Real-life, in-the-field testing.... or so she assumes

"I'm afraid I really don't have much time at the moment, Miss...?"

"Tia. Tia Lopes."

"Right. Well, Tia, I'm Simon Randall," he said, ushering her inside the door he'd been closing. The flip of a light switch revealed a dusty old storeroom that was apparently doubling as an office. It had a card table substituting for a desk and two chairs. Simon made a beeline for a storage box, pulling out a file as he talked.

"As I was saying, it's a little late in the game for newcomers, but we're trying to collect data for a startup venture, and even if you are about a month late..."

"A month!"

"Well of course," he huffed, handing her the file and a pen. "Sign where indicated, and of course read the documents," he said, turning away to rummage through some boxes.

"The form didn't say a month ago!" she protested, signing beside the x's before shoving the pages, unread, to his side of the table.

"Well it was dated the first week of school. Anyway, it's a two-month project, and we're three weeks into it, so you have a much more limited time-frame in which to acquire results. I suppose I'll have to give you half the supplies I gave them, though..."

"Is it paid by the amount tested?"

"Yes yes, on a per test basis. You bring the results back to us, of course, and film each test. We need proof you did the tests correctly, after all."

"Film?" she gulped, thinking of herself on film every time she fucked a time.

"Naturally. I just explained that. Now, there is a fee you'll need to pay. These are, after all, valuable stock, and we don't have the capital to risk having anyone running off with them."

"I have to pay to test your condoms?"

"Well of course," Simon picked up a box and brought it to the table. "I don't want to repeat everything I say," he glared at her. "This box contains numerous samples. I had given the others a total of a hundred condoms to test. I suppose I'll have to give you half..."

"No no," she shook her head, a bright smile on her face as she thought of how Jacob was prone to using multiple condoms a day. She'd just have to up the pace and have him over more. Her pussy cried out at the thought, both in pain and pleasure. "I'll take the full amount."

"Are you sure?" he looked dubious.

"Of course! I can get them all tested. It's, uh, five weeks? Or six?"

"Five. For a hundred condoms we would require a deposit of two-hundred and fifty dollars."

Tia stared at him for a long moment, expecting him to burst into laughter.

"Two-hundred...?"

"And fifty dollars. Manufacturing costs, you see. If they were mass-manufactured they'd be only a fraction of that, but since we're still in the development stages we have to figure in our various costs. There will, of course, be re-imbursement to you for every condom tested and verified."

"Oh. Good," Tia breathed, wondering if she even had the money. It was so close to rent-time she'd been living on noodles. Two-hundred and fifty would wipe her out and then some.

"This will explain the testing process," he said, handing her a pamphlet, and putting several plain brown cardboard boxes of condoms on the table, "And these are the condoms."

"Do you accept cheques?" she tried weakly, but he just looked stern and shook his head.

"Oh well, I guess we'll have to stop at the ATM," she sighed. He nodded, put the rest of the boxes away. Tia had already gathered up the plain boxes containing her samples, in the process knocking the testing pamphlet to the floor, where it swooped under a nearby cupboard without her noticing.

"Lead on," he motioned her out, stopping to lock the door.

The two of them walked in silence, Tia feeling incredibly embarrassed about holding a hundred condoms in plain sight, but at least they didn't say condoms on them. Still, she was relieved to get to the machine, where she used her credit card to obtain the necessary money. With a heavy heart she handed it over to Simon.

"Excellent," he murmered, jotting some notes in his notepad. "Good luck with your testing, Miss Lopes."

Tia couldn't quite smile in return, and carefully stowed the boxes in her school bag. On her way home she pondered what she'd do to make up the money, hoping that in the next week she could test enough condoms with Jacob to make up most of the money.

Thinking about her boyfriend Tia decided that they should get a quick start on the testing and texted him a quick message asking him to come over that night. He responded with 'ASAP got a surprise for you'.

Tia spent the rest of the trip wondering what that surprise might be. Was he going to pop a certain big question? Give her a big present? Maybe ask her to move in? It wasn't until she was arriving home that she started to think about the condom-testing again and the first thing she did when she entered her place was to dump her birth control pills down the sink. She'd been on them ever since she'd become sexually active but she knew that Simon wouldn't want her skewing the results with them.

She then dumped her bag on the counter she searched for the pamphlet that would tell her the procedure.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" she repeated, searching again through the bag and coming up empty. She opened one of the boxes, and began swearing again. The condoms weren't even big enough for Jacob to use!

"Dammit, now I'm going to have to call him back, call it off," she fumed. And of course there was the problem that she didn't know the test procedure. Now what was she going to do?"

Just then Jacob burst into the room, a big smile on his face. Tia shoved the condoms back into her bag and turned toward him, her plan to tell him about the condom tests thwarted by them being the wrong size.

"Baby, I've decided to try and get past this phobia I've got. I know you hated the condoms anyway, so I tossed them out. From now on I'm doing you bareback. And baby, I'm horny as hell right now."