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Both men could clearly hear the woman’s moans through the intercom.  Her breathing was harsh and uneven.  Her voice trembled.  And she was repeatedly telling someone to fuck her.  Loudly.

The sounds coming out of the speaker were at odds with the room the two men were in.  They were surrounded by equipment that costs thousands of dollars.  It was tidy but cramped.  Many machines cluttered the small space.  A digital readout scanned the woman’s vitals and reported back every ten seconds.  A recorder caught every moan, every breath, and every word.   

Colin chuckled and shook his head.  “Why don’t you put the visual on?”  He reached down for the switch when Ethan smacked his hand. 

“Reprobate.”  Ethan shook his head.  “I want this test to be strictly audio.”

“Pity.”  Colin tapped the speaker in front of them on the desk.  “I would personally like to see our test subject enjoy herself.”

“Jesus, Colin!  This is science, you freak.”  Ethan rolled his eyes at his best friend and boss.  “Just because you’re a damn voyeur doesn’t mean you negate the science of this.”

“Right.”  Colin drew the word out and arched his eyebrow.  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding.  You don’t like seeing a woman orgasm?  Jesus.  Who’s the freak now?” 

Ethan was spared the indignity of answering.  A minute later, the test subject, clearly disheveled but smiling, walked out of the room she had been in.

Her bleach blonde hair was mussed, and there was a healthy blush all over her skin.  The black mini-skirt was hiked up on her legs, and her white blouse was unbuttoned down to her stomach.  Her black heels dangled over her fingers. 

She walked on shaking legs over to Ethan and fairly purred, “You ever need another test subject, sugar.  Give me a call.”  She winked and staggered towards the lab door.

“Thanks, Candi!”  Ethan turned to make notations on his clipboard when Colin’s laughter stopped him. 

“Candi?  You’re shitting me, right?”

Ethan frowned, his blue eyes flashing.  “No.  Candi with an ‘i’.  Says right here.”  He tapped the clipboard again.

“Ethan.”  Colin reached over and took the clipboard out of his friend’s hand.  “This Candi woman.”  His brown eyes were kind.  “Where exactly did you find her?”

“Somewhere downtown.”  Ethan gestured vaguely.  “I forget exactly.  I was trying to find a test subject.  And then she approached me.”  His light blue eyes lit.  “That’s right.  She asked if I was looking for someone.  I told her I was.  And then I explained what I wanted.  She was more than happy to accompany me.”

“And you paid her…” Colin’s sentence trailed off.

“Three hundred.”  Ethan raked his hand through his short, red hair.  “Listen.  You said it was okay.”

“I know, friend of mine.”  Colin clapped his friend on the shoulder.  “But I don’t know how the study will look when people find out we hired hookers to test it.”

“Hookers?”  Ethan slapped his hand on the white desk.  His eyes shot to the door that Candi exited from.  Realization slammed through him.  “Fuck me.  Candi’s a hooker.”

“Yes, bro.  And odds are that she would have fucked you if you hadn’t shown her to the lab room.”

“Son of a bitch.”  Ethan’s voice was small and defeated.  “I don’t know why she couldn’t have just said something.”

“I know it’s been awhile.”  Colin shook his head.  “But Ethan, you seriously have to get out more.  What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I needed a woman to experiment with.  And that I had a room.”  He paused and groaned.  “Back at the lab.”  Ethan’s voice trailed off.  “Fuck.”

Colin held up his hands.  “No harm.  Isn’t this thing about ready to be unleashed on the masses anyway?”

“Sure.”  Ethan’s blue eyes grew dim.

Colin patiently waited while Ethan’s brilliant mind processed the facts.  He was constantly amazed that his friend could stuff so many facts into his head.  It was the day-to-day stuff that kicked his ass.  Such as accidentally picking up a hooker. 

Ever since high school, the two boys had been inseparable.  As opposite as could be, they complemented each other.  Colin was the lady’s man.  Charismatic.  Handsome.  Worldly.  Ambitious.

Ethan was brilliant but introverted.  And people weren’t a necessity in his world.  Unless they were test subjects. 

And now fifteen years later, they were going to introduce a device that would make their competitors green with envy and generally piss them off.  Colin grinned.  Those poor bastards didn’t have Ethan.

“I think we can get away with it.  File for a temporary license.  I still don’t know how we’re going to pull this off with the test subject outside the lab.”

“Trust me, Ethan.”  Colin’s grin was wide and knowing.  “I have it all under control.”
























