Mr. Minotaur's Energy Drink

You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re not thinking clearly. Your whole life has been turned upside down in a matter of hours. Lena left you, and on top of that, everyone in the world seems to be acting crazy. Your brain is a mix of adrenaline, emotions and so many thoughts that they bounce into each other and ricochet out your ears.

But here you are and here she is, now in only her underwear. She takes a sip of her drink and then approaches you, pressing her whole body firmly against yours. She tilts your head down to hers and gives you a deep kiss. And then she reaches for your pants.

…A few hours earlier…

“Sarmantha, the tribe has spoken,” the host says.

“You’re a buncha snakes!” the young blonde says as she flips her fellow contestants the bird and storms off.

A narrator’s voice jumps in: “Will the Tarmugli tribe ever get their act together? Will the Cinque tribe find food...or become food? Find out next time on Survivor: North Sentinel Island.”

The show ends and an ad break begins.

“Miiiisteeer Miiiinotauur!!” A deep rough voice yells at you while images of people cycling up mountains and skydiving flash on the screen. One guy, sweating profusely after a workout, chugs a brightly-colored can and then crushes it with his biceps. “It’s got what I crave!” he screams directly into the camera showing off his entire uvula.

“Oh gawd, another energy drink?” you think. You mute the TV.

Today has been exhausting. You just got back from a ten-hour shift and only managed to catch the last fifteen minutes of your favorite show. Now your girlfriend, Lena, wants you to go out with her and her friends. Thanks, but no thanks. She looks disappointed when you tell her, but she’s also pretty great at understanding your needs. She tells you not to worry about it and continues getting ready.

You yawn loudly. Within seconds you get a notification on your phone.

Tired? Give yourself a productivity boost with Mr. Minotaur Energy! Enter code MINOS for 15% off your next purchase.

That’s a weird coincidence, you think. Or maybe it’s more than that. You knew that most devices listen to conversations to provide targeted ads, but are they picking up yawns now too?

“Okay baby, I’m off,” Lena says. She leans over to give you a wet kiss on the mouth before heading out the door. Her ass swaying in her tight jeans breaks you away from your annoyance at the ad interruptions. You’ve only been dating a few months but she’s practically moved in to your place at this point and you two can barely keep your hands off each other.

You sink down deeper into the couch, or rather, the mold that you’ve made in your couch due to many a night like this. It’s time to see what’s on public access. There’s normally something entertaining at this hour.

You change the channel and right now it’s just some schlubby guy in a short-sleeved button up and a tie sitting behind a desk. He’s talking about…taxes? That’s what it sounds like but he’s muttering exclusively in acronyms.

You’re about to click away but then he just stops talking mid-sentence. His eyes, already deadened, assume a deeper state of blankness as he looks off to his side. Oh no, you better not be watching some poor dude stroke out on live TV. But you continue watching with a morbid curiosity.

And in fact, the exact opposite happens. The man suddenly springs to life. He’s now speaking with a vigor and pace that had seemingly long since left his homeownerish husk.

“Folks, I want to tell you about something revolutionary, something that will truly change your life. One simple trick for not just financial success but health and even love!” He’s now jumped over his desk and rushed the camera. All you can see is his face.

“This is something the government doesn’t want you to know about. Your boss doesn’t want you to know about it. But I’m going to tell you.”

Okay, you think, I know where this is going. It’s crypto. Fool me once, you think…and your brain reminds you that it was actually twice.

“It’s not crypto,” the man says. “It’s better!”

It’s probably just a coincidence, but you sit up a little more. The man now has your full attention.

“What I’m talking about is Mr. Minotaur’s energy drink!!” You can now only see his mouth he’s gotten so close to the camera.

“Cassie,” he says to someone off screen, “Come show the viewers what you showed me.” A young busty blonde in tight athleisure walks confidently into view as the man backs off from the camera. She’s stunning and confident. Is she his daughter or is the economy actually this bad, you wonder.

“That’s right Lou,” she says with a giggle. She holds up a can of the beverage. “This drink changes everything.” She takes a sip and then passes it to the man. He takes a big gulp and then Cassie presses herself against him, kissing him deeply. You can see him reach for her ass but then the feed cuts.

What the fuck did you just watch? You may be going a little crazy from lack of sleep but you swear you know what you just saw.

You don’t have too much time to process it. A new notification pops up on your phone…a text from an unknown number. It’s probably just another phishing scam, but as you glance at it, you see your full name. After that, it reads:

How are you? It’s been sooo long. You may not remember me, but it’s Kate

Kate…Kate…you’ve known a few but can’t recall being particularly close friends with any of them. You text back to ask how she knows you.

