat controls. His dick was throbbing in his pants and he needed to lay back and breathe for a moment. Xavier had a sudden flashback to "Dark Man," but pushed the ugly memory away, as he reclined his seat back as well and unbuttoned his jacket. Lincoln glanced at Xavier's crotch. There was no doubt: he had an erection. "You still get excited driving this course? You must have been here hundreds of times," Simply by acknowledging Xavier's boner, Lincoln had made the first move and Xavier felt his cock ooze a little precum. Xavier thought quickly. Should he say it's about the man rather than the ride, or will that be too forward? He turned and looked Lincoln in the eyes. His dick pulsated and he longed to reach out and stroke Lincoln's face and run his hand the length of his body. But he doesn't dare risk rejection. The longer he waited to say something, the thicker the tension became. Finally, he said, "Yes. It's like performing onstage. The thrill is always there, but some crowds are better than others. When was the last time you went to a concert?" "I've never been to one." "You're kidding!" "No." "My band has a gig this weekend. Would you like to come? You and Kate would have front row seats. I know Anne would love the company." Lincoln didn't hesitate. "Yes. I'd love to." *** When they returned to the dealership, Lincoln made it clear he was very interested in buying a car. However, instead of taking out paperwork and pumping Lincoln for details, Xavier went to a cabinet and removed a thick envelope bearing the company's logo, which he handed to Lincoln. Xavier had discovered the most effective sales tool consisted of essentially sending the customer home without having him sign or purchase anything. Rather than end up canceling because they'd felt pressured, customers found their desire to own the car increased. Once they'd had a chance to peruse the brochures of all the models in their desired style, they prepared the paperwork for themselves at their leisure and with all their necessary personal documents and account numbers to hand. On average more people chose more additional modifications and add-on features that suited their needs and desires, than when he'd attempted to push those same items on them in the course of wrapping up the sale after the first test drive. Of course, some customers returned for additional test drives on different models. But overall, Xavier's revolutionary sales technique had resulted in more sales for the dealership than haranguing or browbeating had ever produced. Xavier's sales skyrocketed, not least because the happy customers recommended him to others. "Take this home, read it over at your convenience, Lincoln. Discuss it with your wife. Make sure you're happy with the model you test-drove. You can always return and take a different model out for a ride. Once you've decided which model you'd like, we can talk about modifications and upgrades and so on." Lincoln was surprised that he wasn't being given the hard sell. When Xavier handed him his business card, Lincoln noticed it included Xavier's cell and home numbers. Lincoln extracted one of his own cards, and scribbled his home phone number on the back. They shook hands. Xavier said, "Anne or I will call you later in the week about the concert. Where, when and so on. Usually we have an after-gig party at our house and I hope you & your wife will join us for that as well." After Lincoln left, Xavier prepared to head for home. As he'd done every workday for the past 18 months, he went to the hidden niche behind his desk. It was a safe built into the brick wall, which was opened by applying pressure to a specific set of bricks that formed a door. Inside the niche sat a DVD recorder/player. He removed the disk, tucked it into his inside pocket and popped a fresh disk into the machine, ready for the next day.