Live Bed Delivery (927 Words)

After seeing some short stories of PennyThompson I thought I'll take my hand at one. Finally one that doesn't take months. 927 words, so not quite 750.

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The bell rang at the exact time the app had said. Cornelius opened the door, only to be greeted by a bright smile.

"Hello sir! We're here to install your new bed."

She was a hand shorter than him, her blonde hair in a pony tail and a white shirt under her overall. Despite it's practicality with a few tools in the pocket, it couldn't hide her extreme femininity.

"This is Bob, our builder," she waved at the bull of a man that smiled politely. "And this is our assistant, Zeta. So that's all of us, from A to Z!" All were in the same overall and shirt, but where Zeta was again all female curves with her black hair in a pony tail, Bob was all manly power and bald. The sort that didn't need to prove anything.

"If the quality will be to your standard, the bed will be out of this world."

"We got a live one!" she laughed. Bob and Zeta moved the big box inside and immediately started to work.

"Does anyone need any coffee?" Cor offered.

"Maybe after putting the bed together," Bob said in a deep baritone. Zeta just smiled nervously.

"Those are interesting outfits," Cor told Ann.

"Yeah we could walk right into a porn set, " she said while flipping a screwdriver and catching it. She added herself to the floor, where the bed quickly took shape.

From this position Cor could hardly miss that both ladies didn't wear anything else than the shirts. "I can see that. Why don't you?" he asked, emboldened by her flippant stance.

"You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get all the production rights. Building furniture is much easier. And you can work with quality wood," Ann said, her hand caressing a wooden plank.

"So you've got quality control officers now? Is this like everyone needing to be a senior CEO, CIO or something these days?"

The bed was about finished already. "You've bought a bed at our store sir. You've paid a premium, and we make sure the bed is in it's highest quality," Ann said seriously, bolting something shut. "Bob, you finish up. We get the mattress and bedlinen."

They put the mattress down and covered it in the bedlinen. Ann then unclasped her overall, Bob mirroring her. They both pulled it off, leaving their legs bare.

"What's happening?" Cor asked surprised.

"Do you want to forfeit your quality control, and thus guarantee?" Ann asked, while releasing her breasts from the shirt. Cor didn't know which chest was more impressive. Ann's or Bob's.

"Best to let them work sir," Zeta said, guiding him away from the cute blonde in only a red slip.

Zeta gasped softly, but whether it was for Ann baring herself or Bob swinging about Cor couldn't say. He watched as if in a dream, seeing them get in bed. Bob slid into her with ease, to the soft moan of Ann.

"Do you do this as well?" Cor asked Zeta as they watched, unable to tear their eyes away from the bed.

"If only. I'm just the assistant. Soon I can do a course to become a fledgling quality assurance officer." Bob started moving his whole body in earnest, taking Ann with the passion of someone who loves his work. "God just look at her titties," she said jealously, and soft enough not to be overheard by the moans. "That jiggle is absolutely amazing. I would nearly fudge up my side to see this go on longer."

Ann motioned Bob to stop. "Back left," she said, moving her body now sideways. Bob continued immediately after, and Cor could hear the squeak as the assistant rushed to the side. "Two turns," Ann moaned. "A bit tighter. That's it! One more screw! Yes! Yes!" Bob absolutely rammed her, making her body and the whole bed rock. But despite the bed even moving slowly away from Cor, there was no squeak other than the moans of Ann.

Bob pulled out, shortly followed by a silent explosion of white. Drops showered Ann, who still moved her hips against him from pleasure.

Bob shook out the last drops and got off the bed. "I think I could use that coffee now." He pulled on his overall as if nothing had happened. Ann did the same, her overall staining at many places.

"A coffee would be nice. We're well on schedule. The quality is A+ sir."

"I can see that," Cor chattered back, still processing what had happened, but his mind kept hanging at the good parts.

"Do you want to keep the sheets and mattress? We have a spare one if you don't want to wash immediately."

"These will be fine," Cor said before he thought about it.

"The client asked me before if this is a guarantee for how he fucked," Zeta suddenly supplied, her face red from embarrassment. She had been very close to the action.

Ann unbuckled a strap, exposing a breast. "Sure we can check the quality with your particular brand."

"Actually, the quality seems already great, so maybe I could use this one as practice for my course?" Zeta said quickly.

"Sure. You've earned it. We can make our own coffee I think." Ann walked by, unconcerned by her state of undress.

"Another satisfied customer," Bob said as Ann entered the kitchen.

"Good quality control is all you need," she said back with a smile, listening to the moans starting in the bedroom. All the wile the coffee smell mingled with the smell of seed.