Gosh you don’t remember me

We were in math together

You went to Cityville right?

You did. That was a while ago though…there might have been a Kate in that class. You give her the benefit of the doubt and ask her how she is. She says she’s doing great and trying to connect with everyone in her life who had an impact on her. Well well well, flatter away Kate, you think.

You text with her a while and catch up. She’s in sales, was briefly married right out of school and now loves hiking and tacos. Then comes her next text.

Let me get you a drink

She must have had a thing for you. That’s too bad, she sounds nice but you’re pretty in love with Lena and think it could go long term. You remind her you have a girlfriend.

Lol not a date

I sell drinks and can get you an exclusive deal

Energy drinks but better, I promise they’re great I wouldn’t lie to you

Tell me how many you want and I’ll order

“Let me guess,” you write back, “Mr. Minotaur?”

How did you know? Sounds like I have a new customer :)

You curtly decline and put your phone down. There’s no way, right? How is this drink you never even heard of suddenly everywhere? You’re hip, you’re cool, you know the trends…where did this come from?

And was that even Kate? Did you even know a Kate? Kate…you try to pull every memory from that time of your life but come up blank. But this could also explain why you don’t remember how to do math.

However, you do remember you still have your yearbooks. They’re hidden away in some dark corner of stacked boxes, a place meant to be forgotten yet full of memorabilia. You need to know if Kate is a real person and it’s all just a coincidence. You also just need some evidence that you’re not going crazy.

Your rummaging is interrupted by another text, this time from your boss. An off-hour text from him was never good news. Last time, it was a request to cover an extra shift and the time before that it was him asking if his mole looked weird. You’re not sure which was worse.

You open it, bracing yourself.

Hey, tomorrow’s looking busy and we’re all going to need to be super alert. Please pick up a pack of Minotaur energy drinks for the team

You might not really know Kate, but your boss is your boss and now he’s even talking about this silly drink. You slap yourself hard across the face, probably a bit harder than even you were expecting. It doesn’t change your reality but does add some stinging to it.

You’re not going to get the drinks, you know that. But what do you tell your boss? Do you even need to respond? The questions you have about all of this are starting to pile up.

Another text from your boss:

Please respond once you see this

You know that’s his “this is urgent” language.

Some workaholic inside you is telling you to respond. Say you’ll do it and just get the drinks. But no, the more pressure you feel to give in to this latest craze, the more you resist like a non-Newtonian fluid of stubborn individualism.

You don’t have long to bask in your righteousness before a call comes in from your phone. The screen shows it’s Lena. You quickly pick up, eager to hear her comforting voice.

“Hey baby,” she says. Her voice is sweetness turned sound even though the call is a bit distorted.

“Hey honey, what’s up? I’m missing you,” you say.

“Oh I just have a favor to ask…can you run to the cornerstore before it closes? I want to try some of those Mr. Minotaur energy drinks.” Of all the things she could call about, this was one of the last things you wanted to hear. You immediately become annoyed.

You take on a biting tone. “What’s going on with that? Why is everyone trying to get me to buy them?”

“I’m not everyone, I’m your girlfriend and I’m just asking you to do me a favor.” She sounds upset that you didn’t just say yes.

“OK, but can’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“Well if you won’t do me just a small favor, I’ll find someone who will.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re saying that over a fucking drink?!” The anger in your voice is rising now.

“Don’t you yell at me. You know what, this just shows how little you actually care about me. Maybe my mom was right?”

“Are you seriously doing this? It’s a stupid drink!”

“If you don’t do this…we’re over.”

“Fine!” you yell.

“It is fine! I’m going to find a real man who loves Mr. Minotaur and knows how to treat me right.”

She hangs up and you’re left in shock. Your head starts to spin. Did she really just break up with you because you wouldn’t buy her an energy drink? What was wrong with her? And if she’s acting like this, do you really even want to be with her?

You start pacing around the room, restless and trying to make sense of things. Maybe you should call her back. Maybe it was dumb to not just get the drink. You pick up your phone and see another text from your boss.

Jessica will pick up the drinks for tomorrow. Let’s talk about your reliability first thing.

Jessica had been trying to undermine you at work since he first started a few months ago. You’re livid that she’s now succeeding and you’re in trouble because of it. You’re broken and lost. Calm down, you tell yourself, take some deep breaths, but you soon discover they provide no remedy. You pick up a glass and get ready to smash it into the wall. But as you wind up, you hear a knock at the door.