Chapter 1

Meg held a vibrator in each hand.  The left hand was wrapped around a purple member with realistic veins up and down the sides.  It was roughly eight inches long and average width.  Her right hand gripped a pink dildo that was easily nine inches and a little larger around.  She glanced at her left hand.  Then her right.  With a shrug, she put the purple dildo back and walked to the counter with the pink.

“Cash or charge?”  The young man behind the counter scooped up the toy and popped some batteries into it.  At the sound of the loud humming, he smiled satisfactorily and popped the batteries back out.  “Need these?”

“No thanks.”  Meg grinned.  “I have my own.”

“Wise woman.”  He rang up the total and took Meg’s credit card.  He swiped it through and waited for the receipt to print.

Meg grabbed a pen and signed her name to the bottom when he placed it in front of her.  She watched the young man put her toy into a bag and then hand it to her.


“Always.”  Meg’s smile was wide as she waved on the way out.  The wind blew her blonde hair into her face, and she tucked it back with a grimace.

It was spring, but there was still a bite to the air that had her teeth clenching.  She opted for a yellow jacket today over jeans and a blue Henley.  She was going to pull her shoulder-length blonde hair into a ponytail, but she thought her ears would freeze.  Her blue eyes watered slightly as she unlocked her small, blue car and ducked inside. 

Meg shivered slightly as she cranked up the air and waited.  The warm air blew up on the window, defrosting it.  She reached over and opened her bag again.  The pink dildo lay there, and she picked up the box to look at the manufacturer and price again.  She brought out her notebook and noted both.

Erica would be pleased.  She wanted Meg to try and test a product at least once a week.  Possibly twice if time allowed.  Then she would compile the data and issue her findings.  Erica’s Erotica Findings was one of the hottest sites on the web.  And all of Meg’s hard work was published on a weekly basis.

Both Erica and Meg decided the content of the site.  Erica was the figurehead, but Meg took care of the business side.  And that was in addition to her regular job as a tutor to local college students.  Money wasn’t an issue for her.  Her parents had seen to it she was taken care of before they were taken so carelessly when she was nineteen.  Meg didn’t have to work.  But she needed something to do with all that free time. 

She pulled out of the adult toy store parking lot and back onto the highway.  Erica asked her to make the forty-five minute trip instead of going to the local adult toy store.  Too many people could see her and put two and two together.  And in their small town, too many people liked to put their nose in everyone else’s business. 

Meg snorted as she thought of all the times she drove by the local adult shop and noted few cars there.  But come late Friday evening and through the weekend, she could just make out the full parking lot through the fence. 

She cranked up the heater and the radio as she drove towards home.  Erica was receiving a lot of emails about expanding the site to include more product testing and ratings.  Meg remembered the conversation well.

“C’mon, Meg.  Just a couple more a week.”

“Hire another person.”  Meg’s tone was hard.  “Listen, Erica.  You know I adore you.  I’d do anything for you.  And it’s not like this is a hardship, but…” she looked hard at her friend, “this ol’ body can only take so much stimulation.  And if I play with the toys too often, I actually lose some of the pleasure.”


Meg rolled her eyes.  “Honey.”  She patted Erica’s hand.  “Yes.  How about you either jump in and decide to help, or you hire more people?”

Erica’s brown eyes were puzzled.  “You lose pleasure?”

“Over stimulation,” Meg explained. 

“Oh.”  Erica frowned as she thought of the ramifications.  “Maybe I’ll look into hiring someone part-time.”  She walked off mumbling about classified ads.

Meg laughed in remembrance.  Erica didn’t care much for sex.  In fact, that’s why she was so adamant about starting the site.  She wanted to give women such as herself the tools to find good, healthy ways to give themselves pleasure.  The last long-term relationship that Erica was in ended almost a year ago.  And she hadn’t taken up with anyone else since.

But the website was amazing.  Women from all over the world were interested in the latest adult toys.  They wanted knowledge.  And Erica’s site filled the void.  She rated the toys with moans.  One moan was a warning that it wasn’t worth the money.  But four moans was an indicator that the woman would have a pleasurable experience.

Meg glanced over in her passenger seat at the pink vibrator again.  She pulled it out of the box and ran her hands over the contour of it.  She licked her lips as she thought of it inside her, purring away.  Her hips arched up in the seat, and she told herself to get a grip.  The last thing she needed was to get in an accident or run off the side of the road while fantasizing about playing with herself.

It had been four days.  Meg wasn’t lying when she told Erica about over stimulation.  She always waited between three and four days to try out the next product.  And by the time she was ready for a trial run, her body needed that feeling.  The absolute release. 

