Author's Note:
This is an entry in the 2021 Halloween contest. There's a lot of watching, a lot of group sex, a bit of playful spanking, and some ass-play. Please read, enjoy, and leave a comment for this and for all the other Halloween contest entries you read.
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"Remember, we buy and sell things to SELL, not fix," Dina said, embellishing 'sell' and 'not fix' for dramatic effect. She was humorously chastising me in advance for my tendency to buy odd things when I attended 'going-out-of-business' auctions for our side business. We primarily bought and sold used commercial grade exercise equipment, but occasionally other things if the price was right. Or if we needed something.
"And, for this auction, you are there to try and buy exercise equipment, and the generators they are selling. Nothing else. Do. You. Understand?" I nodded. She was helping her friend Laura arrange an outdoor Halloween party for her company, which called for a generator. By coincidence, one of the upcoming auctions I was attending had two for sale. We could help her friend out, then also sell them after the party for a nice profit.
Our used equipment venture began two years ago, quite by accident. I saw a classified ad for a used elliptical machine, a nice one, that led me to attending my first auction. At the time, I just wanted one for my garage, but I found getting it for such a good price exhilarating. I went back later that same day and bought a second one, which I sold on Craigslist two days later, for a $500 profit. That was even more exhilarating, and I was hooked.
Dina wasn't just partners with me in a side business. She was my ex-sister-in-law, former wife of my brother and his career as a waiter, deadbeat, and leather-jacket-wearing drummer in a local rock band. I remember the shock of meeting her for the first time, because although he's my brother, and although supposedly he ain't heavy, Dina was a bright and focused graduate student, and my brother was, to put it mildly, my brother. I was about eight years older than the two of them, best man at the wedding, and best friend when the marriage fell apart just six months later.
I was in an odd position, because my brother was completely to blame for everything. From stealing her money to bringing strippers home with him, I was put in the difficult situation of being supportive of my brother while also knowing that he was in the wrong in almost every way.
When the divorce proceedings started to get ugly over the iguana they bought together, I ended up mediating between them, and convincing my brother to relinquish the iguana, pay her back the stolen money (which by the way I secretly funded), and convincing her not to have him thrown in jail, since he hadn't only stolen her money, he was a part time drug dealer, his drum set was stolen, and he was committing insurance fraud for a fake injury from the one job he had ever held.
Being an intelligent sort of person, when the time came to give Dina the money, I did it myself rather than trusting my brother to do it. I made up what I thought was a good sounding excuse, that I had invested the inheritance money from our aunt on his behalf, and that was how he was able to pay her back. She acted as if she believed me, although she was a smart person, she probably knew better. Nonetheless, she appreciated me doing the right thing, and the seeds of a friendship were planted.
We remained in casual contact with one another for many years, because we were both part-time Tae-Kwon-Do instructors. And although we were at different schools, the Tae-Kwon-Do community is relatively small, so particularly in a mid-sized town like ours, most black-belts at least knew one another at least by sight, due to the tournaments, exhibitions, and testing events that happened several timers per year.
Then, almost fifteen years after being married to my brother, Dina and I found ourselves in an odd business partnership. It began because I knew that she worked at an exercise equipment supplier, and I would occasionally ask for her opinion on a piece of equipment. One day, a unique opportunity fell into my lap that required more up-front cash than I had on my own, and suddenly, we were partners. Her job also gave her occasional access to damaged or broken equipment that couldn't be sold, so we once in a while things for free. And to top it all off, she had a way of batting her eyelashes at the movers and getting us hefty discounts on their prices. Dina turned heads wherever she went.
We kept our friendship and our business relationship relatively quiet, as far as our families were concerned. Her family didn't like my family, and my mother had very much taken my idiot brother's side and thought Dina was the devil.
In the meantime, I had a flexible job, so I could attend at least one or two auctions per week. I even became a truck owner, having found a retired rental, for, of course, a good price. And on the weekends, I rented it out to a moving company. I wasn't quite getting rich, but the extra money was nice.
The auction in question was for a spa that had gone out of business, but they happened to have two generators for sale too. Unfortunately, everything was overpriced, so the trip was almost a waste of time. With one possible exception. There was a commercial-grade laser hair removal machine, labeled as damaged, for only $100, including a box with cords and miscellaneous parts, as well as a box of latex gloves. A quick internet lookup on my phone said it could easily be worth $1,500 on the used market, but only if it worked. As an amateur mister fix-it, I decided to take the risk and buy it. It was risky because quite often, an advanced device like this needs an extremely expensive part, which coming full circle, is why it's for sale in the first place. And even more scary, the risk of Dina's lectures about buying frivolous things, especially frivolous things that need repair. Regardless of all those practical considerations, I bought it. I felt lucky.
