Sam Green finished setting up his new auction account, wondering if he had the balls to go all the way.
The idea had come to him when he'd received yet another new toy that he'd ordered on the internet. The flashlight was hardly a technical marvel, but the novelty of only having to shake it for light, never having to worry about batteries, was enough to make Sam click the buy button.
As soon as he shook the flashlight and turned it on for the first time, the idea lit up in his head along with the LED. The motion of shaking it to power it up was similar to something that he was all too familiar with, while the shape spoke of something else entirely.
Only someone as socially awkward and sexually frustrated as Sam could have possibly considered the idea that popped into his head.
Sam's geeky, creative streak kicked in immediately. Though he knew the principle of how the flashlight worked, his brand new purchase was in pieces only minutes after he pulled it out of the box. A couple of weeks later, the weirdest thing he'd ever purchased arrived, and also ended up in pieces — a vibrator.
The process took a couple of months, but he finally managed to come up with a design that actually worked. He had to put in a larger capacitor and magnet to get enough power, but his clear plastic prototype vibrating powerfully in his hand was worth all the work.
With phase one complete, Sam moved on to the more important part of his fantasy. A lot of internet research and several brown paper wrapped boxes later, he finished the molds and went to work on the real thing.
Now, sitting in front of the computer, Sam spun the vibe in his fingers, and knew that he had to do it. The vibrators were molded from his cock, and the fantasy of a dozen women getting off with his dick was too much to resist. Advertising them as green-powered and guaranteed to ship by Earth Day should attract a lot of interest, and might even make him enough money to break even on all that he'd spent to make the twelve vibrators.
He had to laugh at the irony, because he lumped in Earth Day with Arbor Day, Flag Day, and numerous other holidays that he considered pointless wastes of time designed to line somebody's pockets.
Sam took the pictures, set up the auctions, and went to bed to fantasize about what would happen when he shipped them out in a few days.
Sam cautiously looked around, though it was unlikely that anyone would be anywhere near his lair of servers and wires. He blinked through his auction pages and couldn't help a quiet yes of excitement.
A few blogs and forums had picked up his listings for weird and funny auction posts, pushing his hits through the roof. If the current bids held up, he would actually make a profit off of this whole adventure — besides the abundant masturbatory fantasy fuel.
"Dammit," he cursed when the phone rang. "I.S., Sam Green speaking."
"Just leave it alone and I'll be there in a minute," he said once the woman had described the problem she was having with her computer. He grabbed his bag, left the lair, and went to work.
Teri let out an exasperated, derisive sigh when he appeared at her cubicle a minute or so later. "God, I thought you said that you fixed this thing last time."
Sam's desire to slap her silly for crashing her computer again warred with the arousal that her bared cleavage caused. "I did."
"Well, obviously not," she replied, her voice as much a sneer as the expression on her face. "Just fix the thing," she demanded, and then swept out of her cubicle.
"Bitch," he muttered as he sat down.
As expected, the crash was her fault. Sam got the system back online in a couple of minutes, just in time for Teri to return with a cup of coffee.
"About time," she spat, and made an impatient gesture for him to get out of her chair.
"You're welcome," he said as he walked past her.
Sam rolled his eyes and decided that he was going to go through and block all her favorite non work-related websites again as soon as he got back to his desk.
Sam's heart jumped in his chest and his stomach tightened upon hearing the voice.
"Hey, Denise," he answered, and inwardly winced when he could hear every ounce of his nervousness in his voice.
"Uhm — I've got a little problem," she said while pointing to her computer and shrugging apologetically. She nervously twisted a lock of her shoulder-length auburn hair between her fingers.
Sam found it hard to avoid staring at her. She wasn't a slutty blonde like Teri, but she was still hot — and she didn't treat him like an insect. He glanced in and didn't see anything obviously wrong with the computer. "What is it?"
"I sort of accidentally closed something before I saved it."
"I can bring up the last automatic backup for you, but that won't help with anything between then and now."
"I've been working on it for an hour."
"I should be able to get a lot of it back, then."
Denise folded her hands as if in prayer as she stood up. "Oh, please, please," she said as she moved out of the way.
Sam sat down and reached for the mouse. Denise walked in right next to him, and he felt his cock hardening from the sight of her skirt-clad bottom in his peripheral vision.
"New background, I see," he nervously bantered, trying to cover up the blush that he knew was rising in his cheeks.
"I changed it for Earth Day. If you can't get that file back for me, I'm going to get recycled."
Sam brought up the screen and Denise leaned in to point at one of the files, bringing her full breasts within a few tantalizing inches of his face. "That's it."
"The last backup was ten minutes ago," he said, and brought the document up.
"Scroll down," Denise asked, and took up her prayer pose again. As soon as Sam reached the bottom of the document, she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank god. You're a lifesaver."
"Hey, no problem," he said, and then got up out of the chair. "Just remember to save a little more often."
"I will. I don't think my heart could take another shock like that any time soon. Thank you."
"Just doing my job," Sam responded, holding his bag of tools and discs in front of him to hide his erection as he left the cubicle.
Thankfully, nobody else bothered him as he returned to his lair. He brought up the auction pages again to find that several had new bids. "Two days to go," he said, and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile.
The last of the auctions closed, and Sam let out a whoop. The bidding had more than exceeded any of his expectations, and he would actually be well in the black after shipping all twelve toys out.
Two of the top bidders had already paid and mailed their information before the rest of the auctions even closed. A third came in as Sam took a victory drink from his bottle of beer. He clicked on the email, and his jaw dropped open.
Sam could barely believe it at first, but everything matched up. His hot coworker had won one of the auctions. He was as stiff as a board in a few seconds, the fantasies in his head even more vivid now.
Naturally, he went to bed immediately — and not to sleep.
Sam packed up all of the toys and shipped them out. He decided to take a slight risk, and put a little note in with each one that had what he was positive was a female name. It offered to refund the cost of shipping for a picture of the buyer with the toy. He didn't specify the details of the picture, but hoped that what he'd implied might just entice a couple of wild women to take him up on it.
The days passed as the mail went on its way, and then the first picture arrived. Unfortunately, it was what he expected, rather than what he hoped for. The woman was fully clothed, a little on the large side, and simply holding the vibrator. Sam kept his promise, and sent the refund.
The second picture was much the same, except that the woman was pretty hot.
He saw a third and fourth email with attachments when he checked his mail at work.
One of them was from Denise.
Though he struggled with the decision all day long, Sam avoided the temptation to open either of the messages. He couldn't help walking by her cubicle and looking in a couple of times, though.
The minutes felt like hours as Sam waited for quitting time. When it finally arrived, he hurried home and went straight to his computer.
No more emails had come in during the day, so Sam's pointer hovered over Denise's. At the last second, he decided to open the other one first. It proved to be a bra and panty picture of a woman who looked to be in her forties. She wasn't bad looking, and the pic brought a smile to his face — as well as a rise in his pants.
Sam sent the refund, and then returned to his mailbox. He offered a little prayer to anyone who would listen, and clicked on the message.
An excited groan escaped him when he saw the pic. He'd dreamed about what Denise would look like in her underwear more times than he could imagine. The material was thin enough to give him teasing glimpses of her nipples beneath the bra. The toy, molded from his cock, lay on her flat stomach. Her face was hidden, just like the other pictures he'd received, but knowing her allowed him to fill in the blank. That one picture was worth every ounce of effort he'd put forth.
The one below it nearly gave him a heart attack.
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