The Man of My Dreams: A Forbidden Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  Courtney smiles radiantly.

  “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Maybe I can even contribute something,” she adds.

  I share a look with Huck, and my friend nods.

  “Sure, that’s a possibility. I see here from your resume that you used to work at Praxel Puffin, and that you left only last week. What was the cause of that?”

  Courtney visibly wilts when she sees her resume in my hand.

  “Well, you see, I wasn’t learning at Praxel Puffin,” she begins. “I majored in Environmental Studies in college, and when I first got the job at Praxel Puffin, I was really excited. They do cardboard packaging with an emphasis on boxes and other packaging materials, like tape and bubblewrap. The industry really picked up after Amazon went global because there’s so much demand for packaging materials now. I thought I’d really like it because I was interested in helping develop eco-conscious boxes made of recyclable materials. Even moving from Styrofoam pellets to bubble wrap was a huge transition.”

  I nod.

  “But?” I prompt gently. “What happened?”

  She goes pink.

  “Well, I wasn’t really learning,” she says slowly. “Praxel Puffin never moved me into an analyst role, so I was only an admin assistant. And then, well, one day my boss came over to my cubicle, and I happened to have two personal emails pop into my mailbox while he could see my screen. He fired me for using work email to send and receive personal communications.”

  I share a look with Huck. That is a punishable offense, but let’s face it: most employees use their work email for personal reasons. My business partner looks at her with piercing blue eyes.

  “That’s it?” he drawls. “You got fired for using work email to send personal emails?”

  Courtney blushes, and stammers a bit.

  “Well, no. I mean, yes. The emails that came in, they weren’t exactly G-rated, if you know what I mean.”

  I share a glance with my friend again. This is heating up, and frankly, I’m excited to learn more.

  “So what were they about?” I ask in a low voice. “Don’t be afraid to share. We’ve already hired you, and we’re not going to fire you for something that happened at your last job.”

  Courtney is now blushing heavily, and she stammers again.

  “Well, I was seeing this guy. He’s not my boyfriend or anything,” she adds quickly, “but he sent me some emails at work that were inappropriate. They had inappropriate subject lines, that’s for sure. I can’t believe he’d be so dumb,” she says.

  I’m even more intrigued now.

  “What did the subject lines say?” I ask point blank.

  It’s obvious that Courtney was hoping we wouldn’t ask, but she takes a deep breath and looks us in the eye.

  “It said something along the lines of, “I’d like to stroke your pucker, or play with your pucker.” Something like that.”

  I practically fall off my own lab stool, and I can tell Huck’s just as titillated and shocked. Both of us go hard at once, and our blue eyes fix on her. Holy shit, this girl is so lush and dirty, and it’s exactly what we’re looking for.

  “Pucker meaning your asshole, right?” my friend clarifies like it’s no big deal. His expression doesn’t change, although his blue eyes are flashing with interest and desire.

  Courtney looks a bit ashamed.

  “Well, yes. We were just getting into backdoor play. I haven’t done it, or anything like that, but we were easing into it by talking dirty. But I had no idea that he was going to send emails like that to my work address! What an idiot. I wish I’d never met Bert Halliwell. He ruined my career,” she says ruefully.

  I grin despite myself.

  “Well, it didn’t sound like you were getting anywhere with your old job anyways, so it’s not a big loss. Are you still seeing Bert?” I ask casually, my heart thumping.

  Courtney shakes her head, and her lush curls toss about her shoulders.

  “No, we were never really ‘seeing’ each other, if you get what I mean. He was just someone that I hung out with on occasion. We didn’t have an emotional connection or anything like that.”

  I share a look with Huck because it’s perfect. At long last, our opening has come. He nods imperceptibly at me, and I smile at Courtney again.

  “Great, because we want to make you an offer,” I say in a warm tone. “You’re here at Cherrywood to pick cherries, but there are actually quite a number of staff jobs at the farm. One of them is helping us here, in the lab. Would you be interested in learning more about that?”

  She looks confused.

  “As a lab assistant? But I know nothing about science,” she confesses. “Well, not much. My major was Environmental Studies, but the concentration is more about predators, pests, and ecology. It’s not hard science, like the set-up you have here.”

  Huck and I merely smile at her again.

  “The position is kind of a mix,” he drawls in a low voice. “It’s a lab assistant position of sorts, but it fulfills a very particular function. In fact, we’ve been waiting for the right girl to come around, and maybe you’d be interested? If so, we can tell you more.”

  Courtney looks at us and I can tell she’s intrigued.

  “Sure,” she nods, perking up. “I’m all ears.”

  My partner and I share another pleased look because maybe now, we’ll make some progress on our side business: a teledildonics lab that sells all sorts of naughty toys. We’ve been looking for a girl to experiment with, and it seems she just walked into our lives.

  32

  Courtney

  What is going on? I’m really confused because I came out to Cherrywood to be a cherry-picker, and nothing more. I thought it was going to be really straightforward. I would wake up at the crack of dawn with my fellow farm laborers, and then we’d head out in the orchard to pick until our fingers were stained red with cherry juice. Then, we’d go back to our dorms, eat dinner, and fall into bed exhausted. It was going to be a difficult life, but also fulfilling in its own way.