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Before I even started driving, I looked carefully at it in the back of the truck. I could see where someone had damaged the socket where the power cord went in. With a little luck, it would be an easy fix. Although we had a 24-hour storage unit for most of our inventory, I always took 'to-be-fixed' items to my house. I got the laser device home and put it in the back bedroom where I kept the things I was going to fix. I put it next to the broken TV that I was going to fix, and in front of the printer I was going to fix. Which was to the left of the shelf where I kept the two identical laptops, the tablet computer, and the high-end studio monitor speakers that I was going to fix. I also had to move the two bicycles that I was going to fix. As I looked at the shelves, I remembered the broken bracket on the top shelf that I was going to fix. "I can't believe Dina thinks I have a problem," I laughed to myself. I'd fix her someday too; I knew I would.
I was indeed lucky with the laser. All that seemed to be wrong was the power harness, and pulling it back into place with a pair of needle-nosed pliers got it to where it could be turned on again. This was promising, but I still had to test it. I drew a circle just above my ankle and zapped the hairs within. Nothing happened, though, so my heart sank. After a frantic internet search, I learned, that the hairs don't fall out for a few days, so I wouldn't know if it was working or not quite yet.
Since I had gotten out my tools anyway, I took the back off the TV, followed the instructions I had saved on my phone, and saw without a doubt that it was suffering from the two swollen capacitors that tended to always go bad on this model TV. I couldn't fix it right away, but it gave me a rush. In all likelihood, the TV would work once I replaced them. I went online, ordered a five-pack of the capacitors, which cost only $10.95. If I had just bought two of them, they would have been $4.95 each, or $9.90 for the two of them, so for only a dollar more, I got three more capacitors. I laughed at myself again. But it was a good evening. The speaker with the broken tweeter, it turned out, had just been a poorly soldered wire, so it was also an easy repair. And replacing the tablet's battery with the one I had bought for it also went smoothly, after only six months in "going to fix it" status. Then, although I was exhausted, I took the good screen from the inoperable laptop and moved it to the working laptop with the cracked screen, leaving me with one fully functional one, and one that was even more inoperable than before.
It was days like this, where I felt the thrill of victory. I would soon have a working 70-inch TV, which I would move to the TV room. Someday. And the fully functional laptop would sell online for about $300, and the broken one maybe for $100, for parts. And the laser machine, if it was working correctly, would yield just a few dollars, but I had gotten it free. I went to bed, watched some lesbian porn on the tablet I had just fixed, masturbated, and went to sleep happy.
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By day three, it was clear that the laser machine was working. The spot that I had zapped was hairless. I started mentally counting my profit money in advance.
Then later that same day, Dina and I went to an auction together. This was a good one, and we ended up with five top-of-the-line spin-bikes for a very good price. Some days, as was the case here, it was just the two of us, no hired help involved, so we got our goodies, and took them to the storage unit. I must admit, moving days could be interesting, since Dina always wore yoga pants and a T-Shirt over her sports bra, and on good days, she'd take off the T-shirt as she got hot. On really good days, it wasn't a sports bra, but a white ribbed-cotton tank top, cut short to serve as an undershirt, and today was one of those days. Although I had never violated the sense of trust by being creepy and staring, I had to admit, looking at a pretty sweaty girl with a nice body in tight yoga pants with nipple outlines poking through a tank top was a wonderful way to spend an evening.
On extremely good days, which this seemed to be turning into, she would stretch her toned arms far over her head, letting me indulge my mild-to-moderate underarm fetish. We had to rearrange several things to make room for the new purchases, so it took a while.
Eventually, we finished and could stop for a break. I sat on the floor resting my back against one wall, then she laid down and stretched out on the floor across from me, legs parted not necessarily in a sexual way, more of an 'I'm too tired to move' way, except her crotch was most definitely facing me. And when she shifted, I would see up her tank top a bit, to the undersides of her breasts. And with that day involving heavy lifting and lots of sweating, there was damp cloth sticking to her body, in the crotch area of her yoga pants, as well as the front of her tank top. Meaning that for me to try to look her in the eyes as she spoke, I not only had to look past her parted legs and up her blouse, I had to look past the full outline of her vulva, the partially transparent-when-wet fabric of her yoga pants, and her nipples clinging to the damp fabric of her tank top. This, I joked to myself, wasn't just an extremely good day. It was the best day of my life.
On further review, I realized two of the spin-bikes needed some repairs, so we needed to move them to the house. After our break, me at first having to hold things in front of my pants to hide my erection, we loaded the two items into the truck and took them over. As we carried them into the back bedroom, Dina noticed the laser hair removal machine. "What's that?" she raised an eyebrow, and pointed to it, although I could tell she knew what it was.
"Oh, that," I paused. I had forgotten it was there, and I knew it looked and sounded creepy, for a single male to own a laser hair removal machine. I felt the need to be defensive. "It's an, um, a Laser hair remover. I got it for a really low price. We're going to make almost $1,500 profit on it!"
