Olof had to admit that he was starting to get a bit nervous when Kaori was taking him in a whole other direction than where the office was. He tried to ask her where they were going, but talking to her was like talking to an oyster. It didn't help that they were approaching a warehouse, either. Olof knew that he'd probably seen too many films. Bad things always happens in warehouses in films. Shootouts, executions of illoyal mob members, etc. As they came closer, one of the large doors opened. Out came Yuki.
"Ah, Olof. Good morning!"
"Um...hi?"
"Sorry about the sudden change of plans. You see, our trusty warehouse manager called in sick, got a nasty flu, and today we got a shitload of new stuff, and they haven't marked the boxes. Can you believe that?" She waved her arms around and walked among the boxes.
"I'm sorry, Olaf, this is going to be boring, but we'll just have to mark them ourselves. Grab a marker and a cutter, pop them open, see what's inside, and write it on the short side."
All three of them got started. Olof took the pile on the left, and opened a box.
"Well, hello, there", he said.
"What?", Yuki asked.
"Oh, we got ourselves a load of Cheri. OK...." He wrote on the box. "Cheri fleshlight. Alright."
"Yeah, speaking of which, how did the test go? Was she good?" Olof cleared his throat.
"She was. I had to take a, um...extra test, to be sure." Yuki giggled.
"That good, huh?"
"Yeah, I didn't last long first time." Yuki grinned.
"Ka-ching! Did you feel your hand through it?"
"No, I didn't."
"Good. That really separates high quality from low quality. When you can feel your hand, it's cheap crap. Plenty of guys on our website says it's like jerking off with a rubber glove."
"I see. Expensive rubber glove, then."
"Indeed." Olaf popped another box open.
"More fleshlight, but this is different. Um.... Vagina-dream special. Super soft."
"What??!" Yuki marched over to him and looked inside the box. "Fucking crap. We sure didn't order these." She picked one up.
"This, my friend, is nothing but a chunk of rubber with a hole in it! 10.350 ( about £60) Yen for this shit! Give me the marker!" She tossed it back in the box and grabbed the marker from Olof, and wrote "Cheap pussy" all over the box. Olof snickered. Yuki glared at him.
"You think that's funny? Does it amuse you that I've pissed away a small fortune? There are 50 of those in the box, for 10.350 Yen a piece. Add wrapping, shipping customs and what not. Do the math! And you're laughing in my face?"
"Whoa, calm down", Olof said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. And no, I don't think it's funny that you're paying for something you didn't order. It's just...that thing you wrote. That is funny." Yuki seemed to calm down a bit, and looked at the box. Then she smirked.
"I guess you have a point."
"We won't have any problems finding this again. And we are going to return that crap, aren't we?"
"You bet your ass we're going to return it. Along with a message." She sighed.
"Sorry, Olof, I didn't mean to snap. It's been a shitty day. I overslept and missed breakfast, I stood pressed against a guy who apparently haven't heard about soap and water on the sub, Hiroshi calls in sick on one of our biggest delivery days, and like a cherry on top of the shit sundae, I get this. I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"It's OK, Yuki. Don't mention it. Why don't we get this shit out of the way, and grab some noodles when we're done?" Yuki grinned.
"That's the best idea I've heard all day. Let's do this!"
Olof was half way through his pile when he scratched his head.
"This must be a mistake", he said.
"What?" Yuki approached him.
"These are jeans."
"Jeans, huh?"
"Yeah. I'll admit that I sort of have a fetish for light blue jeans when they're being worn by the right person, but it's hardly an erotic article."
"That's odd...." She peaked inside. "Designer jeans, too. Very expensive. They must've mixed up the order somehow, this must definitely belong to the fashion department."
They were abruptly interrupted by someone banging on the door.
"Geez, what now?" Kaori pushed the button that opened the big door.
A furious looking woman was holding a cardboard box in her arms, and yelled in Japanese.
"Is this some kind of practical joke?"
"Let me guess", Olof said. "You were expecting designer jeans, right?"
"Shut up, round-eyes!", she snapped.
"Whoa, whoa, that was uncalled for", Yuki said. "What do you got there?"
"I...I don't even want to say it!" Yuki peeked inside the box.
"Ah, penis pumps. Right, that's us, alright. Let me take that. Olof?" Olof picked up the box of jeans, and handed it to the angry woman.
"I believe these are yours." She shot him an angry look, but accepted the box.
"You think you're really funny, don't you? Why don't you try opening a box of those...things, in front of customers??"
"Why would you open up a delivery in front of customers anyway?", Olof asked. "You never know when there's going to be a mix-up."
"Yeah", Yuki agreed. "And besides, this is not our doing. We were just as surprised when we opened up your box." The woman opened her mouth to say something more, but just grumbled and walked away with her box. Kaori shit the door behind her.
"Have a nice da-ay", Olof said with a sugary sing-song voice as soon as the door was closed.
"Fucking drama queen", Yuki muttered before they went back to work.
After a lunch break with noodles, the business day was coming to and end, and they've finally marked the last box.
"Great work, everyone! Um...you two", Yuki said, as they left the warehouse.
Kaori nodded to both of them, and took her leave.
"Hey, Olof", Yuki said.
"Yes?"
"Jeans turns you on, right?"
"That's right". She handed him a magazine.
"Quality test", she said. The magazine were full of young women wearing jeans. Mostly pulled down to their knees, and further down.
"Tell me what you think tomorrow, and don't stain it. I'm going to have to have it back, as it's my only issue."
"Sweet, thanks!", Olof said. "And don't worry, I'll be careful."
"No problem. As soon as everything is settled, one way or another, you can have it if you like."
"That'll definitely be a yes", Olof muttered as he quickly flipped through the magazine."
"Ok, I'm off", Yuki said. "See you tomorrow. Happy testing!"
"See you tomorrow. Bye!"