  But now, things have taken a left turn because it seems my handsome bosses have a side business running a lab. I had no idea this was coming. I knew that Hank and Huck were smart, but I didn’t think they’d be mad geniuses wearing lab coats.

  Come to think of it though, they look good in those starched lab coats. The white material emphasizes their broad shoulders, and the pale fabric makes their strong, tanned faces look more bronze. The buttons barely even button down the front because Hank and Huck are such big men, with wide chests and powerful arms. I can literally see their wrists poking out beyond the lab sleeves because they’re like Superman wearing an item that’s too small.

  But what do they want me to do? I’m not very good with science, despite my major. I chose Environmental Studies because I’m interested in protecting the Earth. But my interest is really in modifying human behavior to decrease our carbon footprint via recycling; biking instead of driving; and decreasing our reliance on oil, among other tactics. I don’t actually know the hard science behind how cars generate carbon monoxide, or how molecules mix to become toxic stews polluting our oceans. All that is for the real scientists, which Hank and Huck certainly look to be.

  But I’m excited, and I smile brightly.

  “So what would the job entail?” I ask. “What do you do precisely? It looks like you have a ton of experiments going, but is there a particular focus area?”

  My handsome bosses exchange an amused look, and then Huck gets up, stretching his long legs. He’s so big and tall that I’m breathless.

  “In fact, we do have a concentration,” he admits. “It’s called teledildonics. Have you heard of it before?”

  I squint at him.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Teledildonics,” he says patiently. “It’s a pretty obscure research area, but it’s been getting more coverage the past couple years.”

  I shake my head.

  “No, I’ve never heard of it. Does it have
to do with telephones? Or telegrams? Or I don’t know, tele-health care? I know what that is,” I say while biting my lip. Oh no, I feel so dumb. I don’t even have the smallest inkling of what they could be referring to.

  “Good try,” grins Hank, “but not quite. Basically, teledildonics is the remote use of particular toys to increase a person’s pleasure. So the word has two parts: tele, which basically means remote; and then dildonics, which I’m sure you know.”

  My cheeks go red and I stare at the two men.

  “You mean, sex toys?” is my question a low voice. “Is that what we’re talking about?”

  Huck nods.

  “Yeah, but really cool ones. Ones that would blow your mind, and make being together that much more interesting, as well as possible. After all, technology has broken down barriers, and teledildonics is the next frontier. Would you like us to show you some examples of our inventions?”

  I gulp before nodding slightly. Why not? This is such a titillating subject matter, and I actually do want to know more.

  “Sure,” I manage in a choked voice.

  Hank gets up and strides to cupboard, before rummaging around a bit. He reappears with a rubber shaft in his hand, about eight inches long and heavily veined. My mouth waters upon seeing it, and my heartrate accelerates. Oooh, that one looks fun. The rubber gleams under the light, and there’s a black base that has a couple of interesting looking buttons on it.

  He holds it up for me to get a better look with a smile.

  “This appears to be a regular Battery Operated Boyfriend, but it’s much more than that, I promise. You see these buttons?” he asks, pointing to the multicolored switches. I nod. “These are different settings,” he says, pressing one so that the toy starts vibrating. A hum fills the air, and it looks dirty, to say the least. The handsome man is literally holding a huge shaft in his hand that pumps and bucks as he speaks. I can’t look away, and my secret spot is becoming moist.

  But Hank keeps talking.

  “Well, the toy can operate just like any other toy you might pick up in a store. But there’s an added functionality to this one. Huck?” he says to his friend.

  Huck leaps into motion and turns to a computer screen near him. Hank turns off the toy, and falls into silence before placing it on a nearby table. Then Huck’s fingers dance across some controls on the screen, and the toy starts up again by itself. At first, it’s just vibrating softly, but as I watch, it literally begins to dance a bit on the flat surface.

  “You see?” growls Huck. “Now I’m going to make it go left.”

  His fingers tap something, and sure enough, the B-O-B bends to the left a bit, as if doing a bow.

  “Now right,” commands Hank, and Huck’s fingers tap again. This time, the B-O-B bends to the right, and incredibly, as Huck makes swirling motions on the screen, the toy begins to twirl and twist, literally dancing on the tabletop.

  “See that?” asks Hank proudly. “This isn’t the newest development because this type of remote control has been around for a while. But imagine how powerful this toy could be. Say you live in Los Angeles, but your boyfriend lives in San Francisco. You guys could link up, and you could “play” together by using this handy toy.”

  I stare at the B-O-B, still bopping on the tabletop. As Huck grins, his fingers move discreetly and even the veins on the toy begin to pulse. Then it literally begins to jump a bit, up and down, as if simulating a pounding motion. It’s so dirty, and my mouth is open in breathless awe.

  “So he could control my sensations,” I say, “Even though we’re separated by hundreds of miles.”

  “Exactly,” replies Huck with a gleaming smile. “We do everything remotely now, so why not this too? Of course, nothing can replace actual physical contact, but the toy comes in handy when you need it,” he drawls. “It feels good, creates pleasure, and strengthens the bond between two people. So why not?”

