Dr Wang was weird. A noted neurologist in his prime, he had implemented a myriad of therapies still in use today, but soon grew out of favor from his colleagues for his unorthodox resolution approach and social philosophies. Once rejected and demoted, the unfairly labeled 'Demented Doctor' was finally forced to accept an 'engineering' position with an upstart furniture manufacturer specializing in therapeutic furniture. Despite his frequently recognized professional success, he felt mentally unchallenged and actively pursued his own personal research during his free time. Dr. Wang was a quiet, short and stout offspring of a mixed marriage that had failed early in his youth. His Mother had struggled to support his younger Sister and himself well into maturity until succumbing to a heart attack while abusing herself with an oversized dildo in the shower. His Sister, Suki disappeared, and was finally located years later as the head mistress of a brothel in San Francisco's Chinatown district under investigation for selling sushi and sex without the appropriate state licenses. By now, the discredited doctor was living a semi-obscure lifestyle supported by his meager earnings from the furniture factory where our two destinies would merge.
My name is Logan. I've been going through training as an EMT at the local JC while living at home and supplementing my income by selling whatever herb I can glean from a local medicinal grower, Ray. Times were tough, and I eventually succumbed to parental pressure to obtain regular employment despite my deep desire to live off the grid on a couple acres of hybrid herb. I spent a rainy afternoon scouring the net and local papers until I finally secured several leads that were flexible enough to further my education. The next afternoon a local bus dropped me off a block away from an unimpressive warehouse and after a quick blast of courage from a hit of train-wreck, I staggered into the front office and somewhat hesitantly announced my availability for employment to a middle age receptionist. Taking a seat in front of a montage of various chairs and beds manufactured on site, I shuddered at the thought of the manual labor required of a warehouseman along with the impending loss of personal freedom. Never known for my personal motivation, I had not held a job for any length of time, and had long ago fallen from the last rung of desirability to the opposing gender. If offered the position, my long maintained lifestyle would be unalterably shaken despite the potential advantages employment would offer.
Still in the throes of self-pity, a well dressed up-beat older guy introduced himself as Harry, and escorted me to the privacy of his neat, well-maintained office. After a series of questions and a well rehearsed job description speech he welcomed me to the company and guided me out onto the production floor. The overall feeling rendered by the crew was mellow, and I found myself re-evaluating my negative thinking to welcome the thought of becoming part of the team. When we stepped into the small cluttered office of Dr. Wang, my feelings were reinforced with a with our first handshake. There was an indescribable bond far deeper than I had ever felt before, and I knew by his lingering smile we had made a connection of a lifetime. My delivery rig was an F-250 panel equipped with various dollies and a hand truck; and the storage area was a spacious, uncluttered, two tiered room that would make maneuvering the electric forklift effortless. Harry explained that after my deliveries were completed, I would stow and distribute supplies as required for the next day's production before heading home. My pay was fixed, there were no time clocks. More importantly, next to a deluxe coffee machine there were several vending machines with a wide array of munchies for even the most hardcore junkie.
With two deliveries already staged, and Harry's delighted approval, I immediately set out to learn the characteristics of my job. Loading and securing the cargo was simple , and with a full complement of maps in the cab, I was soon winding through traffic on my way to Crystal Creek townhouses. The first sofa was delivered effortlessly with a $20 tip for my efforts. The other two delivery locations were progressively closer to the warehouse, and somewhat more lucrative. I returned to the warehouse with fifty bucks and a deluxe burger meal. As I was distributing the raw materials, I proportionately shared my tips with the workforce (after all, they built the furniture) and after stowing a few items headed for the bus stop and home. A call later that night from Harry to obtain the size of my company issued coveralls along with a plethora of gratitude confirmed the job was mine.
After my final class ended the next day, I returned to the warehouse and found a note taped to one of the easy chairs I was delivering the simply stated: 'B4 U go Pls C Me' signed by 'the Dr.' Once loaded, I went to his office and knocked discreetly. He slowly opened the door, his weathered face brightened perceptibly when we made eye contact.
"Nolan isn't it?"
"Yes sir," I returned pensively.