You open it to see your neighbor Stacy. At least you think that’s her name. You’ve never talked to her outside of an occasional “hi” when crossing paths. She’s in fresh and full makeup. Her tight and short dress is a rare departure from the pajamas and t-shirt she normally sports around the block.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but…”

She starts but you cut her off, “…you want me to buy an energy drink?”

“What? No, my sink is leaking and there’s water everywhere. I don’t know what to do,” she says. “Why would I be asking you about an energy drink?”

“Oh no, I’m sorry. It’s been a long weird night. Trying to fix a sink would actually be a welcome break,” you tell her.

“Great!” she says. “I’ll show you.”

You follow Stacy to her apartment. It’s bright and feminine with a hint of perfume still lingering in the air. When you get to the kitchen, you see the sink. There’s no running water. In fact, everything looks immaculate.

“Is this the sink?” As soon as you ask the question, you see it. An open can of Mr. Minotaur sitting on the counter. You freeze.

“Okay...so I might have lied,” Stacy says coyly. “The truth is that I just wanted to get you over here because I was feeling a bit lonely.” She’s staring at you with her big sultry brown eyes. She’s so hot and if Lena wasn’t your girlfriend you would absolutely…wait, Lena just left you. And now this gorgeous brunette is all but propositioning you. As your mind slowly turns its gears, Stacy leans in to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

It sends a jolt of excitement through your body. Who cares if she even wants you to get an energy drink, this is the best thing that’s happened to you all night. You momentarily get lost in her cleavage as she stands back. The blood rushing to your cock is switching your temperament to pure animal instincts.

“What do you say?’ she asks you.

You move on her now, kissing her with a flick between tongues this time. You let your hands flow down her body, from the top of her soft bare shoulders to the smooth fabric pressed tightly against her ass. You feel vindicated from everything that’s happened tonight knowing that it led you here. But somewhere deeper down you want this purely to punish Lena.

You and Stacy continue to explore each other’s lips and tongues, quickly increasing the intensity. You’re throbbing in your pants, pressing so hard against them that under most other circumstances it would be painful. Stacy takes a step back to look at you and slowly unzip her dress from the back. It gracefully floats to the floor. She goes over to the counter and picks up the energy drink.

“Have some,” she beckons and holds out the can.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this but it’s too late now. You’d do nearly anything to advance your rendezvous with Stacy. You take the can from her but hesitate. She reaches between her legs and produces a glistening finger, nearly dripping with her juices.

“Drink and then lick,” she giggles, extending her finger to your lips.

Fuck it, you think and have a sip of the drink. You don’t even register what it tastes like as you go straight for her slick finger, giving it one long suck to taste her pussy.

“Good boy,” she says. “Why don’t you order one? That would make me so hot that I’d need to have you in my mouth.” She drops to her knees in front of you, nearly begging with her big energetic eyes.

You pull out your phone and begin fumbling with the buttons as she starts to undo your belt and slide your pants down. You find the first link you see and start entering your information. You don’t even try to fight it or even rationalize it. All your blood is in your cock, leaving nothing for your brain..

“Show me,” she says, You turn your phone to display the order confirmation.

“Good boy,” she says as she pulls out your cock and starts to flick the tip with her tongue. It feels so good you let out a long gasp. All the tension that’s built up over the past couple hours is starting to seep out and is replaced by bliss. She then lowers her whole mouth on you, taking your cock as far into her as it will go. Her tongue swirls along your shaft as she begins to rhythmically move back and forth. It makes you so light-headed that you need to reach for the counter to steady yourself.

She continues for a few more minutes while you groan and lightly buck in ecstasy.

“I want you to fuck me on the counter,” she says as she stands up and removes her panties. She jumps up on the edge, her ass half off and her pussy at the perfect height for you to slip inside.

“Order another,” she says.

What’s one more drink, you think. That’s totally worth the price of Stacy’s sweet inviting pussy. You add another drink to her order and show her.

“Good boy, now come and fuck me.”

You take your cock and run it down her slit, immediately feeling her warm dripping excitement. You push in and feel the inviting silky glide of her lust. You barely need to move further as her pussy seemingly sucks your cock deeper inside. You pull out and thrust in harder this time, eliciting a gentle moan from your new lover. In and out, in and out, the passion rising between you with every motion. Stacy’s mouth starts to hang open, her eyes glazed as she stares into you watching your every move. Her eyes only break when she starts to cum, the contractions in her pussy sucking you in further as the orgasm ripples through her body nearly dislodging her from her perch.

You can feel yourself getting closer too. She sees this and pushes you back out.

“Buy a case,” she says through heavy breathing. “Buy a case and cum inside me.”

