Some Experimentation

As soon as I get home from work that day, I go onto Amazon and order myself a few sealable vials for next day delivery. They could potentially come in handy. I don't know how long the cum lasts, but I won't find out unless I try. If there was ever a time I was happy that Tiffany is absent from work all the time, and that she is my shift manager more than not, now is that time. I go through the motions for the evening, making myself a bowl of cheap ramen, and go to sleep, I don't have work tomorrow, so I'll be doing chores and hopefully the vials will arrive.

I do my various chores throughout the day, and when I get home for the day, there is an amazon package at my door. The vials seem to have arrived. I spend the evening browsing porn, and filling 3 vials. Each vial I label with a date. I put two with my stuff for work tomorrow, and one in a drawer in my desk. Exhausted, I quickly fall asleep for tomorrow.

I arrive at work in the morning, and again, its just me and Tiffany in the morning. If she didn't have resting bitch face, she'd probably be pretty attractive. She's got blonde wavy hair, with blue eyes, and decent sized assets.

Today, however, she looks exceptionally ticked off compared to most days. Before I can even say anything as I walk in, she immediately says, "I don't want to hear any comments, sass, or questions, but from today on, I won't be leaving during the day anymore. That said, get me a coffee, I'll be in the back office for a bit."

I make her a cup of coffee the way I always have to make it for her, with extra sugar, and also mix my cum into it, before bringing it into the back office. The back office can barely be called that. Its where daily sales numbers, and inventory ledgers are written. It also has a safe for putting the cash from the registers in over night, alongside a small chair. If you told me that it used to be a closet, I'd believe you, there is just enough room for 2 people to stand, and that is about it. I hand Tiffany her coffee as she reads over the inventory ledger. She takes a sip, and looks at the coffee slightly funnily, before taking another larger sip, and her eyes unfocus, like I saw before.

"Tiffany, you should drink the rest of that coffee right now."

"I should drink the rest of the coffee right now." She says, bringing the coffee to her mouth and drinking the whole thing down (I made sure it wasn't scalding hot before I brought it over).

Once she's finished, I continue, "Tiffany, you'll always drink things I bring you."
"I'll always drink things you bring me."
"You won't notice if I put things into any drinks or food."
"I won't... I won't..." Tiffany struggles very hard with this, but as long as she doesn't wake up, I want to push this one further.
"You won't notice if I put things into any drinks or food."
"I won't notice if... if you... put..."
"You won't notice if I put things into any drinks or food."
"I won't notice if you put things into any drinks... or food."
"That's right, you won't notice if I put things into any drinks or food."
"Yes, I won't notice if you put things into any drinks or food."

I take a deep breath, that'll be very helpful, and I try to move onto the next commands.

"Tiffany, you enjoy talking with me."
"I..." Is all Tiffany says, before she blinks a few times, looks at her emptied coffee mug, slightly confused, then looks back to me.

"I need a full cup. Not an almost empty one." Tiffany barks to me, before turning back to her work.

I refill her cup with decaf this time, and dose it with cum again. Before returning. After a sip, she falls under again and I have her drink the whole cup.

"Tiffany, you enjoy complaining about your problems."
"I enjoy complaining about my problems."

No issues so far with that, its a statement of fact too, she already would openly complain about her problems before.

"You want to complain to me about your problems."
"I want to complain to you about my problems."
"Complaining to me will feel very good."
"Complaining to you will feel very good."
"You will complain about all your problems to me."
"I will complain about all my problems to you."
"You trust that I won't share any secrets."
"I... I... trust. I trust that..." She struggles as she says this, her eyes squinting slightly, like she's trying to focus on something.
"You trust that I won't share any secrets."
"I trust that you won't... share... any secrets."
"You trust that I won't share any secrets."
"I trust that you won't share any secrets."
"It will feel like a weight is lifted off your chest when you share secrets."
"It will feel like a weight is lifted off my chest when I share secrets."
"Once you've shared a problem, it won't seem so bad anymore."
"Once I've shared a problem, it won't seem so bad anymore."
"When you wake up, you'll remember chugging the coffee I gave you, but only chugging it, nothing else."
"When I wake up, I'll remember chugging the coffee you gave me, but only chugging it, nothing else."
"Tiffany, wake up."

