My Life As A Sex Toy Tester

?Where should I start?? I asked the pretty blonde journalist, named Megan, from Naughty and Nice Magazine.?From the beginning,? she suggested.So, I started from the beginning and told her everything. Including how I grew up on a farm in Lutz, Florida, where I spent my days cleaning up animal poop, raking hay, and feeding chickens. Not exactly the glamorous life! Thus, when I won a scholarship to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, I took it and ran!I also told her how, after I started college, it didn?t take long for me to realize that I had led a very sheltered life! While I wasn?t a virgin, thanks to Tommy Benson?s persuasive moves on prom night, I was still extremely naïve! College life opened up a whole new world to me, including the fact that I seemed to like girls even more than guys.I explained how I managed to get a job as a waitress in a diner close to the strip. The tips were okay, and I met a lot of interesting people. In fact, one day, a man I surmised was a traveling salesman sat down in my section and told me that I was too pretty to be waiting tables. He said, ?Darlin?, I have an idea that just might change your life forever.?I remember that I did my best not to roll my eyes. He wasn?t the first man to sit in a booth and make empty promises. I had gotten my hopes up just a month earlier by a man who swore he could get me a gig as a dancer in one of the fancy hotels on the strip. Turns out, being only 5?2? didn?t exactly make güvenilir bahis me dancer material, despite my muscular body, firm tits, and long red hair. (All things he assured me would get me hired). So, I doubted very much that anything this customer said would change my life at all, let alone forever.I poured him a cup of coffee and smiled, ?What can I get for you, sweetie?? I learned early on that using terms like sweetie and honey made a traveling man feel good and, hence, tip better.?Well, I?d love a piece of that pecan pie I saw twirling around in the dessert case,? he answered. ?But what I?d really like is to have an hour to pitch my idea to you. What time are you done working??This time, I couldn?t help the eye roll, and my skepticism was not lost on this guy. ?Okay, look, I swear, I just want an hour of your time. We can sit right here in the diner with all kinds of people around. Or we can go somewhere else. If, after that one hour, you have no interest in what I am offering, I will hand you fifty dollars for your time and be on my way,? he said, frankly.I mulled it over for a moment. Tips had been a little sparse that night, and the promise of fifty dollars was enticing. ?Okay, I get off at 9:00 P.M. There is a bar around the corner. I will meet you there after my shift ends,? I finally answered.He smiled, ?Perfect. I look forward to our conversation.? Then he handed me his business card, finished his pie, and left.The card güvenilir bahis siteleri said his name was Michael Flores and his title was Director of New Development for a company called Delectable Diversions. I tucked it in my pocket and went to take the order of the people who sat down in one of my booths.The rest of the evening dragged on, and I was only too happy to punch out a few minutes early. That gave me time to change out of my uniform and swipe some lip gloss and mascara on. Then I walked to the bar and headed inside to earn my fifty bucks.He was sitting at a table in the corner and stood up to greet me. He seemed pleasantly surprised that I showed up. ?Hello, Gracie,? he grinned. ?I?m so glad you decided to hear my pitch. May I buy you a drink???I?m not old enough to drink, but a Coke would be nice,? I said.He motioned for the waitress to come over, and he ordered two Cokes and a basket of French fries. ?I don?t drink, but I have a weakness for fries. I hope you?ll feel free to have some, as I really shouldn?t eat the whole order myself,? he explained.I must have looked annoyed because he said, ?Okay, enough of the small talk. You seem like a smart young woman. I have a job opportunity that will be very lucrative for both of us.?~~~?Long story short, the job he was offering was something I?d never even known existed,? I said, cutting to the chase. ?He wanted me to be a tester for the sex toys that his company manufactured. iddaa siteleri I was appalled at first. Then he said that his company would pay me five grand a week for three days of work. I hate to admit that the money convinced me to take the job. But it was too good to pass up.?The journalist?s eyes widened as though she wondered if she was in the wrong business. Then she sighed and asked me a series of questions.?So, what does a sex toy tester do?? she inquired.?Well, for the Delectable Distractions Company, the job is incredibly easy and rewarding,? I explained. ?Plus, I get to keep many of the toys I test. Not to mention, it?s part of my job to have orgasms.?She nodded, furiously jotting down notes in her notepad. I wondered why she hadn?t just brought a tape recorder. Then I remembered that Naughty and Nice Magazine was a low-budget operation.Then she asked me what my job entailed.?Well,? I began, ?a typical workday involves me being blindfolded and naked, or mostly naked, on a bed in a testing lab. The walls are all windows, and there are technicians that log their observations. The room has a microphone so they can hear my moans and other noises.?More nodding and scribbling.I continued, ?Level One toy testers fly solo. They test the toys while masturbating alone in the lab. My rank is Level Five. This means that I?m often the lab rat for a man, woman, or couple looking to test out how their potentially favorite toy works. Sometimes, they are looking to see how fast it can cause an orgasm, while other times, the idea is to see how many times the device can make me cum before I beg for mercy.?She blushed a little and cleared her throat. ?Um, what?s your favorite toy??