"Come in and grab a chair." He gently closed the door and paused for a few moments. "So you partake in recreational pharmaceuticals?"
The color drained from my face, and I dropped my gaze to the floor.
"Lighten up, my young friend - I worked on campus too many years not to know when someone's buzzed. Your secret's safe - got any to spare?"
Taking a deep breath of relief, I pulled the bag with my remaining bud and handed it to him. He expertly broke off a chunk and stuffed the contents into a pipe he produced from inside his lab coat before returning the remainder. I eased into the seat and felt a slight jolt in my perineum that I attributed to static electricity.
"I loaned a seat cushion similar to the one underneath you on to one of my former lab assistants last night and need you to retrieve it during your deliveries - just between the two of us, you understand."
"Sure Doc," I retorted as a tingling in my groin intensified. "Let me have the address." He handed me a business card with the address scribbled on the back and took a sip of his bottled water. "I'll be getting some more herbs over the weekend if you're interested," I offered while rising from the chair with an unmistakable erection.
"I would be," he returned with an obvious glint in his eye. "You might want to cover that localized swelling;" he offered as he glanced at crotch, "I'm sure a few of the single production gals would insist on a functional demonstration." Too embarrassed to respond, I nodded and made a hasty exit through the bustling production area to the safety of the cab. By the time I reached my first delivery address out in the suburbs, my bulge had subsided although my groin continued to quiver with sexual anticipation. The final stop was at a deluxe two-story townhouse to retrieve Dr. Wang's cushion. After two attempts at the doorbell, a disheveled middle aged lady responded wrapped in bath towel.
"My, my, what a virile young stud we have here - come on in and give me some," she blurted enthusiastically as she grabbed my belt and pulled me within. As soon as the door slammed, her right hand was fumbling with my jean fasteners while her other hand roughly pulled me down into a passionate lip lock. With her towel and my pants at our feet, we tumbled onto the plush carpet where she quickly maneuvered atop my naked torso and grasped my engorged organ gently. "When you get home, I want you to thank your folks for this glorious package," she murmured as she admired my cock thoroughly before squeezing the life out of my throbbing shaft.
"Please, lady. . ." I protested meekly to the unmistakable passion in her eyes and anticipatory trembling in her thighs that signaled she was far beyond rational reception. She deftly positioned my purplish glans at her fuzz covered opening and threw her head back with a high pitched squeak as her body quaked and shivered in the unmistakable throes of an orgasm. Her delicious pussy slipped further down my shaft as another, more breath taking orgasm overwhelmed her. The large rose colored nipples capping her pale white melons were now granite etching hard as her full breasts gyrated wildly. Her spasms were so forceful they shook her body downward suddenly to fully engulf my hyper sensitive cock into her steamy core. Her eyes rolled up into her skull and she toppled over on top of my gasping chest with a thud.
I thought I had killed her, and my imagination went into overdrive as I struggled to freedom and into my disheveled jeans. Standing over her quivering form, I reasoned she was still in the land of the living by her tremors and gently covered her with her towel. From the corner of my eye, I located Dr. Wang's cushion on the easy chair, and quickly unplugged it. Quietly slipping out the door, I made sure it was securely locked before scrambling back to the security of the truck to make my second hasty exit of the day. Now most men might have taken advantage of a non-contentious, naked counterpart, but losing my position after one day on a pure gravy job would be a resume killer. Once a safe distant from the townhouse, I pulled out a partially roasted joint and finished it off just as I turned into the parking lot of my favorite day old bread store. With the $40 worth of today's tips, I bought a case of pastries and sodas for the production crew before cruising back to the warehouse.
Once I stepped onto the loading dock, I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief. Quickly I set about storing several pallets of raw materials and distributing the supplies with the pastries to the crew amidst their unique gestures of gratitude. One of the upholsterers that I was briefly introduced to the first day called me over. Her name was Serena, a mocha skinned exotic beauty that belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her voluptuous curves and a youthful zest were guaranteed to fulfill the fantasies of even the least virile unimaginative male.
"Kinda left in a hurry today," she cooed with a sweet suggestive voice that would turn most males into a puddle of melted goo.
