Ergonomic Chairs

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1995, 2009

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Abstract: A man finds out the secret to a company's staff motivation

"I don't know how you find them, Thomas", my visitor commented. "I've never
seen a quieter secretarial pool in any of the offices I've surveyed this year.
What's your secret?" 

"Ergonomics," I said mildly. "It's all in providing a proper work environment
conducive to productivity. Special desks, special chairs, that sort of thing." 

"Well, Mr. Porlock, I must say if the rest of your operation is as impressive
as this, the home office will have no trouble approving your expansion plans." 

I smiled to myself. Sheila Manderly would find nothing on the rest of the tour
to object to. Just as well that she didn't seem to be interested in the details
of just how "special" some of that furniture was... 

 *** *** ***

Six months ago I had been contemplating bankruptcy. I had the busiest
import-export firm on the Gulf coast but my back office couldn't keep up with
the activity. Companies were being misbilled, shipments were lost and customers
were getting more and more unhappy. Further, my personnel costs were going out
the window even though I kept having to replace trained workers (who left for
better paying jobs) with new, cheap help. 

Then I saw the ad in the back of the paper. It was barely noticeable in the
Furniture For Sale group. "Women's Chairs -- special design for motivation.
$325 each, ask for Sondra." That and a phone number. Something about the
wording of the ad piqued my interest. 

Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me directions to
a warehouse building on the east side of town. I pulled my 4x4 into the dirt
parking lot and went up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles could hit the
metal, the door swung open. A sultry redhead in a loose-fitting jumpsuit
greeted me. "Cal? I'm Sondra. Won't you come in?" I followed her into a forlorn
office space, and sat down on an old wooden chair while she perched on the edge
of the desk. 

"What are you looking for," she inquired. Well, I wasn't totally sure but I
found myself telling her about my business and the problems I was having. "So
you see, the word you used to describe those chairs -- motivation -- sounded
like it might be helpful. Although I must say $325 sounds a little on the high
side." 

She looked me over for a few minutes, and finally commented, "For some people
it would be high. For the right customers, though, it's cheap at the price.
Let's go see a demonstration." 

She got up and headed through the back door into the warehouse as I wondered
how you "demonstrate" a chair. 

 *** *** ***

The warehouse was dim and echoed with the sounds of ancient air compressors
dying in the southern heat. She moved quickly around several areas where I
noticed woodworking equipment, a plastic extruder and some unfamiliar machine
tools. Quiet women working industriously occupied most of these areas. We
stopped at a desk with a "Bookkeeping" nameplate. The woman there had her
fingers flying over the keys of an adding machine. Sondra interrupted her.
"Janice, I have a customer here -- would you please take a break?" A strange
look -- of pleading? -- passed over the bookkeeper's face, and she mumbled
something like "yes, ma'am" while she totaled her tape and set down her
pencil. 

The woman pushed her chair back and stood up, straightening her skirt, then
walked to one side of the desk. "Check it out," Sondra invited me. I walked
around the desk and looked at the chair. To all appearances it was a fairly
standard issue office chair, casters, adjustable seat. The seat cushion was of
some unfamiliar material, and didn't have the stiff feel I normally associate
with office furniture. I sat down in the chair and rolled it up to the desk. 

Now I began to see some difference. Without having to make any adjustments, I
found myself at an optimum height for working. The back of the chair seemed to
find the small of my back automatically. When I leaned back away from the desk,
the chair supported me in a comfortable position, but not one where I'd easily
fall asleep. I looked at Sondra, who had an enigmatic smile on her face. "I can
see where you might go $200 for this," I remarked, "whatever you have here is
better than anything else I've seen in the market. But I can't see $325." 

Sondra smiled openly now. "There are some features that aren't immediately
obvious," she responded. "Janice!" The bookkeeper approached. "Please take your
place in the chair so Mr. Porlock can see how it works." Janice had that odd
look on her face again, but merely replied, "Yes, mum" and moved behind the
desk as I rose from the chair. 

Janice stood in front of the chair, and to my shock pulled her skirt up to her
waist! She had neither panties nor hose, and I noticed that her pubic area
seemed swollen. Holding her skirt, she sat down on the chair, legs parted. As
she did so, an opening appeared in the seat between her legs and something
moved upward between her bare thighs. It looked like the knob of an English
saddle with a thinner stub projecting from it. As I watched, fascinated, the
thinner probe made its way into Janice until the saddle was nestled firmly
against her mound. Her eyes lidded over briefly, then she shook her head and
let her skirt down covering her decorously. 

"There's a matching probe in the back." Sondra's voice broke in on my reverie
and I felt her hand on my ass, moving between my bottom cheeks with knowing
strokes. "It's a modification of the intermittent reward theory of positive
reinforcement. The inner probes have the feel and temperature of human flesh,
and they expand, contract and move at random intervals. Janice would rather
break a date than be late coming back from lunch, wouldn't you dear?" The
bookkeeper nodded, her white teeth worrying her lower lip. 

Meanwhile Sondra had insinuated her hand between my legs and was busily
stroking my balls. I was already aroused from Janice's demonstration, and it
took most of my strength to remove her hand before I came in my pants. "I begin
to see how you can charge $350," I said as I turned to face her, "but how do
you convince her to get into the chair in the first place?" 

"We have a model that works on an induction principle," she replied, and turned
to walk back toward the office. "You use that model and watch their reaction.
If they complain about the chair you give them regular furniture and let them
leave of their own accord. If they start coming to work early, you know to give
them the standard model." We arrived back in the office, and I took the same
seat I had earlier while Sondra busied herself behind her desk. 

I leaned back to catch my breath, when suddenly I had the oddest feeling, as if
something furry were wrapped around my balls and stroking with light teasing
motions. I looked down but there was nothing there. The feeling became more
powerful, and now it felt as if there was a wet tongue rasping across the head
of my cock, now sucking... I gripped the arms of the chair as I gave in to the
pleasure and came, sudden and hard, soaking the front of my pants. Even as my
orgasm subsided and my cock started softening, my balls still felt occasional
light brushes that sent little shocks of pleasure up my spine. 

When I looked up, Sondra had a knowing smile on her face. "Did I mention we
have models for men too?" 

/END/