Meg touched the vibrator again and ran her pointer finger over the tip of it.  What would it feel like?  Would her body clench tightly around it while she came over and over again?  Or would it be a one-hit wonder?  She shifted in her seat and told herself to wait.  Another fifteen minutes, and she would be home.  Then she could slide the vibrator between her legs, easing the ache.

Erica envied her.  Meg could see it in her eyes every time she brought in another report.  Her friend’s sex drive was nothing compared to Meg’s.  All through college, the two women roomed together.  Erica had a boyfriend, but Meg was the one who had the orgasms.  She remembered playing with herself in the shower one day when Erica walked in to use the bathroom.  Her moans must have been louder than she thought. 

Erica waited until Meg stepped out.  And then she asked her.  Meg patiently explained what she was doing and told Erica where to stand and what to do.  Fifteen minutes later, Erica came out with an awed expression on her face.  Her whole body was flushed, and she blinked at Meg.

“I didn’t know.”

From then on, the girls had open discussions about sex and desire.  Meg was taking psychology classes.  Erica was working for a general degree, not really sure what she wanted to pursue.  After Meg lost her parents, they became even closer.  Their senior year was filled with ideas about how they could work together.  And finally Erica approached her with the idea of the website.  It would play to both their strengths.  And financially, it would bring in a nice income.

Meg financed it initially, but Erica had long since paid off the debt.  And they continued to work together to help other women feel what they should feel when having sex.  The all-elusive orgasm.

Meg took her exit and drove the next five minutes with her hands wrapped tightly around the vibrator.  Her nipples peaked against her shirt, and she told herself she could wait.  She didn’t want to cheapen the first experience with a quickie on the side of the road.  She took her hand off the vibrator and slid it under her shirt and over her right breast. 

Longing spread through her body, and she stroked and plucked the hardened nipple.  Her legs spread of their own volition, and Meg was thankful she could see her driveway up ahead. 

The two-story townhouse rose gracefully into the sky.  Wrap-around porches on both stories had lawn furniture, still covered and protected from the elements.  The wooden shutters on the house were closed and gave the house a look of privacy.  Four windows faced out on the second story.  And a huge oak door with windows on both sides was on the first.

Meg parked her car in the garage and absentmindedly noticed that the plants were still covered.  She’d have to watch the weather to see if it would be okay to uncover them soon.  The large red maple in the front yard swayed gently with the wind.  It was a gift from her father to her mother when they found out they were pregnant with her.  Meg ran her hands along the side of it on the way to her front porch.             

She quickly unlocked the front door and shut it behind her.  The heater was on, and she quickly shed her jacket.  It fell haphazardly on the floor.  Meg looked to the left at the staircase and then to the right.  She could either run up to her bedroom or simply play in the study.  The ache grew stronger, and Meg veered off to the right. 

A large red and gold throw rug with gold tassels lay in front of the fireplace.  Meg walked over to the desk and slid out the drawer, which held all her batteries.  She fitted them inside and turned the toy back on.  The buzz filled the room, and she smiled.

Her pussy was already wet and willing.  Meg undid her jeans and slid them down her legs.  She kicked off her shoes and then the jeans after them. 

The buzz of the vibrator in her hand had her closing her eyes and praying for some semblance of self-control.  She was supposed to be a woman who was trying this for the first time.  Meg breathed in and out slowly, steadying herself.  Her right hand brought the vibrator against her panties, and the breath hissed out.  She turned the vibrator down a notch and sank to the rug.

Her back was flat against the floor as she slid her panties down to her ankles.  The pink silk pooled there, and that turned Meg on even more.  She bent her knees, spreading her legs farther.  Her right hand moved back to her pussy and gently put the tip of the pink vibrator against herself. 

Meg dropped her legs further to the side as she slowly stroked the tip against her hard clit.  She moved the vibrator down farther to her pussy opening, probing the slick slit.  She eased it in an inch or two before bringing it out again and up to her throbbing clit.

Bracing her left hand against the rug, Meg began moving her hips up to move against the vibrator.  She pretended she was fucking the man of her dreams. 

Meg closed her eyes and pictured him.  Blond hair.  Blue eyes.  Massive cock.  And willing mouth.  Her body trembled as the sensations against her clit became more intense.  Many times she fantasized about the man when she masturbated.  But this time she didn’t want his hard cock in her.  She wanted his tongue fucking her clit.  Sucking her pussy.

She moaned and turned the vibrator back up.  Meg ran it over her clit again, imagining the man’s mouth buried against her, pleasuring her pussy.

