When Mary arrived home from the Road Hogs wet t-shirt contest, she was in no mood for anything except satisfying her urgent sexual needs. It had been all she could do not to stop the car in a lay on the way home, but after her experience the last time in the car and the resulting photos, she could never be sure where her tormentor was going to pop up.
She managed to get herself to bed, and from her selection of sex toys she selected her favorite and latest purchase, her new wonderful Future Tech Rabbit vibrator, which she had named Roger. She would have rather had the real thing, but at that moment beggars couldn't be choosers and Roger was the next best thing.
Sometimes when her needs were urgent, Roger could be described as the best. Unlike some men, it never went soft, and it always did what was required of it. She applied a smear of lubricating cream to the end and set the speed to low. She almost cried out when she felt the head press against her sensitive pussy lips.
Gently parting the lips she eased it slowly inside enjoying the motion as the rotating steel balls located in the shaft stimulated the walls of her vagina.
Now with the full seven inches of Roger inside her and the clitoral stimulator in position to do its job, she slowly increased the speed to the next level and began working the tool slowly in and out. She was breathing heavily, moving the vibrator as gently as possible against every sensitive area. She wanted to prolong the wonderful experience for as long as possible. When she felt the first waves of an orgasm building up inside her, she stopped moving the tool and just lay there letting Roger's vibrations pleasure her. With her free hand she squeezed her nipple tightly between her thumb and finger, enjoying the exquisite pain that coursed through her body.
She now badly needed to cum and flicked the switch to the high position. She moaned loudly as the extra speed stimulated the oncoming orgasm. Then with a cry, it hit her. She gasped, squeezing her thighs, trapping Roger inside her as the wonderful first orgasm burst inside her. She fell back on the pillows gasping, the tool still jerking inside her.
She managed to reach down and switch it off, but she left it in position enjoying the feel of it inside her, and when she managed at last to regain her composure, she repeated the process. That was the first of many orgasms that night until exhaustion and sleep overtook her.
She awoke the following morning to feel Roger still in position. She couldn't resist switching him on for just one more time before reluctantly replacing him in his box. He would need to be cleaned later. She slipped out of bed and dragged herself to the shower.
After the shower, she felt refreshed and hungry. Sunday was usually her day of leisure. She slipped into some fresh undie's and eased on a wrap. She would dress later when she decided what she was going to do. Maybe he would call so she didn't make any plans.
In the kitchen, she cooked herself a full English: bacon, eggs, tomatoes and fried bread, a meal not good for the figure, but it was her weekly treat.
She was on her second cup of coffee when the phone rang. She picked it up; it was him. "Good morning, Mary. How do you feel this morning?"
"Okay, but I was exhausted after last night," she replied. "But I'm feeling better after a sleep."
"You looked as though you were enjoying yourself last night. You put on a very revealing show; everyone loved it."
She smiled to herself. "Well, at least I did win."
"Yes, and with that performance you certainly should have. I did hear that you shared your winnings with Rita for helping you."
Mary gasped. Did this guy know everything? "You went a lot further than I expected. Did you find it stimulating exposing yourself like that?" "Yes, I guess I did. It was okay at the time, but in the cold light of day, I think I went a bit far."
"No, you did everything that I expected of you, and more, and because of that I have a special treat for you next weekend. Have you ever done any promotional work?"
"I've helped out at a few trade shows and exhibitions."
"Good, that's even better. I will send you the information in the post. Oh, by the way, you will need to take Friday off and go down to Midchester on Thursday evening. I've booked you into the Travel Lodge there for two nights. It's a double room so why not ask Bob to go with you? Be some company for you and save you money on batteries." Did this guy know everything about her?
"I might have one more little game night for you before you go, but you can relax for today. You did a great job last night. I took some interesting pictures."
Mary gasped. "You didn't, no."
"Just for my own personal pleasure. I think you have kept your side of the bargain so I will keep mine as long as you continue to do as you are asked. I'll ring you after you get the letter. Enjoy the rest of your day." And with that, the phone went dead.
She rang Bob and found him at home alone. She told him about the show last night.
"Wish I'd been there," he said.
"I couldn't have done it if I'd known you were there." She went on to tell him about the call she had received that morning.
"Sounds interesting. Did he say what Exhibition it was?"
"No, he said he would send everything in the post. Will you be able to get time off? It will be nice to spend a couple of nights together."
"Shouldn't be a problem. I've some days due to me and I'll tell her I'm going to a weekend conference."
They chatted for a while longer before ringing off, and she arranged to contact him when she had the full details.
It was Wednesday before the letter arrived. Well, it was a large parcel actually. It contained a list of instructions on who to contact, the hotel reservation, and two exhibitors passes for the exhibition, but no details on what the event was. It also contained a light weight belted rain coat.
She laid the coat aside when she suddenly had an idea. She went on the internet, typed in a listing for the Midchester Exhibition Center, and when it came up, she clicked on future events. She scrolled down the menu until she came to next weekend's date and clicked. She gasped when the screen came to life.
She read the details: 5th Annual Erotic Fair, Superb Weekend Event featuring all the main suppliers of erotic toys, clothing and fetish gear as well as all the big porno film and DVD production companies. Mary read through it again. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her mind was already racing, thinking about what she might be expected to do.
She went back to the letter and read the instructions. He explained that she would be working for some of the suppliers and companies at the exhibition, and he had decided that who she worked for would be left up to her. There was a list of six companies below from which she had to select three options, one company for each day at the exhibition. But to make it more interesting she had to complete a task. If she completed the task satisfactorily, she could eliminate a company of her choice. If she failed in a task, the company was left on the list and he could then select it for her.
She read through the instructions again. A bit like a TV reality show she thought to herself. Below the instructions was a list of companies.
Magnus Productions, a porno film company.
The Darker Side, a manufacturer of restraining equipment.
