Thong Girls
Chapter 4 — Power Play
You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure this one out. There was something in the coffee houses that was affecting the women who worked there and all I had to do was figure out what that was.
I tried to figure it out. I really did, but it wasn’t until I was at work, nursing a mug of coffee and staring morosely at my computer that I finally got it.
What did the coffee houses have in common?
They had coffee. Upscale coffee, sure, but they had coffee, and they had lots and lots and lots of it.
But could it really be as simple as all that.
I called up Bob Bouty. Bob worked in our business section. Good guy. Great kids, but a bit of a stuffed shirt, but hey, I’m okay with that.
What I wanted to know was something about the coffee industry and how it related to the coffee houses. What I got was something else instead.
“The coffee industry,” was the first thing Bob said when I talked with him. “It’s funny you should mention that.”
That made me sit up and take notice. I tried to hide my excitement. “Funny,” I aksed. “Funny how?”
Even over the phone, I could tell Bob was getting ready to give me a lecture but that was okay because I wanted to know what he knew. “People think coffee comes from a number of sources, but in point of fact, it doesn’t. In point of fact, there’s only a few people who control all the coffee in the world and a few years ago, that number got even smaller.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Turns out in our neck of the woods, all our coffee, all of it, came from just two suppliers, but then Red Diamond Importers bout out Java Bay, bought ‘em lock, stock and barrel. I remember a bunch of us about then thought we were going to have a monopoly problem, but the weird thing was if anything, the price actually went down.”
“Go on.”
“Red Diamond Importers is a privately held company. Up until a few years ago, old Joe Giovanni ran the company, but a few years ago, he started to turn control over to his granddaughter.”
“His granddaughter?”
“Yeah. Bianca Giovanni. She’d gone off to Harvard and gotten herself a degree in Business and then a Masters to go with it and when she came home, I guess she impressed the old man that she knew more than any of the rest of her relatives, which from what I hear, probably wasn’t all that far from the truth. So anyway, the old man starts to groom her for the role and a few years later, he’s turned the whole thing over to her.”
“Everything,” I asked.
“Everything. The old man just stepped back and let her have it all.”
“So how’s she done?”
“Pretty good from what I hear. The buy-out of Java Bay, that was her baby, and like I said, thought was it was going to be a monopoly situation but she managed to push it through.”
“So it was a good choice then for the old man to turn it over to her?”
“I guess.”
“You guess? What’s wrong?”
“With the company, nothing. Their financials are good and the company’s position is strong, but Bianca’s been keeping a low profile.”
“That’s different?”
“Well yeah. The girl was never high profile before, but she’s been keeping an even lower profile of recent. She’s almost a hermit now, practically doing a Howard Hughes on us.”
“Why?” I fully expected Bob was going to tell me about some kind of problem that was pushing her out of the limelight, but that wasn’t it.
“No one knows, but it’s unusual. There’s a certain expectation that the top guy ... or gal ... is going to show up every now and then and old man Joe certainly did, and for a while Bianca was doing it, too, but now she’s been turning things over to her cousin.”
“To her cousin?”
“Yeah. A real weasly kid. He thought he should have gotten the company and he was pissed off when the old man gave control to her, but Bianca kept him on, I think as much as anything, to please the old man. If you ask me though, she should dump him.”
“Any idea why she’s not being more public?”
Bob shook his head. “No one knows. At least no one I talk to knows. She’s just dropped out of sight.”
“And that’s strange, right?”
“Very.”
I wasn’t sure why but I had the feeling this was part of the key to the problem. “No way I can see her then,” I asked.
I knew Bob was shaking his head. “She’s got a mansion out in the Queen Anne district. No way you’re getting in there and just in case you’re wondering, no, from what I hear, she’s hardly ever at the office anymore.
I thanked Bob for the information and I hung up the phone but I couldn’t help thinking that there had to be a way. There just had to be a way for me to see Bianca Giovanni.
I’ll admit it. I was feeling a bit excited about this thing. I mean, when you’re used to covering restaurants day in and day out and when something new comes along, well you just naturally feel amped up about it and whatever you do, you don’t want to get it wrong.
I got the address for the mansion and I drove out there to take a look. Stupid really. I mean what did I think? That they were just going to see me out there and open up the gates and invite me in? Yeah, right.
Maybe it was the food critic in me, but I couldn’t help wondering how they got the food in. Maybe a servant’s entrance I thought but it appeared there was only one entrance.
And now that I was thinking along those lines, I wondered if the help lived on site or off. There had to be a way in, I told myself. People had to go in and out through that one gate.
I thought about food preparation again. Who was the chef, I wondered and that got me thinking. Chefs by and large, are not usually shy people. I wondered who was doing the cooking on the inside.
