I was in my neighborhood electronics store called Mister E's. It was an awesome store, a real mom and pop shop that would give you real advice on a purchase and not just try to sell you the latest and most expensive thing in the place.
I was greeted by a familiar face. A tall man with neatly parted short black hair. He wore a white dress shirt and khakis. His nametag said, Steve.
"Hi, what can I help you with?" Steve asked.
"I need a new TV remote," I said. "I busted mine."
"No problem," Steve said. "Follow me."
I kept up with Steve as he took me past an aisle of TVs, then stereos, then home theaters. We finally stopped at a rack on the back wall where all the remotes hung in plastic packages.
"You on a budget?" Steve asked.
"Always," I said.
I was a poor college student.
Steve reached up high and grabbed a remote from the top of the rack. He blew a layer of dust off the package.
I sneezed.
"Bless you," Steve said. "I think this will do." He handed me the package.
The remote was called the Telemaster 2000 and it looked a little bit old. "Will this work with a Sony?"
"Sure," Steve said. "It'll work with all the popular brands and it's only ten bucks."
"Can't beat that," I said. "Thank you."
"Thank you for coming in today," Steve said.
I went to the front of the store, paid with cash, and made my way back home.
I plopped down on my broken down old gray couch and opened up the Telemaster 2000 remote. A white booklet fell out. I picked it up, it was the instructions.
TO PROGRAM: POINT REMOTE AT TV AND HOLD MUTE AND 8 FOR 6.8 SECONDS.
TO TEST: PRESS VOLUME UP. IF VOLUME INCREASES STOP. IF VOLUME DOES NOT INCREASE PLEASE TRY PROGRAM INSTRUCTIONS AGAIN.
I stood up and turned on the TV with the button on top of the set. I pointed the Telemaster at the TV and held the two buttons for as close to 6.8 seconds as I could estimate. I released the buttons. I pushed VOLUME UP.
The volume on the TV went from 15 to 16.
Success!
"That was easy," I said.
I flipped channels until I landed on one of my favorite game shows, Let's Make A Deal.
I turned up the volume. The hosts, Wayne and Jonathan were doing a silly skit with a contestant dressed as a policeman. They were doing some improv and I was always impressed at how Wayne and Jonathan seemed to always make it work, even the dumbest stuff.
I tossed the remote next to me on the couch.
Everything went blinding white. So white I had to shut my eyes.
"What's happening!" I yelled.
Was this the end? The apocalypse? Did I just die of a heart attack on the couch?
The light went away. I opened my eyes. I was on a bed. I was still in my jeans and green polo shirt. I felt okay. I felt fine actually. I looked around, I wasn't on a real bed, it was a zany looking caricature of a bed, above me hung a big sign that said Zonk with a cartoon picture of a sheep on each side.
"Zonk," I muttered.
I looked around some more, a big curtain was a few feet away. All of a sudden I heard a huge roar from a crowd. It startled me so much I nearly fell off the bed. I heard voices. Familiar voices. It was Wayne and Jonathan and they were doing the exact improv skit I just watched on TV.
I swung my legs off the bed and tip-toed to the curtain.
"What are you doing over there?"
I jerked my hands away from the curtain and spun around. "Nothing!"
"Are you the one they sent? You're late."
I couldn't answer that question. I couldn't speak. My tongue was all twisted up as I stared at Tiffany Coyne. Tiffany was the hot blonde co-host of Let's Make A Deal. She looked like a golden goddess standing in front of me with her perfectly tanned muscular legs, gleaming silvery dress, and platinum blonde hair. Her blue eyes were locked onto me. "Well, are you the one?"
"Uh--yeah," I said, not wanting to explain that a magic TV remote brought me here. That would get me a quick trip to the looney bin in a straightjacket.
"Did they tell you what I expect?" Tiffany said, stepping closer.
I got the scent of her sexy perfume. I couldn't believe I was right here with a woman that I had jerked-off to countless times.
"No, they didn't tell me anything."
"Well," Tiffany said. "I guess that's good actually. I'll tell you exactly what I want. Get back on this bed, we don't have much time."
"Okay," I went back to the cartoonish bed and sat on the side.
Tiffany crossed her arms, pushing up her firm breasts. She cocked her hip to the side and tapped a high-heeled foot. "Show me what you got."
"What I got?"
"Yes, that's what they pay you for. To do whatever I say. To get me ready before a show. So do it. Get naked."
"Naked!"
Tiffany groaned. She stepped forward and started unbuttoning and unzipping me. "I don't have time for your games."
"Okay, okay," I said, getting the message. I yanked my shirt over my head.
Tiffany pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down in one quick motion. My cock sprang up. Tiffany's blue eyes went wide. "Wow," she said. "You sure do have a big penis for such a skinny guy."
"Thanks," I said. I knew my cock was surprisingly big for my size. I was barely six feet tall and only weighed one-sixty, but I had a thick nine-inch dick.
Tiffany took me in her hand and stroked me. She dropped to her knees and stared at my cock. "I'm gonna have to give it my all to get this big thing down my throat."
I loved the way she looked on her knees in front of me. Her blonde hair looked so nice, I reached down to run my fingers through her silky hair.
Tiffany opened her mouth and leaned forward. Her soft lips wrapped around my shaft. Her warm wet mouth felt so wonderful. She sucked hard. I knew she was getting more than a few drops of pre-cum down her throat.