  I nod.

  “This makes perfect sense,” I say slowly. “Do you have a lot of products in development?”

  Huck turns the B-O-B off and grins at me.

  “We do,” he confirms. “Again, this particular item isn’t really ground-breaking. But we do have some new stuff in the works.”

  I look at them, nodding in confusion.

  “Yes, but what would my role be? I don’t know anything about technical design, nor do I know anything about electronics, to be honest. I suppose I might be able to write some sales copy, but not a lot more.”

  The handsome men share another look and then turn back to me once more. This time, their blue eyes are hot, and their bodies seem to grow alert and hard.

  “That’s a good question, Courtney, because we’ve been looking for a special type of lab assistant. A female lab assistant, actually, because we need to test these products in order to get feedback so that we can fine-tune our work. Would you be interested?”

  I stare at them, my mouth dropping open. Holy shit, are they serious? They want me to use these toys and then tell them how I feel about them? My head spins and my breasts heave, but I already know what I’m going to say. I want to be their test subject, especially if means being filthy with these gorgeous men.

  33

  Huck

  Courtney’s pretty pink mouth opens into a round “O” and her brown eyes are wide with shock.

  “I’m sorry?” she stammers. “You want me to test these toys out for you?”

  I grin.

  “Well yes,” I say. “We’ve tested some of them out ourselves, obviously, but we need a female point of view. We want a woman to tell us how some of the toys feel because it’s important feedback. Would you be interested?”

  She stares at me first, and then at Hank, who remains motionless. However, both of us are tense because we want her to say yes. We’ve been looking for the right woman to do this with, and Courtney could be the one.

  “But how would that work?” she asks in a low voice. “Would I take these back with me to the dorms, and then you’d remote-control them from here? Would I take notes, and then share them with you afterwards?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, honey. You’d test out the toys right here, in the lab, with me and Hank watching. It’s the best way because we want to capture your every reaction. We like to see exactly how our toys please on a minute to minute basis, and doing it live is the best way.”

  Courtney’s jaws falls to the floor, but I can tell she’s titillated.

  “So, I’d test things here, with both of you watching.”

  “Yes,” my partner growls in a low voice. “I’m sorry, baby, but there’s no privacy. The nature of what we do requires that you perform out in the open. Of course, we have locks on the doors and your job will be strictly hush-hush. No one will know, but the two of us do need someone to sample our experiments here, in real time.”

  Courtney’s mouth opens, but no sounds come out because she’s so shocked.

  “And,” I add. “Some of our toys are actually designed for two or more people, so there might be some fluid exchange, if you understand what I mean.”

  This time, Courtney’s breath hitches in her throat as her generous décolletage heaves up and down.

  “Two or three people meaning the two of you?” she manages in a strangled voice.

  “Yes,” I say simply. “We’d be experimenting together because it’s the only way to test out some of our contraptions. I promise we’re both clean, and we’ve been looking for the right woman to share it with. This is a lot to take in, and I can understand your hesitation. Would you like to sleep on it? Let us know tomorrow,” I say.

  But Courtney jumps up, her curves bobbling.

  “No, I think I can do it,” she says in a determined voice. “This sounds like something I might enjoy, actually.”

  That’s the spirit. I share a look with Hank, and I can tell his pants are getting tight as well.

  “Good,” is his low reply. “But before saying yes, why don’t we do a test run? Just to see if
you’re really okay with it.”

  Courtney stares at us.

  “A test run? Right now? In front of you?”

  I nod, grinning.

  “Yep. The best way to figure out whether you’re ready is to do a short test run so that you can evaluate whether this is for you. Would you like to try?”

  Her eyes dart back and forth between us, her lips quivering a bit. But then Courtney nods.

  “Sure,” she breathes. “What do I do? Are we going to use … um, the B-O-B that you were demonstrating earlier?”

  I nod.

  “Sure, we can use that. Here, take a seat in this chair,” I say, gesturing to a recliner nearby. It’s made with tan leather, and looks like your average Barcalounger with overstuffed pillows and a bunch of controls on the side. “We’ll put you here, and then we’ll try the B-O-B together. I think you’ll like it.”

  Biting her lip, Courtney nods.

  “Should I take off my clothes first?” she adds in a small voice.

  Hank nods, and I literally see a twitch at the front of his jeans. I don’t mind because I’m feeling that twitch as well. In fact, as I watch, my friend’s pole begins to expand and lengthen, growing until it’s wrapped around his waist with need. My own tool stiffens, and my mouth waters. Hank has such a tight body, and I love seeing it hard.

  I know Courtney sees our arousal too because she’s breathing fast and there’s the unmistakable scent of aroused female in the air. Slowly, she stands and strips off her sweater, showing off creamy Double Ds encased lovingly in a tiny demi-bra. Then she kicks off her shoes and unbuttons her jeans before peeling them off her legs. She’s got a matching g-string underneath, so sheer that I can literally see the outline of her lips.

  “Should I take this off too?” she asks in a whisper.

  I nod.

  “Yes, honey. We need to see all of your reactions, so nothing should impair our vision. Off, please.”