It wasn’t all that hard to find out. Asking around with some of my contacts was enough to get a name, and what was more, it was a name I knew. I hadn’t realized Gabriel LeFavre had gone private but I knew what he really wanted was to open up a new restaurant. He’d be glad to do someone like me a favor ...
Well, sort of. He still remembered my last review and I guess he was holding a bit of a grudge, but grudge or not, like I said, he still wanted to open a restaurant, and he thought he could curry favor by kissing up to me. He couldn’t you know, but that’s what he thought.
That’s how I ended up riding shotgun on the truck that was delivering the food. The person behind the speaker box at the gate gave us just the most cursory of examinations and then we were being buzzed inside.
I let the driver unload the truck while I went in search of Gabriel. I was forced to listen to him drone on about the plans he had for his new restaurant and I made all the requisite shows of support even as I was wondering how I was going to break myself free.
I did, finally, and suddenly, I was free to wander the house.
As big as the house was, there should have been more people, I thought, but once I got out of the kitchen, I saw no one. The house was quiet, almost too quiet.
Well, not exactly quiet, I thought. I could hear a noise coming from somewhere and since I wanted to meet someone, I followed the noise.
As I got closer, I could tell what the noise was. Someone was having sex, and from the sounds of it, rather vigorous sex at that. That stopped me for a moment at least. I’d come here to see Bianca Giovanni. I hadn’t come here to interrupt, well, that.
But I was here to see Bianca Giovanni and if I backed down now, I might never get another chance again.
I came to a wide open room. In front of me was the back of a big leather couch and on the far wall of the room was a television set and on the television, well yeah, if you guessed a porno, then you guessed correctly.
I didn’t see her at first but there was a girl on the floor. She was naked, and her hands were tied to either arm of the couch but there was no doubt what she wanted. She was writhing along with the girl on screen and she was moaning right along with her.
I looked at the girl. Okay, to be fair, it would be more appropriate to say I stared at her. I recognized the girl. It was Bianca Giovanni, but this was hardly the person I’d expected to see. I was frozen there, unable to move.
But then I stepped forward. “Bianca,” I asked even though I knew the answer.
The girl looked up at me and I’m sure that was the first time she’d seen me. Well, I suppose it’s probably not right to say she saw me. After all, it was only the briefest of glances that looked into my eyes and then her eyes were dropping down and she was looking at my waist. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “I need you to fuck me.”
She struggled against her bonds when I didn’t move. “Fuck me,” she said again.
“You are Bianca Giovanni,” I said.
“That’s me,” she said.
“I’m Paul McAdams,” I said.
“That’s good,” she said, “and I need to be fucked.”
This was going nowhere fast and the worst part about it was just seeing her like that was making my dick hard.
Once more Bianca struggled against her bonds. “Come on,” she said. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
Now that was a trick question, I thought. The answer was supposed to be no, so why was I having a hard time thinking of anything else but yes.
Her body writhed against her restraints. “Come on,” she pleaded. “Can’t you see how wet my pussy is?”
No, I thought, but I could imagine it, and I could imagine how good it would feel to have my cock slide up inside her.
“Just in case you’re wondering, we had to tie her up for her own good.”
That was a male voice coming from behind me and then a man stepped out in front and I could see Bianca cringe. “Huh,” I said.
The man was stepping forward and then he ran some fingers through Bianca’s hair. “I said we had to tie her up for her own good. If we didn’t, she’d literally rub herself raw.”
“But—”
“I’m Kyle Johnston,” the boy said. “And you are?”
“Paul. Paul McAdams.”
“Well, Mr. McAdams, as you can see, my cousin is one horny, little tramp, but I think you need a closer look at her.”
I had no idea what the kid was talking about but even as he spoke, he was undoing the restraints around her wrists.
“What do you say, Paul? Would you like to meet my cousin?”
I never had a chance because even as he asked his question, the kid was releasing his hold on the girl and suddenly she was launching herself over the back of the sofa and before I knew it, she had me knocked to the ground.
“I want to see your cock,” she purred even as her hands worked at my pants.
She wasn’t waiting to see if I was going to give her permission. I could feel her hand as she stroked the front of my trousers and I knew she had to like what she found there and then moments later, she was unzipping my pants and she was sliding her hand inside.
I could feel her hand on the outside of my underwear and then I could feel herself worming her way inside. I could feel her hand wrap itself around my cock and then I could feel her give me a squeeze, and I couldn’t help but moan when she did that.
She looked up at me and she grinned but then she pulled her hand back but it was perfectly clear why. She was working the buttons on my slacks and the only thing it seemed she wanted was better access to my cock and I knew there was no way I was going to stop her.