Then she slid the vibrator down and eased it inside herself.  Her muscles clenched around it, and she closed her legs, fucking her imaginary man.  Meg’s hips arched over and over again until she could feel the tingle start between her legs.  Her body tightened, and her nipples hardened as she continued to fuck the vibrator. 

“Oh.  Yes.”  Meg moved it faster and faster between her legs.  Her breathing was ragged, and she fought to keep control.  “Fuck me.  Just keep fucking me.”  Her body shook as the first orgasm hit her.  And still she continued to pump the vibrator between her legs, making sure it rubbed against her clit on every stroke.  The second orgasm hit her harder, and she screamed as the pleasure rippled through her.  Her legs tensed and clenched while she shuddered in orgasmic bliss. 

Meg came down slowly and tried to control her breathing.  Slowly in.  Slowly out.  She looked at the shiny, pink vibrator beside her on the rug and licked her dry lips.  Three and a half moans.  Easy.  She rarely gave out fours.  But this little jewel did the job nicely.

“Shit.”  Meg sat up slowly and blinked.  Her blue eyes were hazy with satisfaction.  There was a nice, little wet spot on the floor, and she chuckled.  Her body still throbbed dully.  Another couple of minutes, and she might be fully functional.  Maybe.

She kicked off her panties and scooped them up to put on top of her jeans.  The Henley was thrown down next.  And then her bra.  Nude was best anyway.  As long as it was warm.

Meg took her clothes into the laundry room.  She snatched a bright purple robe off the hook and wound it around herself.  Then she slid on her orange slippers and shuffled back into the study. 

The pink vibrator lay on the floor, and Meg picked it up gently and took it to the bathroom.  She washed it, dried it, and put it back in the box.  Then it went up with the rest of the toys.

Living by herself was something she was eternally grateful for.  Other people were nice, but she didn’t want to have to explain herself or her actions to anyone.  Being an only child only fed into that independence and need for solitude.  And how in the hell would she explain the closet in her study with stacks upon stacks of adult toys?

Meg slid the vibrator onto the third shelf and shut the door behind her.  She leaned against it for a second before letting her eyes scan the room.  No student today for her to tutor, but she was scheduled tomorrow for one. 

The room was fine except for the faint aroma of her arousal.  Meg ran her hands over her large, cherry wood desk.  It used to be her Dad’s.  He kept it at his office for years.  And now she did her business around it.  She slid into the large, brown leather seat and opened her notebook up.

“The vibrator deserves a solid three and a half moans from the tester.  The size was adequate without being overwhelming, and the pleasure to be had with this toy is second to none.”

Meg finished her notations and then emailed Erica.  When she was through, she walked over to the fireplace and started a small fire.  It crackled softly at first and then blazed when she slid the two logs on top of the flames.  She held out her hands and felt the warmth through her body.

The room was almost mannish in its color and hues.  It was a bold statement of strength and power.  Reds and golds vied for attention in every accessory.  The furniture was solid cherry wood and shone softly in the flickering of the fire’s flames.  Two bookshelves from floor to ceiling flanked the fireplace and its marble mantle.  A large portrait on the wall to her right was sumptuous and inviting. 

A naked woman lay resplendent on a crimson chaise chair with her back to her audience.  She turned her upper body so that barely the hint of her right breast could be seen.  Long, copper tresses flowed down her back and brushed against the soft swell of her bottom.  A knowing smile danced on her lips as she looked out into the room.

“Show off,” Meg muttered with a smile.  It was her favorite piece.  She named the woman Madeline.  It somehow fit.  Her parents didn’t understand her fascination with it, and neither did she.  But she loved it.  To be so beautiful. And so comfortable in her own skin.  The woman in the portrait was envied.  And that, in itself, was sexy to her.

Her own hair was blond and fine.  Nothing curled.  And it certainly didn’t gleam the way the woman’s appeared to in the picture.  Her own curves were a little fuller.  And her eyes didn’t hold the same knowledge as the woman’s. 

Yes, Meg could give herself one hell of an orgasm.  But not many men could say they had done the same.  She sighed.  Two men, to be exact.  And she really thought one just rather lucked into it.  His hand had brushed against her clit while they were having sex, and she finally brought his hand back down and had him stroke her while his cock moved in and out. 

Meg shivered in the room as arousal swept through her again.  She clenched her teeth against it and told herself it wasn’t going to happen again so soon.  The last thing she needed was to barely be able to walk when her student arrived tomorrow.

