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.
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.
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
“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.
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.
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
“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.”
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
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?”
“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.
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
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.
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
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
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
“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.
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. 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
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
“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.”
“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.