I wasn’t going to stop her, but apparently, Kyle was. He saw what she was doing. Hell, she’d already gotten my slacks down and now she was working my briefs down as well and I knew that in moments, she’d be hopping up on my cock but that’s when Kyle stopped her. “Geez, Bianca,” he said. “Mr. McAdams is a guest here. You don’t think this is the right way to treat our guests, do you?”
Bianca looked up at Kyle with a look that said that she thought this was the perfect way to treat a guest.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you this,” the man said, “but you’ve got to take all his clothes off.”
Bianca seemed to suddenly agree that that was a wonderful idea. In no time at all, she had my shoes and socks off and then she was pulling my pants all the way off.
She straddled my body next and even with the underside of her cunt just grazing the top of my cock, I could feel how wet her pussy was and then her hands were working the buttons on my shirt and that was all it took for her to get me just as naked as she was.
I could tell she certainly thought she’d done what she was supposed to do because she pulled herself up and she reached between her legs and I could feel her wrapping her hand around my cock and in moments, I knew where that cock was going to be.
“Now, Bianca,” the man said, stopping her once again. “Again, I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but I think Mr. McAdams here would like to get his cock sucked.”
To tell the truth, I would have foregone the cock sucking if it meant I could get in her pussy that much faster but Bianca, it seemed, agreed with Kyle because she stopped what she was doing and then she climbed off my body. “Sorry,” she said apologetically and I had the distinct impression that she was apologizing to me for not sucking my cock first.
And then she was kneeling down beside me and she was taking my cock in her hand and I knew she was going to suck me and I knew I couldn’t wait.
And that was when the man stopped her again. “Now, Bianca,” the man said, “I know you want to suck his cock but don’t you think you should give him the opportunity to lick your pussy if he wants.”
Once more, she pulled herself back and once more, she apologized to me. “Sorry,” she said, and once more, she was straddling my body, this time with her pussy poised right there above my mouth.
Once more, I felt her hand wrap itself around my cock and once more I felt her give me a few quick strokes but I almost think she was expecting to have the guy tell her to stop again at the very last moment. I know I was.
“What are you waiting for,” Kyle told her. “Suck it.”
This time, she wasn’t waiting for anything and it felt good when she finally sucked me into her mouth.
I couldn’t believe it. Here was this woman, perched atop my body and sucking my cock and there right above me was her pussy, seemingly begging me to return the favor.
Okay, so what was I supposed to do? Just sit there while she sucked my cock? I already knew I wasn’t going to do that so I reached up and I took hold of her ass and then I let my tongue slide in between her lips.
You should have heard her moan when I did that. If there was any doubt about what it was I was doing, that doubt disappeared when I felt her moan against my cock.
Maybe she was better than me or maybe I was just farther along but I knew I was going to cum. I couldn’t help it. I knew I was going to cum hard, and I did.
If Bianca minded having a guy cum in her mouth, she showed no indications of it to me. She just kept sucking my cock as if taking a mouth full of cum from a complete stranger was the most natural thing in the world for her and for all I knew, maybe it was.
And the most amazing thing was she just wasn’t stopping. I couldn’t help but groan as she continued to suck me off. If she didn’t watch it, I thought, she was liable to get another mouth full of cum.
Of course in retrospect, maybe that was exactly what she had in mind.
I was definitely getting hard again and Bianca definitely wasn’t slowing down and just when I thought there was nothing that could stop Bianca from making me cum again, the only thing that could make her stop did make her stop because Bianca pulled herself back.
She was still sitting atop of me as she looked back with a pout. “I want to get fucked,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to get fucked.”
“I can do that,” I volunteered.
“You can?” Okay, I had the distinct feeling she was toying with me but to be honest, I kind of liked it.
“I can,” I told her.
“What do you want me to do,” she asked.
“I want you to turn around and face me ... No, don’t get up,” I quickly amended. “Just turn around and face me.”
I think she knew what I had in mind. She stayed low, her body still straddling mine as she turned around and faced me. “You mean like this,” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Now scoot your pussy back just a little bit ... and a little bit more.”
“You mean like this,” she asked even as she pressed her pussy against my cock.
“Yeah,” I groaned. “I mean like that.”
“What should I do now,” she asked even as she stroked herself against my cock.
“Do you really have to ask?”
“I s’pose not,” she said, “but I really want to hear you say it.”
I couldn’t help but groan. “Fine,” I told her. “You want to hear me say it then fine. I want to see you ride my cock.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean something like this,” she said and even as she said it, she reached down and she took hold of my cock and then she was shoving herself down upon my cock.
I groaned again. “Yeah,” I told her. “I mean something exactly like that.”
She pulled herself up only to push herself down again and one look in her face was enough to let me know. She was done with the teasing. It was on to the cock riding now.
She pulled herself up only to let herself fall down again and she moaned as she did. “You like this,” she asked.
“You know I do.”
