Measuring up: part 1 of four - Sex Stories

Measuring up: part 1 of four

... going to...' The dabbing tissue both severed the thread and broke the spell. He shook his head. 'No, not unless you...' Temptation was driving me, though professionalism had her foot on the brake. At that moment, both were in perfect balance. Despite my hot and sticky body, I shivered. * As a science graduate, I was well aware that matter is always affected by the very act of measuring, knew intimately the anomalies created from even the slightest variables, and had designed my research with all the care and skill my very demanding employers verily demanded. Though the subjects were chosen at random, they were all chosen in the same particular way: During normal office hours, I boarded the Northern Line at Belsize Park then travelled south to Clapham Common where I alighted and made the return journey. During these short trips, clipboard in hand, I quickly assessed the carriage's contents, approached suitable candidates, conducted brief questionnaires, and handed out flyers bearing a pithy script post-scripted by my office number. Are you sexually active? A heterosexual male? Between the ages of 18 and 35? Would you be interested in product-testing for the world's leading condom manufacturer? If you can answer yes to all of the above then call the number below. All reasonable expenses generously reimbursed. All calls in the strictest confidence. The reverse of the glossy flyer stated the following: From stepping inside our cozy little clinic, the whole process takes less ...

... than half an hour. The subject undresses, slips on a fluffy white robe and is offered tea and biscuits. After a brief medical, he is shown into a private, sound-proofed cubicle for preliminary self-stimulation. The lights are dimmed. A screen is lowered and an erotic film begins to play... I was certain most would have seen the film's like before, though none they had previously enjoyed would have featured this particular reticent star. At that point, while fully aroused, I would arrive at their side, my ruler and clipboard held in hands suitably shielded by the most gossamer latex. It had taken our small team an inordinately long time to devise our research, by which time most of the budget had gone. We'd obviously applied for more, expected it to be a formality, but had been turned down - unsurprisingly, the world's leading condom manufacturer ran a very tight, leak-proof operation - and our options were now limited. The Monday morning team meeting had but one item on the agenda. 'Listen, Sally, it's either you or me. And I'm not sure I cut the mustard.' As Pam shrugged, her pendulous tits wobbled in contrary motion to her three chins. Geoff nodded and spread his huge palms upwards on the desk top. 'And let's face it, neither do I, Sal.' I glanced around our impressive facility. The plush swivel chairs, the deep-pile carpet, the imposing glass-topped desk, and the tall hexagonal tropical fish tank that we had all agreed would set our interviewees at ease. In addition, we had ...