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Disappointment washes over me knowing that I’ll be stuck in the end office and not likely to see my sexy boss often. “Do your partners work here full-time as well?”
He turns toward me and walks backwards until he reaches the closed door at the end. “Andrew travels a lot. He’s an advertising specialist always out pimping our stuff. Brad oversees our production line for the exclusive items we make in the United States. It’s our goal to eventually manufacture everything here.”
“And I’m your satisfaction girl.” I give him a big warm smile.
He falls backwards against the door like my grin slapped him. It swings wide open. “And here you are.” He looks around the room. “If there’s anything you need beyond what we’ve provided, please let me know. Feel free to take anything home. In fact, you may prefer to do most of your work from home if that makes you more comfortable.”
My knees wobble as I look around the office. The entire perimeter is floor to ceiling shelves full of rubber cocks and sex toys.
I have made a huge mistake.
“Where’s the coffee?” I ask. My mind races to the ad. It said The Grynd, but I was certain the Y was a typo. I just said one wrong tap of a key changes the whole meaning. Holy hell. Each of the items sitting like Oscars on the shelf is intended for the Y between a woman’s legs not the i in I’ll have another cup please.
“I’ll find it in one of the boxes and get a pot started for you.” His demeanor is calm as if we aren’t standing in the center of a room full of dicks.
“Great.” My voice warbles a bit and I clear my throat to cover the sound.
I really should turn and run, but a flashback of the drunks on my
doorstep keeps me rooted in place. Thankfully, Mr. Stark turns away from me and toward the wall of penises. I chew my lip and play with my hair until I’m sure I’ve worn a hole through my skin, and the long tendrils hang around my face.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He steps to the door and stops. “Your computer is hooked up. I’d like you to try to get through the long list of customer emails within the week if possible. Most of them are happy customers who want to tell us how satisfied they are with the product. Some are complaints. It’s the unhappy customers I worry about. One dissatisfied customer generally leads to a hundred missed sales.”
I open my mouth to speak but words escape me. What do I say? I’ll jump right on that? I look at the monster cock on the center shelf next to me and decide that’s not right. I say nothing.
“You okay?” He grips the doorframe making the muscles of his arms bulge. Even his pecs expand to stretch his baby blue T-shirt.
“Mmm hmm,” I hum.
“All right then. Have a…” he chuckles “satisfying first day.”
He pulls the door closed behind him. I collapse on the plush chaise in the corner. Still attached is the price tag. Probably to assure me no one has flicked their bean here. “All right, Pickle,” I say to myself, “you’ve really got yourself into one this time.”
Two
Caine
“I’m telling you man, she’ll be gone before I can make the coffee,” I tell Andrew. The connection is good despite the storm brewing on the east coast.
He laughs. “You did tell her about the job right? She knew she was testing sex toys, right?”
My mind goes back to our interview. I replay as much as I can remember. “I’m pretty sure I did. We talked about pleasure and the buzz. I was working off three hours sleep. Who knows what she thought.”
Andrew growled. “It’s like the other girl who thought we were a ground spice company. That woman turned and burned carpet all the way to the door.”
“Janey didn’t run. I’ll give her credit for that. I’m pretty sure she was too shocked to move.” Out of the corner of my eye I watched her when she entered the room. A thousand emotions crossed her features but determination seemed to take over and to my relief, she stayed.
“Should I place another ad?” A crack of thunder echoes through the line.
“No, let’s wait until she quits.” I hope she doesn’t quit. I like her spunk, and if the truth were told, I’m attracted to her. Not a great thing when a woman works under you, but I can’t think of a woman who will look better under me than Janey Pickle.
“I gotta go, the storm’s moving in. See you in a few days.” Andrew hangs up, and I call Brad.
“What’s up, bro?” He is the frat boy of the group. In college, we made castings of our cocks and sold them to the sororities. I get great satisfaction knowing thousands of women have fucked me even though I’ve only fucked a handful in person.
I give him the low-down on our new employee.
“Told you. Big bold letters. Sex toy company seeking product tester.”
