Authors: Lacey Kane
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Just Another Day at the Office
Copyright © 2012 by Lacey Kane
Cover Design by Adrienne Thorne
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“Good morning, everyone,” Russ Toyer said. He entered the board room and took his seat at the head of the table. Looking down the black oak table at his new staff of product testers, he allowed himself a smile. He’d selected quite the group.
Chase Bruner sat to his left in Wranglers and boots with a black cowboy hat dipped low over his eyes, looking ready to lasso a bull at any moment.
On Chase’s left was Jayson Grant, former defensive end for the Dallas Cowboys, wearing a designer suit that accentuated his massive, muscular frame. Early retirement had only allowed Jayson more time to work out, so he was even bigger now than he was in his playing days.
On the opposite side of the table, Zach Allendale had a yellow legal pad and pen poised to take notes, should they be necessary. Probably a hard habit for the lawyer to break.
“Welcome to the Toyz ‘R Us team,” Russ said. “I trust you’ve all read through your contracts and know what’s expected.” He looked over at Zach and raised an eyebrow. If any man present was going to have an objection to the contract, it would be the legal mind of the bunch, considering they’d be testing sex toys before they were put out on the market. Zach nodded, though, so Russ pressed on.
“Excellent. I’ve hired each of you an assistant, carefully selected based on the preferences and requirements noted in your application packets. They’re due to arrive in about fifteen minutes, so you can help them acclimatize to their new responsibilities. A file is waiting in each of your offices with all the pertinent details on your assistants. By mid-morning, my assistant, Abby, will be around to each of your offices to deliver your first test product assignments.”
Russ shuffled a stack of papers on the table. “You’ve got a weekly budget already set up for your assistants, for other supplies you might need. Check your file for details on how that will work. And you’re each responsible for setting the rules for your own assistants—working days and hours, dress code, system of discipline, and the like.” He met and held each of their gazes for a moment, letting his words sink in.
“As long as you complete testing of your assigned products each week and finalize the reports for our Monday morning meetings for discussion, feel free to operate your tests and trials as you see fit. Some weeks, we’ll all test the same products, and other weeks we’ll have products catered specifically to our individual specialties and preferences. I’m sure you’ll be pleased with this week’s choices. We’ll arrange a demonstration for the office later in the week. Any questions?”
Chase leaned over, leaning his elbows on the table. “The contract mentioned somethin’ about client demonstrations, not just demos for the rest of the office?”
“There won’t be any this first week,” Russ said. “I’ll let you know when we’ve got something scheduled and who I’ll be sending them to. You’ll always have at least a day or two notice, so you can plan how you’ll want to go about the demo.”
Zach nodded. “Will the clients be allowed to participate in the demonstrations?”
“Of course, if they want.”
“And if our assistants don’t work out for whatever reason?” Jayson asked. He cracked his knuckles.
“If you’ve taken all the disciplinary measures you feel are necessary and aren’t happy with your assistant’s performance, let me know and she’ll be replaced as soon as possible.”
Russ took another look around. His new product testers were all nodding, eyes narrowed, deep in thought. “Well, if there’s nothing—”
“I’ve got one last question,” Jayson said. He pushed away from the table, folding his massive arms over his chest. “Well, technically two. Do we have to do all our tests in the office, and can we allow anyone else to assist us?”
“Excellent questions.” Russ smiled. “Testing can take place anywhere, any time. We have a number of amenities here at the office which can aid you in your testing, but there is no requirement that you use them. As I said earlier, as long as your reports are prepared for Monday morning meetings, it’s a free-for-all. And feel free to enlist assistance. No one else gets paid for their time, but if they’re willing…” He lifted his hands out to the side, palms up, with a shrug.
The bell tinkled as the front door opened, and the sound of feminine voices filtered into the Toyz ‘R Us board room.
“Sounds like our assistants have arrived. Let’s get to work.”
Jayson studied the headshot in his file and looked over the notes.
Chelsea Landry. Twenty-one, five-foot-eight, size zero, D-cup bra. Blonde hair and blue eyes, and a cute little button nose.
All the things that would look good on his arm.
He scanned down the list at her sexual profile.
Sucks cock like a champ, multi-orgasmic, loves her pocket vibrator, owns two smallish dildos (a five incher and a six incher), anal virgin, one partner at a time, experience with basic missionary and doggy-style positions only, never had an older boyfriend or sexual partner.
Jayson chuckled. A lot of that was about to change.
A knock sounded at his door. He double-checked that her signed employment contract and the release for the product trials were inside, then closed the file and pushed it aside. “Come in,” he called out.
“Good morning, Mr. Grant,” Chelsea said as she ducked inside. She had on a long-sleeved, pink button down blouse, a gray pencil skirt that covered way too much leg, and pumps with knee-high pink socks. That wouldn’t do at all. “Mr. Toyer said I should report to you.” A fierce blush stained her cheeks as she looked around the room, already filled with his Cowboys paraphernalia and framed photos of him with some of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders in various states of undress.
“Take a seat, Chelsea.” Jayson gestured to the chair across from him. “Call me Jayson.”
She slipped into the chair and crossed her feet at the ankles, then looked up and met his gaze.
“I’m sure you’re aware of all the details of your employment contract with Toyz ‘R Us, so I won’t bother reiterating any of that to you. Let’s just cut to the chase. I’m a product tester. I’ve got to make certain that all of the products we put on the market are safe, reliable, and deliver on their promises. I have to be sure that everything we put out is top-notch. The highest quality. We don’t make just plain Jane, run-of-the-mill sex toys. As my assistant, it’s going to be your job to assist me in any and every way I require. Got that?”
“Good, because I’ll be testing them on you.”
Her jaw dropped. That gave him a good opportunity to check out that sweet, little heart-shaped mouth. It would be a tight fit for his cock, but she could handle him. She had a tongue ring in, too. He must have missed that in her file.
“Our first product assignment should be here in the next hour or so. In the meantime, let’s get to know each other a little. Why don’t you show me those D-cups?”
“But—but I thought I was going to be your secretary,” she spluttered. Her eyes traveled to the wide-open mini-blinds covering three of the four walls of his office. Anyone walking by in the hall would be able to clearly see in, as could anyone on several floors in the next building over. “I thought I was going to type up reports and schedule appointments, that sort of thing.”