Page 13 of Her Juicy Cherry (Sweet Treats 2)

But what do they want me to do? I’m not very good with science, despite my major. I chose Environmental Studies because I’m interested in protecting the Earth. But my interest is really in modifying human behavior to decrease our carbon footprint via recycling; biking instead of driving; and decreasing our reliance on oil, among other tactics. I don’t actually know the hard science behind how cars generate carbon monoxide, or how molecules mix to become toxic stews polluting our oceans. All that is for the real scientists, which Hank and Huck certainly look to be.

But I’m excited, and I smile brightly.

“So what would the job entail?” I ask. “What do you do precisely? It looks like you have a ton of experiments going, but is there a particular focus area?”

My handsome bosses exchange an amused look, and then Huck gets up, stretching his long legs. He’s so big and tall that I’m breathless.

“In fact, we do have a concentration,” he admits. “It’s called teledildonics. Have you heard of it before?”

I squint at him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Teledildonics,” he says patiently. “It’s a pretty obscure research area, but it’s been getting more coverage the past couple years.”

I shake my head.

“No, I’ve never heard of it. Does it have to do with telephones? Or telegrams? Or I don’t know, tele-health care? I know what that is,” I say while biting my lip. Oh no, I feel so dumb. I don’t even have the smallest inkling of what they could be referring to.

“Good try,” grins Hank, “but not quite. Basically, teledildonics is the remote use of particular toys to increase a person’s pleasure. So the word has two parts: tele, which basically means remote; and then dildonics, which I’m sure you know.”

I didn’t know because the word dildonics was kind of buried in there. My cheeks go red and I stare at the two men.

“You mean, sex toys?” is my question a low voice. “Is that what we’re talking about?”

Huck nods.

“Yeah, but really cool ones. Ones that would blow your mind, and make being together that much more interesting, as well as possible. After all, technology has broken down barriers, and teledildonics is the next frontier. Would you like us to show you some examples of our inventions?”

I gulp before nodding slightly. Why not? This is such a titillating subject matter, and I actually do want to know more.

“Sure,” I manage in a choked voice.

Hank gets up and strides to cupboard, before rummaging around a bit. He reappears with a rubber shaft in his hand, about eight inches long and heavily veined. My mouth waters upon seeing it, and my heartrate accelerates. Oooh, that one looks fun. The rubber gleams under the light, and there’s a black base that has a couple of interesting looking buttons on it.

He holds it up for me to get a better look with a smile.

“This appears to be a regular Battery Operated Boyfriend, but it’s much more than that, I promise. You see these buttons?” he asks, pointing to the multicolored switches. I nod. “These are different settings,” he says, pressing one so that the toy starts vibrating. A hum fills the air, and it looks dirty, to say the least. The handsome man is literally holding a huge shaft in his hand that pumps and bucks as he speaks. I can’t look away, and my secret spot is becoming moist.

But Hank keeps talking.

“Well, the toy can operate just like any other toy you might pick up in a store. But there’s an added functionality to this one. Huck?” he says to his friend.

Huck leaps into motion and turns to a computer screen near him. Hank turns off the toy, and it falls into silence before placing it on a nearby table. Then Huck’s fingers dance across some controls on the screen, and the toy starts up again by itself. At first, it’s just vibrating softly, but as I watch, it literally begins to dance a bit on the flat surface.

“You see?” growls Huck. “Now I’m going to make it go left.”

His fingers tap something, and sure enough, the B-O-B bends to the left a bit, as if doing a bow.

“Now right,” commands Hank, and Huck’s fingers tap again. This time, the B-O-B bends to the right, and incredibly, as Huck makes swirling motions on the screen, the toy begins to twirl and twist, literally dancing on the tabletop.

“See that?” asks Hank proudly. “This isn’t the newest development because this type of remote control has been around for a while. But imagine how powerful this toy could be. Say you live in Los Angeles, but your boyfriend lives in San Francisco. You guys could link up, and you could “play” together by using this handy toy.”

I stare at the B-O-B, still bopping on the tabletop. As Huck grins, his fingers move discreetly and even the veins on the toy begin to pulse. Then it literally begins to jump a bit, up and down, as if simulating a pounding motion. It’s so dirty, and my mouth is open in breathless awe.

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