"TURN IT OFF! JERRY, TURN IT OFF!" Mandy said as the butterfly vibrator went into maximum vibration mode sending jolt after jolt of pleasure to her clit.
Jerry and Mandy had known each other since college. To split their expenses, they had shared an apartment together while they were in college but their relationship had always been platonic.
After college, it just seemed financially convenient to continue to share the apartment while they both worked various jobs trying to pay off their considerable student loan debt.
Despite the fact that they had been living together five years after they graduated, their relationship was still platonic and they were close but good friends.
Each had dated other people never seeming to find anyone they liked enough for more than a one-night stand. Neither wanted to jeopardize their friendship by becoming intimate, not that each had not thought about it.
Mandy, whose face was average in appearance, had long blond hair, a very shapely ass and nice firm breasts that would have made a Playboy Bunny envious. They definitely got Jerry's attention whenever she was not wearing a bra. Which was usually most of the time she was not working.
Jerry had a slightly better than average face, but the average body of a man who worked in an office all the time and never seemed to have enough time to work out. He was not overweight; he was just too unremarkable in any way except one; he had the most beautiful brown eyes that when a woman noticed them she became lost in them.
They had both come to value other's friendship too much to jeopardize it. Each was afraid that if they became intimate it would be the end of their relationship.
As time progressed, both Jerry and Mandy were silently aware that it was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain their ever growing attraction to the other.
One day, after an especially bad day at work, Jerry walked into the apartment and flopped down on his favorite chair. His face was fuming with anger. Mandy, who had the day off from her job as a software programmer for a local bank, was sitting on the couch reading a book. She looked up at him worried, as she had never seen the usually calm Jerry this angry before and asked, "What's the matter, Jerry?"
"Those son-of-a-bitchs are outsourcing the Database Team, and after that the Desktop Support Team. It wont be long before someone figures out how to outsource Network Administration." Being a well-paid Network Administrator, the last part was sure to leave Jerry without a job.
She thought about it for a minute and then, putting down the book she had been reading, said to him, "Look Jerry, why don't we go into business together? I'm tired of working for other people and watching them get rich off of my hard work. I'll bet we've got enough money between the two of us. What do you think?"
They had both been saving their money for the five years since they had finished college. Both of them had finished paying off the student loan debts about two years ago and each had been banking every spare penny they made in anticipation of settling down someday.
He thought about it for a couple of seconds; then said, "Sure, why not!"
Between the two of them, they had accumulated quite a sum of money between the two of them. And so, for a couple of weeks each independently searched the Internet looking for a business model that they could both afford but would have a good chance of succeeding.
Finally, one afternoon, they sat down together to discuss what they had discovered.
They looked at each other hesitantly; then, almost in unison they both said, "Let's go into the sex toy business." Then they each laughed.
They were both pleasantly surprised and happy that neither was shocked at the other's idea. But after all, how could they be? They both had the same idea. And so they decided to become entrepreneurs in the sex toy business.
They spent the next two months occupied with the tasks of finding a store to rent, buying advertisements, setting up a website, and ordering stock, plus a myriad of other tasks that starting a new business requires.
It was a Friday night and they were working late unpacking, stocking and placing on displays a huge selection of assorted dildos, vibrators, adult DVD's and other items to numerous to mention. While neither said anything to the other, they were each intrigued by the sheer variety and potential uses for the erotic merchandise they were handling. Being surrounded by all that erotic material only served to remind them that it had been quite some time since they had shared the intimacy of another person. And so, as the night progressed, they were each becoming very horny.
Jerry had just finished stocking one of the DVD racks and was hoping Mandy would not notice the erection he had been sporting for the past several hours. He heard a truck pull up in the alley leading to the back door of their store. He turned to Mandy and said, "Nobody delivers this late."
Mandy turned to him and said, "Maybe it's the garbage pickup, they run about this time don't they?"
"Damn, you're right! I completely forgot. Help me get these empty boxes out back before they pull off or the damn things will be in our way all weekend, will you?" he exclaimed.
She put down a rabbit vibrator, grabbed a hand full of the flattened boxes, and followed him into the back of the store.
When they got there, they did not find a garbage truck as they had expected. Instead, parked, its rolling back door open was what appeared to be a medium sized rental truck.
"Turn around slowly and don't do anything stupid!" They heard a man's voice say from behind them.
When they did, they saw a man and woman standing in the corner of the alley near the door through which they had just come. The strangers were both dressed in white overalls similar to those used by a local moving company. Each stranger also was wearing a cheap plastic Lone Ranger masks on their faces. The masks were similar to those you might buy for Halloween. But most importantly, the strangers were holding pistols aimed directly at Jerry and Mandy. The woman was holding a canvas bag similar to that used by carpenters to carry their tools.
"Walk inside, both of you and don't say a word." the man told them pointing his pistol in the direction of the door.
After they were all inside the man closed the door behind them.
"OK, here's the way its going to be, we are going to help ourselves to some of the paintings that the art store next door has been kind enough to collect for us so we are going to be here for a couple of hours. Behave yourselves and nobody will get hurt; don't, and well, I think you get the picture." he said aiming his pistol directly at Jerry's head.
His companion had set the canvas bag down and was walking around the store while the male robber was talking to them.
"Over here Mr. Black! This will do fine." she said.
She walked over to cover them while her companion walked into the storage room and looked around.
"Yup, Mrs. White, this is perfect. OK, bring them in here." he told her.
Somehow, Jerry suspected the Mr. Black and Mrs. White were not their real names.
Mrs. White picked up her bang and followed Jerry and Mandy as they walked into the closet.
She then opened the bag and lay several links of chain and several combination locks onto the carpeted floor, then turned to them and said, "The art gallery next door has kindly collected some rather kinky paintings for us. Wasn't that so kind of them? " Mr. Black chuckled. She continued, "We can't have you nice people calling the police while we are next door helping removing their excess inventory; it would just spoil our night. And, we are going to be too busy to watch you." Mandy looked at Jerry with terror on her face as the female stranger continued, "Don't worry, play nice and we won't hurt you. We are just going to leave you here tied up while we work."
"When we leave we will give you the keys to the locks, but it will take you a while to get free. Now, just so you wont be in a big hurry to escape and run to the nearest phone, strip!" she said to them. "Oh, yeah, all of your clothes please." Jerry and Mandy stood there in shock. "Of course, if you wish, I am sure Mr. Black will be glad to help you." She said smiling.
Mandy had taken off everything hoping no one would notice how wet her panties were and Jerry was down to his under shorts when he paused hesitating.
Mrs. White looked down at the large bulge in his underwear and said, "Go ahead, as soaked as your girlfriend's panties are, I thing she's going to enjoy seeing it."
Reluctantly, Jerry pulled down his underpants and his erection sprang free pointing straight at Mandy. She stared at it for a few seconds and then turned away.
"Cover them, all these nice toys have given me an idea." Mrs. White said to her partner in crime and left the room.
She returned about a minute later with a package containing one of those strap-on butterfly vibrators that have wired remote controls, a couple of double " A " batteries and a roll of packing tape.
When he saw what she had in her hands, Mr. Black snickered and said to his companion, "Playing Matchmaker again?"
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