Fantasy Job #3: Women's Sex Toy Repairman

Beset by unemployment and cursed with an over active imagination, I have started fantasizing about dream jobs.

Fantasy Job #3: Women's Sex Toy Repairman

For Pete's Sake! Web sites that sell these things give technical specifications. You can find out the total weight of the machine, stroke length and occasionally torque (in inch-pounds no less!)

With that many moving parts there will be breakdowns and I want to be there when it happens.

I'll have my own van; drive around like an ambulance waiting for some wore out old hag to call when her Fuckzilla has a viscosity breakdown. I'll show up, Johnny on the spot, fix it then ask the old bitch to test it before I leave. She'll beg for my cock, sure, but she can't have it. I need to make a living and her filthy cunt needs to seize up the main bearings in the damn thing. Cash, the old road whore will have to pay me in cash.

That is just one possible service call in my busy days as a Women's Sex Toy Repairman.

I am afraid that no young, hot assed, college volleyball player will have one of these. There are two reasons for this grade of woman not having a sex toy. One, she cannot afford it. Two, she is too young to understand what her "box" really does for her. Nasty little Indy bitch won't stop talking on her damn cell phone long enough to turn the fucking thing on any ways.

Yes! Can't you see it now?

"DIRTY ERT'S FUCKING MACHINE REPAIR, Licensed, Bonded and Insured - 24 hour emergency service. 'Call me, when it won't come on, and you can't get off'"

"She drove herself to madness, with a silver spoon" - The Eagles Witchy Woman

"Oh, thank god! Vibrator repair"
"No Mame, the police"
- Dragnet The Movie

Ert

P.S. Fuckzilla is not in my spell check dictionary. It suggested frowzily or Duckbill, whatever the hell that means.

P.P.S Cash you horny bitches - I only take cash!