“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 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 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. 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?”

“What’s my favorite toy? Well, that’s a hard question to answer,” I admitted. “I have different favorites depending on the types of toys.”

She frowned, clearly confused.

“Okay, for example, my favorite dildo is our model that is similar to the Doc Johnson Realistic Dildo because it feels pretty damn real, and it has balls attached. But if we are talking anal, then hands down, it’s our Vibrating Butt Plug with wireless remote,” I explained.

Her eyes grew wide as she listened to me prattle on about the best nipple clamps, my favorite impact play devices, and my preference for wand-style vibrators. She shifted several times in her seat, and I was convinced that all this sex toy talk was making her wet.

So, of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to show her some pieces in my private collection. “Would you like to see my automatic clit licker?” I asked.

I thought her eyes might pop out of her head as she meekly nodded.

“This is one of my new favorites. It has a dozen little tongues that do magical things as they rotate. The best part is that instead of batteries, it features USB charging. It’s also waterproof, and it’s made out of medical-grade silicone. Oh, and it’s little enough to slip into your purse or pocket,” I explained while she fondled the toy.

I watched her face glaze over with arousal when she switched it on and felt the powerful vibrations of the sneaky little tongues against her hand.

“Just think how that would feel against your clit,” I whispered close to her ear.

I smirked as I watched her shudder. I made a mental note to give her one as a gift for writing the article about me. That was another cool perk of working for Delectable Diversions. Michael gave all of the Level Five toy testers carte blanche to give complimentary toys as gifts when we saw an opportunity to hook a new customer.

We ended the interview with me, suggesting that she watch me in action at work the following Monday. She quickly accepted my offer. She reluctantly handed over my clit licker but grinned when I told her I’d make sure to demonstrate its use when she came to see me in action.

Monday morning, Megan showed up right on time. She sat with the technicians and watched while I demonstrated the use of a variety of toys. Glass dildos, anal beads, a clit-sucking device, and vibrating nipple clamps were all part of my list to try out today. I peeked out under the blindfold and caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye as she shifted in her seat, her eyes glued to the action. I purposely licked the glass cock after removing it from my pussy and watched her eyes flicker with desire.

Then I surprised her by inviting her into my testing room to get a close-up look at the toys and the action. She stood next to the bed and watched while I tested a new wireless wand massager. Though I couldn’t see her, with the blindfold back in place, I could hear her breathy pants as my orgasm drew closer.

When I arched my back and came, screaming like a banshee, she moaned out loud, “Oh, fuck, that was hot!”

I removed the blindfold and smiled at her. “I have a delicious surprise for you,” I said wickedly.

Her facial expression showed a war between panic and lust. “A surprise?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes, follow me,” I said, taking her by the hand, not allowing her to do anything but comply.

I took her into another room, where a clean bed waited for her. I couldn’t very well ask this lovely young girl to lay in a puddle of my cum.

“Take off your slacks,” I directed her. “You may leave your panties on if you wish, but it will feel so much better with them off.”

She looked confused, so I leaned in and whispered, “I know how much you wanted to try out the clit-licker. So, here is your chance to lay back and let me show you how it works.”

I could tell she was trying to pull off being appalled. But her aroused pussy wouldn’t let her say no. She removed her slacks and panties, climbed on the bed, and asked, “Will you blindfold me, please?”

I grinned, “My pleasure!”

I covered her eyes and then grabbed some lubricant and watched her body flinch as I drizzled the cool liquid on her clit. She moaned softly as I rubbed it around just a bit. I had no idea if this journalist was straight, lesbian, or bisexual. But at the moment, I don’t think either one of us much cared!

I turned the device on the lowest setting and positioned it to start lapping at her swollen nub. Her hips started to rock, so I turned it up slowly. Watching her writhe and moan under my hand was such a delight.

“Oh, my God! More, please, turn it all the way up!” she cried out suddenly.

I toyed with edging her but thought that might be pushing it. I did exactly as she asked and turned it up as high as it would go.

Her back arched, and she screamed, “I’m fucking cumming!”

When she could finally breathe normally, she removed the blindfold from her eyes and looked at me. “Thank you so much for the demonstration. Where can I buy one of these?”

“Oh, sweetie,” I said, laughing, “this one is yours! It’s my gift to you for writing the article about me!”

She grinned, “Well, hot damn! But what can I give you in return for the best orgasm I’ve ever had?”

“Well, you can start by making sure the article is amazing. Then, if you are so inclined, you can take me to dinner,” I mused, testing the waters.

She beamed, “You mean, like a date?”

I smiled, “Only if you want it to be a date.”

She slid off the bed and put her panties and slacks back on. “Yes, I’d like very much for it to be a date.”

I kissed her and said, “Pick me up at 7:00 p.m.”

~~~

Fast forward three years, and not only am I the top sex toy tester for Delectable Diversions, but I am also married to a hot little blonde who is the current executive editor for Naughty and Nice Magazine. Megan and I are enjoying trying out new toys together. And my company gives her magazine exclusive interviews at any time a new toy comes on to the market.

Michael Flores wasn’t joking when he said his idea would change my life forever.