Being an “all or nothing” personality type had its share of ups and downs.  When Erica first approached her with the idea about the adult toys, Meg had literally thrown herself into it.  The first toy she brought home, she played with herself three times that night.  Her climaxes had lessened in intensity, and she felt hung over the next day.  Moderation wasn’t easy, but she had to have some.

Her hand slipped between the folds of her robe and to her bare pussy.  She slid a finger down between her lips and felt the moisture again.  Meg bit her lip.  One of two choices.  More masturbation or a cold shower.  She looked outside and shivered.  Screw the cold shower.  As long as she didn’t use the electric toys all the time, her clit wouldn’t become desensitized.

Meg undid the sash of her robe, and let it fall open to reveal her bare body underneath.  She licked two fingers of her left hand and let them trail slowly down her body.  Her right hand came across and pulled at her sensitive nipples.  Time to bring back her fantasy man.

What would he taste like?  What would he feel like?  Meg threw her head back as her left hand parted her legs and found the sensitive nub in-between.  She stroked it softly while she imagined her lips trailing across her man and down his body.  His hands would fist in her hair as she moved down to take his hard cock into her mouth. 

She licked her lips at the thought.  Meg could almost feel his muscled ass in her hands as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking his length into her willing mouth.  Then he would lay her down and ease that hard cock into her willing body.  Meg shuddered as her body tightened.  She bucked her hips against her hand at the thought of him ramming into her over and over again.  His mouth on her nipples, sucking them while he slid in and out of her.

Meg cried out as her knees buckled, and she barely caught herself on the desk before she fell.  Her body trembled as aftershocks ripped through her body. 

“Wow.”  She sighed as the last of her pleasure tapered off.  Her hands shook a little as she brought the robe back together again.  And if that didn’t do it, then too damn bad.  No more playing today.  She couldn’t take it.


Ethan carefully picked up the box and set it on the desk in front of him.  It looked like a black cigar box.  Plain.  Simple.  It was anything but.  He tapped the lid and smiled as the lid eased up and let him touch the pieces inside.  Microchips and mazes of wire criss-crossed from wall to wall in the box.  Ethan looked around until he found the one he was looking for, and then he carefully spliced it and added the final touch.  He was almost ready.

“I’ve got her!”  Colin slammed through the door with his fist pumping.

Ethan swiveled around to glare at his best friend.  “I’m going to alter your coffeemaker if you do that stupid shit again.  I’m performing a delicate operation.”  He motioned with his head back towards the box.

“Sorry, man.”  Colin sank into a spare chair and watched Ethan work his magic. 

His light blue eyes traced wire after wire until he found what he wanted.  His impossibly large hands moved carefully while he worked on his masterpiece.  When the lid shut again, at last, Colin arched an eyebrow. 

“It’s okay for me to breathe now?”

Ethan rolled his eyes.  “Listen smartass, that was it.  We’re ready to roll.  I hope you kept your part of the deal.”

“As I was saying, before you rudely told me to shut the fuck up,” Colin paused to wink at his friend, “I found her.”

“Her?” Ethan repeated.

“Her.  Shit, Ethan.  Keep up.  The test subject.”  Colin stood quickly and started pacing.  His energy fairly bounced off the walls.  “I got to thinking.  How in the hell are we going to find someone who will do this study justice?  And I’m not renting any more hookers.”

Ethan casually flipped his friend off and waited for the rest of the story.

“So.  I pulled a few strings.  Made a few calls.  And what did I find?”

“A sex addict in the yellow pages?”

Colin’s eyebrows shot up.  “Go get laid, man.  I mean it.  You’re cranky.”  He paused for effect.  “I found a woman who frequents adult toy stores.  She needs to have a fucking tab there.  You wouldn’t believe some of the shit she’s bought.”  He rubbed his hands together.  “So then I started thinking…”

“And you came by this information how?”

“All in good time.”  Colin’s story wouldn’t be denied.  “We’re going to set up a contest.  A rigged contest, but nonetheless.  And this chick will win.”  He raked his hands through his hair and laughed.  “She’ll think she’s won the lottery.  And then we’ll have her sign a bunch of consent papers.  We’ll slip in a few extras, and she’ll be ours.”

“The chick?”

“Chick.  Test subject.”  Colin waved his hand around.  “What the fuck ever.  The nympho.”

“And you came by this information how?” Ethan repeated.  “Are we going to get sued?”

“No way.”  Colin shook his head emphatically.  “The clerk at the store is a friend’s brother’s cousin.  He sees her in there all the time.  It’s absolutely perfect.”

“Perfect.”  Ethan savored the word as his hand rested on the black box.  A test subject who would appreciate all his hard work.      


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