1. Cushions


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: ufpe, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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