You don’t even hesitate and place the order in a matter of seconds. Then you furiously plunge back into her, pumping faster and faster as her eyes beg and encourage your build up. You can’t hold back much longer. The thrusts dislodge her from the counter and you grab her ass to support her whole weight now. She presses on you with the full **** of gravity and grinds herself to another climax. It’s all you can take and you explode inside of her.

You sink down to the kitchen floor, carrying her with you and you both bask blissfully for a moment. Your cock continues to twitch inside her and she presses hard against you to feel every throb. Finally, she catches her breath and lifts herself from you.

“Thank you,” she says as she retrieves her clothes. You’d be happy to stay for another round, but she passes you your pants as a sign that it’s now time for you to leave.

“I think you should buy another case,” she says.

You got what you wanted and are thinking a bit clearer now. You have no intention to do so. “I think I’ll be good with what I already ordered,” you tell her as you get dressed. She escorts you to the door.

“Sorry, I meant that I think you should buy another case if you don’t want me to show your family and coworkers what we just did,” she points to the corner of the kitchen and to what appears to be a camera.

“You were filming us?!” Your contentedness disappears and your rage comes steaming back.

“I’ll check in on you in a little bit. You don’t have to buy it yourself, maybe there’s a way to convince someone else to buy it for you.” She winks at you and shoves you out her door.

Your anger turns to shame as you trod away. Some part of you knew that was a bad idea and now you’re being blackmailed. You curse yourself for losing composure and falling for something too good to be true.

You sit outside on the steps of your apartment building defeated. A more driven soul would try to figure out why everything has gone crazy and try to bring back the world they once knew. But that’s not you. Not now at least. Now you’re just the used, by Lena, by work, by Stacy, by Mr. Minotaur.

You get up to sulk back to your place. And then you get another text. It’s from Lena.

Hey baby, I’m on my way over. I’ll stop to pick up those weird energy drinks you asked me to. See ya soon, smooches

“What the fuck is she talking about?” you find yourself suddenly saying aloud. You text her back asking her what she meant and that she can’t just act like everything is normal after dumping you.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I never dumped you! You called me asking you to get some stupid drink

You pause, replaying your memory of the call. Is she gaslighting you? She sends another text.

U ok?

I’m coming straight back

She must feel guilty and is trying some weird mindgame. Or maybe you really are going crazy? That would explain a lot of things.

But if you didn’t actually break up then you just cheated on her with Stacy. Sure, it was great sex and you thought you weren’t cheating but you can’t tell Lena that.

Then it dawns on you. Lena never called you. You never called Lena. Mr. Minotaur was the one playing the games. Someone must have spoofed your numbers and faked your voices. The more you think about it, the more paranoid you sound. Maybe you are going crazy.

After oscillating between confidence in what happened and **** doubt of your own mind, Lena swings the door open. You’re bracing for a big argument, but she instead rushes over to sit with you on the couch.

“Turn on the news!” she says.

You turn the TV back on and there’s a breaking news bulletin. You see footage of a city in flames, people looting stores, and random assaults. The news anchor speaks over the chaotic clips.

“…officials say they’re doing everything possible to stop the attacks and restore basic services. And just a few moments ago, Flonk Brands, the parent company of Mr. Minotaur released a statement saying that they are investigating the issue and setting up a system for anyone to return or cancel purchases they can prove were ****, provided the product is unopened. They’re not saying much else but our sources are telling us that the company launched a new marketing AI. The only direction they gave it was to improve sales as much as possible and it appears it took it a little too far. We’ve had reports of data theft, harassment, ****, brainwashing and even ****…”

You and Lena turn to each other. You know you should tell her about Stacy but all you can muster up is “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay baby, you should know I wouldn’t leave you because of some stupid drink,” she says.

“I…I did…” you start but she interrupts you.

“You bought it?”

You nod in shame.

“Why?” she asks.

Visions of placing the orders flash in your mind. Stacy was looking up at you, biting her lip, her hungry eyes begging you as she massaged her breasts. It felt so good at the time. You had no control, lost in horniness, lost in Stacy’s eyes, lost in Stacy’s mouth, lost in Stacy’s pussy. Even now the thought sends a jolt to your crotch.

But before you can answer, a breaking news alert siren interrupts. “This just in, the Mr. Minotaur rampage has been stopped in its tracks thanks to a new AI from Crazy Dragon Hot Chips. A spokesperson from the company says that nobody will receive any more pressure to buy Mr. Minotaur and to celebrate this achievement, all Crazy Dragon Hot Chips will be half off all week.”

The anchor catches a bag of chips someone has tossed from off screen. He tears it open and starts pouring them into his mouth. "You'd be a fool not to try these things," he says, straight to the camera.

The End.

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