“That’s good,” she panted, “because ... because ... because I like it, too.”
I’d kind of figured that out already.
“Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh geez. I’m going to cum.”
Yeah well, I’d kind of figured that out, too.”
“I’m going to cum,” she said again. “Oh geez. I want you to do it. I want to feel it. I want to feel your cum in my pussy.”
Well, if she kept that up, I told myself, she was going to get what she wanted.
“Oh geez,” she screamed. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
I knew that, too. After all, I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock and could feel my cock returning the favor as my cock surged inside her.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. I love it. I love it when you cum inside me.”
That made two of us, I thought.
I could see her shivering as her pussy rode my cock and then finally, she was done with me almost at the same time as I was done with her.
Kyle stepped forward. “Okay, Bianca. That’s enough now. Why don’t you let the nice man up.”
“But I want to fuck some more,” Bianca pouted.
“I’ll tell you what. You let the nice man up and you go back and watch some more of your movies and when I’m done here, I’ll come back and fuck you some more. How’s that sound?”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” the man assured her.
“Okay,” and with that, Bianca got up off of me and she went back to watching her porno.
The man helped me up and together, the two of us looked at the woman watching the porno. “What’s wrong with her,” I asked.
The man smiled. “Do you really think I’m going to tell a reporter that?”
So, he knew who I was. But then if he knew who I was, why had he let me come here. It was because he wanted to tell me. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I think you’re going to tell me.”
“Very good,” the man said. “You’re right. I am going to tell you.”
“Yeah?”
The man looked at Bianca. “You know, at first, when my grandfather turned control of the company over to her, at first I was kind of pissed. I mean, he could do whatever he wanted with his company but he totally overlooked me and what I could do.”
“What you could do?”
The man nodded. “The old man liked her because she went to college and because she had a business degree, but I went to college, too. The only thing was my degree was in Chemistry and the old man couldn’t see much use in that.”
To tell the truth, I was wondering where he was going with it.
“I was studying food additives. I was trying to find ways to make our coffees even better, but the old man didn’t like that. The thought of altering the flavor of the natural bean was anathema to him.
“And that’s when I came up with something entirely different. It was an additive that didn’t change the flavor of the coffee, but added something to what the drinker was feeling. It made them feel good. It made them feel really good, and do you know what the old man said?”
I shook my head.
“He said it was an abomination, and Bianca was right there with him, agreeing with him. I think that was when I really knew that I wasn’t going to have anything to do with the company. I think that’s when I started to plot my revenge.
“Bianca let me hang around at least. She knew I knew what I was doing, or maybe she was just worried that I’d go over to the other side. Whatever the case, she let me hang around.
“I’d been perfecting my additive. I’d been making it more potent and more stronger but I overlooked some obvious things. The first thing I missed was that it only worked on women. I’m not even sure why that is. The other thing I overlooked was that it didn’t just make people feel good, it made them horny.
“I’d come up with this plan. I was going to give Bianca a super concentrated dose of the drug. It wasn’t that I wanted to turn her into a slut. It was just that I wanted to show her what it could do.”
The man laughed wryly. “I certainly showed her and I showed me, too. Before I knew what had happened, I’d turned her into a sex-crazed slut. She’d have sex 24 hours a day if I let her. She’d tear her pussy up and she’d still keep having sex. That was what the drug did in its concentrated form and she’s stayed that way ever since.
“But like I said, I didn’t figure it out until it was too late, so ever since, I’ve been working to find an antidote for it, something that would give my cousin her mind back.
“So here’s the problem. I know you have a story you’re dying to write. But if you do, they’ll lock me up and I won’t be able to find an antidote and Bianca stays the way she is and Red Diamond Importers will be rudderless. The choice is yours.”
“But I don’t understand,” I said. “Why are the people in the coffee houses behaving the way they are?”
“It’s research.”
“Research,” I asked.
The man nodded. “The coffee that goes out to the high end places is treated with a very, very diluted form of the drug. When its brewed, the drug becomes vaporized and when its inhaled, the effects are more pronounced.”
“So the coffee shop girls—”
“Are getting more of an effect because they work with it longer and because they’re actually getting the aerosolized version of the drug when they brew the coffee.”
“But you can’t do that,” I told him. “I don’t care how good your intentions are.”
“If you think so, then write your story and we’ll see what happens.”
That was when I finally got it. If I wrote the story, he’d be stopped and there’d be no more drug out there but there would be no more antidote either. But if I didn’t write the story, he was going to keep doing what he was doing. He wanted me to be his conscience, and damn it, it was a job I didn’t want to have.
“I think we’re done here,” he said. “I’ll have Parsons show you off the grounds but as I said, the choice is yours.”
He was right about that. The choice was mine and it was a choice I didn’t want to have.