Tonight, I have discussed with the editor of Scarlet how many times one of our sales guy can come in a night, fingered both Devon and Chasey Laine vibrating pussies and dispatched said sales boy into my conservatory carrying a Cat in a Can and Pleasure-Skin Cheap Sex artificial vagina, with the parting line “Don’t feel obliged to take things to conclusion. You can fit in more reviews tonight if you don’t come."
It’s not some bizarre Scarlet initiation ritual. This is my job. And now I'm typing a blog entry knowing that a colleague is tossing one off four rooms away. (NB: said colleague is currently 'between flats' and I offered him my spare room. It's not part of his job to live with me. Though I tried to make it a part of my contract that I got easy access to cute members of the team. Some bosses are so boring...)
And I have a night of this to look forward to. He's still got to work his way through the CyberSkin Chasey Lain Pussy (the first pussy/arse combo I fingered tonight and disturbingly realistic feeling. Extremely so) the Devon UR3 Vibrating pussy (less tight than Chasey - clearly too many DVDA* scenes) the Adonis Pouch and the Helping Hand. Still, I have given him access to my Strictly Broadband account. I'm nothing if not fair.
If you see the pictures of me at the Night of the Senses in the latest copy of Scarlet, now back from the printers, you'll see another example why my job sometimes feels like anything but work. And yes, it still feels odd, even to me.
*An acronym missing from the Free dictionary and thesaurus as it doesn't refer to Digital Versatile Disc Audio, Digital Video Disc Audio or the DVD Association but rather to Double Vaginal Double Anal (a link that still contains an inaccuracy - it's not a fictional act as some of the porn stars I've met can testify.)
Posted by emilyd at October 17, 2005 08:46 PM