Beneath the Ivory Tower: Her Dirty Little Job

Summary

"No, I can't do this anymore..."

Desperate for quick cash, I had accepted a part-time product testing gig. The listing promised a generous payout of three thousand dollars just for testing out some new merchandise.

But I never could have imagined what kind of products they actually were.

They were intimacy devices: high-powered vibrating toys in shades of hot pink, strangely shaped massagers, essential oils that gave off a heavy, suffocating scent, and synthetic stimulants designed to spike your adrenaline and hormones.