"My goodness," Lenny commented coyly, "in just a matter of seconds?"
McClain cast a gloating look in her direction. Then he pressed a lever on the aluminum desk. His chair descended and allowed him to walk around the desk to the center of the room. With a start, Lenny realized that the man was practically a midget. Apparently the mechanical swivel chair was designed particularly to jack him up so that he appeared to be of normal stature when he was seated behind the desk.
Masters McClain was bragging unashamedly now, he kicked unkindly at the snoring inert bulk that was Imenlo.
"The fact of the matter is, Miss Morgan, that this machine, if properly distributed, could revolutionize the feminine approach to sexuality. This kind of boor," he kicked out even harder at the oblivious body of Imenlo, "this revolting phenomenon we call masculinity, would become entirely obsolete."
The little man whirled to stare fanatically up at Lenny.
"I can guarantee that the pleasure received from my little machine is powers above that that any mere man can give to a woman. These little fuckers will sell like hot cakes."
Lenny trembled with disgust at the entire concept, but she forced herself to lie as Boss Carl had directed. "I'm sure they will, Mister McClain."
"You may call me Masters," he said with an offhand wave of his tiny, fat hand. "The problem, however, is promotion. For years now, people like that sonofabitch Boss Carl have been selling sexuality in all its grotesque forms. Sex with animals, sex with other women, even sex with men! Distasteful as hell, don't you agree?"
"Uh, yes, of course, I mean, disgusting."
"Good. I'm glad that you are a sensible girl and you can see the frailties in the entire psychosexual system that bastards like Boss Carl have imposed upon us. Your job…"
"Yes?"
"Your job, Miss Morgan, will be to sell this idea to some of the most important people in the country. I am coming out with a male equivalent of the Xylotrope very shortly. So, we won't have to worry about boys becoming jealous of girls. No, our problem is to convince people that the basic concept of sex within the animal world is not only disgusting, it's also inefficient!"
Lenny trembled with disgust. She thought that this was quite possibly the most horrid man that she had ever met.
Masters reached out and punched a button on the desk.
"I'm going to call up now and arrange another audition for you. If you can succeed in this one, I think you've got the job."
Lenny stared at him in disbelief. When were these infernal tests going to cease?
Lenny nodded and stood staring at this truly unusual gentleman. She was overawed by his poise and sophisticated manner.
"Mr. Cubbings is one of our true believers," McClain went on cheerfully, "he will operate the controls on the Xylotrope used in our world premiere demonstration. Of course, you understand, we will be using a model that is a great deal more advanced than the type that will ultimately be distributed. However, that is to be taken for granted in the business practices of the modern world. The housewives will be quite satisfied with their more economical counterparts, eh?"
Lenny grinned, so even in this kind of insane plot, the twistings and turnings of the devious businessman remained the same. They were not going to demonstrate the model that would actually be sold! She made a mental note to pass this information along to her boss.
The sophisticated Cubbings ordered a couple of men in uniforms of the Xylotropic company to bring in a control panel and a larger, more complicated version of the machine Lenny had seen several times before.
It was somewhat more delectable in appearance, made into a rather life-like mock-up of the human male genitalia. Lenny gasped to see the size of the plunger device. It was a good foot and a half long!
"There's nothing to fear, my little dove," Cubbings comforted, "the disk computer has already been programmed to compensate for any discrepancies in size of the vaginal opening and the plunger device. There is no danger of… how should I put it… of physical damage due to overuse."
"That's good." Lenny managed through trembling lips.
"At any rate, I suggest we begin immediately," the little man strode to help the workmen unpack the machinery.
In a matter of moments the entire set-up was arranged properly. McClain invited the workmen to remain and watch.
"We may as well," he whined, "get Miss Morgan used to an audience."
Cubbings sat on a small stool connected to the control panel. He smiled encouragingly at Lenny and turned a dial to the on position.
She had been instructed to place the machine between her thighs, but not up into her cunt. She was of course, completely naked.
"There is no place for stripping here," McClain had said, self-righteously.
The machine was beginning to vibrate now, it whirred and ground and even seemed to glow slightly from the pulsing current which flowed through it.
"You will have to familiarize yourself completely with the instrument, of course, Miss Morgan. The demonstration will show you some of some of its fine points."
"Of course," she replied with terror in her heart.
The machine in her hand began to secrete its lubricating fluid.
"Begin to play with it, now," Cubbings instructed as he twiddled the dials on the control panel.
"How do you want me to play with it?"
McClain let out a hideous laugh that was not unlike the cackle of Boss Carl. "My dear," he said, "you must enjoy some foreplay. It would be too unnatural if you didn't, eh?"
With a rising nausea in the pit of her stomach, Lenny fondled the monstrous plunger. To her surprise, it grew stiffer and longer at her touch.
"Good," commented Cubbings at the controls.
Oddly, Lenny began to feel a growing affection for the weird little device in her hands. She caressed the phallic plunger more vigorously, ruggedly pulling at its tip, then slapping it around a bit to test its malleability.
"Very good, my darling," interjected the suave Cubbings. His hands were moving along the control panel very quickly, now.
With an impulse, Lenny took the plunger into her mouth and began to suck on it. The device stirred between her lips, selling up to full size and then diminishing slightly, only to swell up once again. With a shudder that was not totally unpleasant, Lenny realized that this machine was throbbing like a gigantic cock.
"Ummmmm," she moaned.
"Great!" exclaimed Cubbings at the controls.
Lenny let the thing reach far down into her throat, and then she pulled back a little way and began to rotate her lips on the head of the plunger. The tiny slit in the end of the contrivance secreted a trickle of warm fluid. It tasted very sugary. To her surprise, Lenny found that she liked it very much.
"Yum."
"What?" McClain had taken out a note pad. Apparently he was keeping a record of her reactions to the machine.
"Yum," she replied, "it tastes so good!"
"Oh, yes, quite so." McClain remained quite dispassionate. He directly transcribed Lenny's every word into the notebook. A record for the company files.
Cubbings, however, was not so dispassionate. He bounced up and down on his stool. Caressing and twiddling the dials as though they were objects of love. He began to rock back and forth on the stool now, moving in a kind of simulated intercourse. Obviously, the man enjoyed his work immensely.
Lenny saw little of this; she found her eyes closing in mounting passion. Between her legs, the familiar hot feeling was boiling up. She could feel her woman juices trickling down the insides of her creamy white thighs.
With a cry of passionate delight, the curvaceous blonde began to kiss the plunger feverishly. Running her hungry mouth up and down its full length. The pores of the plunger secreted the same sugary fluid; she lapped in greedy joy.