Test models? Are you ready for the fun to begin?
When Charlotte Skye was suddenly thrust into the position of CEO of a company that makes condoms, she discovered her late daddy's company was about to declare bankruptcy. It fell on her shoulders to come up with some new and innovative products that would revitalize sales. All she needed were actual men to do the testing.
Guy Stenson desperately needed the money, and word was this unusual job paid top dollar. But to model and test condoms?
How hard could it be?
The testing facilities were in the same building as the offices, instead of at the factory, which was fine with Guy. Being in the same proximity as the president of the company meant it was very likely they could bump into each other. Or, if he was really lucky, she might come to check out how things were going. He hoped his intuition that this woman wanted to personally keep her finger on the pulse of every detail proved true.
When he had gotten back to the apartment last night, Guy had checked the internet to read up about Skye Blue Condoms. Now he had a better grasp on what was going on. The business was sinking fast on the stock market, which could only mean it was heading for bankruptcy. No doubt Miss Charlotte was determined to keep her father's company from going under. And apparently she was hoping to introduce some new lines that would prevent that from happening.
As soon as he exited onto the sixth floor, the woman behind the counter greeted him and asked for his name. She slapped the requisite IRS tax form in front of him and handed him a pen. Less than a minute later, a young man dressed in a lab coat came to take him back to a small room. It was one of many rooms lining both sides of the hallway. Inside was a sink and counter, and a padded examination table. A small cabinet sat on the wall above the sink, but otherwise the room was bare.
The orderly indicated a manila folder sitting on the counter. "Just follow these directions. When you're finished, you're free too leave. Just be sure to leave the folder here."
"I don't have to punch a time clock or anything?" Guy asked.
"The receptionist keeps track of your time in and out. If you have any questions or concerns, and need an actual person to assist you, you can punch the button on the wall, and someone will respond."
Need an actual person to assist him? How assist? How much help does a fella need to put on a condom?
Amused, Guy nodded, and the orderly left. As soon as the door was closed, he went over to the folder that had his name neatly typed on the tab. There were two sheets of paper inside: one contained a list of instructions, the other was for his responses. Direction number one answered his first question before he could utter it.
The product you will be testing is located in the cabinet above the sink. There are also some aides in the cabinet if you need help preparing yourself.
There was a small cardboard box in the cabinet. Next to it was a package of moistened towelettes. There was also a small pile of magazines sitting on the next shelf. Guy pulled one out to glance at the header. Hardcore pussy mags. Well, they could remain in the cabinet for all he cared. He had something better that would get him hard, and in no time flat.
In fact, he was already at half-staff as it was. He opened the box to see what was inside.
Fruit flavored condoms.
Guy stared at the red packet lying in his palm.
Not for actual use as a prophylactic.
"Not for...what the hell." What was he supposed to test it for? Leakage or taste?
A soft knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. It was a good thing he hadn't dropped his pants yet.
Glancing back at the little plastic square in his hand, he looked up to see a familiar figure slip inside and shut the door behind her. Then lock it.
At first he didn't know if he needed to ask her to leave, or if there was a good reason for the president of the company for being there. Either way, just the sight of her, and the whiff of whatever cologne she was wearing, was enough to send his dick from half-mast to full, rigid attention. Dammit, she was like a magnet, and his cock was more than ready to attach itself to her.
"Good evening, Guy."
"Hello." He started to ask her why she was there, then decided it wasn't important. It was her company. He would play the new employee role and see how far it got him. And pray she was coming up to bat, and looking for a four-run homer.
Guy waggled the condom at her. "Fruit flavored?"
Charlotte sat down on the examination table. "We're looking into a line of fun items. Play toys that aren't actual condoms, but which imitate them."
"Yeah. I read the warning that it wasn't meant for actual use. So what's the purpose of them?"
"Did you read your directions?"
"No. You came in before I had the chance to," he told her, giving her a tentative smile.
She smiled back, disarming dimples and all, but didn't remark further. Guy snorted and picked up the paper.
You will be testing the product for fit and comfort. Also for taste.
"For taste?" He almost laughed. A second glance into the box revealed a whole rainbow of colors: pink, red, green, yellow, gold, and brown. Lifting one of the brown packets, he wagged it at Charlotte. "Dare I even ask what flavor this is?"