When Tiffany wakes up, she blinks a few times, and hands the coffee mug back to me. I take it back to the front, and begin getting ready for customers. I finish up with about 20 minutes before we open, so I head to the restroom, and spend some time refilling one of the vials.

When I return, there are still a few minutes before we open. Tiffany walks in from the back office and checks that everything is ready to open. Once she's verified that, she starts talking, "Look, I know what I said earlier, and I stand by you not talking back here, but I'm going to vent some things right now. Yesterday my boyfriend Robbie broke up with me. We'd been dating for a few years, since we were Juniors in high school, and he's how I got this job. His uncle is the owner, and that's how I got this job. When I was heading out, I was going to hang out with Robbie. Now that Robbie broke up with me, the owner told me that he'd gotten some complaints in the past, and he ignored them for family's sake, but from here on I'd be held to a normal standard. That is why I won't be heading out anymore. Robbie's such a fucking bastard. He'd been 2 timing me for some younger girl. I'm only 20. 20! Can you believe that. Bastard can rot in hell."

"Man, that is pretty messed up." I reply, only half agreeing. After all, most of those complaints were probably me to the owner.

"I know right. So starting today I have to actually work to keep this job." She complains further, "Well, at least I still have the job though. Its not like I was sharing an apartment with Robbie either, so I don't have to deal with that hassle."

After ranting, her mood seems to have gotten a little better. Seeing she appears to be done ranting for now, I head to the front and unlock the door and change the sign to the open side.

The morning is relatively uneventful with only 3 customers coming in before the lunch rush. The lunch rush itself is busier than normal. And after the customers from lunch empty out, its already 1:30PM. Once the last customer leaves, Tiffany begins ranting again while making herself some food, "That was crazy busy. Half the customers didn't leave any tips, and almost all of them were pissed they had to wait for food. Is it normally that bad?"

"Well, today was on the worse side. But close to that." I reply.

"Geez, well... I'm sorry, a bit, for making you work those alone." Tiffany says in an apologetic tone.

"Sure." I sigh. She sits down with a sandwich and starts eating. "Do you want anything to drink with that?" I ask.

"Oh, dang. Yeah, just a glass of water is fine." Tiffany replies.

Well, I guess I'll see how effective the earlier command is. I get her the glass of water and pour the cum from earlier into it, and mix it in before bringing it over. Its obvious to the eye that something is wrong with the water, its slightly milky after all.

Tiffany takes the water, looks at it, shrugs, then takes a drink, and the all-too-familiar dullness spreads over her face.

"Tiffany, you should drink the whole glass of water." I say.
"I should drink the whole glass of water." She responds, and begins drinking it. While she does so, I fill a second glass and set it at the table as she finishes with the spiked water. I take the glass from her, and return it to the counter before continuing.

"You feel bad about making me work lunch rushes alone."
"I feel bad about making you work lunch rushes alone."
"You feel very bad, and guilty about making me work lunch rushes alone."
"I feel very bad, and guilty about making you work lunch rushes alone."
"To make it up to me, you'll overlook any improprieties I might do."
"To make it up to you, I'll overlook any improprieties you might do."
"You'll overlook if I have sex in the bathroom."
"I'll overlook... if... you have sex... in the bathroom."
"You'll overlook if I have sex in the bathroom."
"I'll overlook if you have sex in the bathroom."
"Overhearing me having any form of sex is arousing."
"Overhearing you... having any form of... sex... is arousing."
"Overhearing me having any form of sex is arousing."
"Overhearing you having any form of sex is arousing."

Thankfully, that will hopefully cover me for anything like that which might happen while Tiffany is on duty as manager. On to the next subject.

"You're impressed that I was able to handle lunch rushes alone."
"I'm impressed that you were able to handle lunch rushes alone."
"You think I must have good work ethics."
"I think you must have good work ethics."
"You think I must have good stamina."
"I think you must have good stamina."
"You find good stamina attractive."
"I find good stamina... attractive."
"You find good stamina attractive."
"I find good stamina attractive."
"You want a rebound date."
"I... I..." Tiffany blinks a few times, sees the water in front of her, and takes a small sip, before continuing, "Thanks for the water. By the way, I'm really sorry about leaving you alone to handle lunch rushes. It shows some real work ethic... and stamina to handle those alone." As she finishes the statement, her cheeks flush slightly. She takes a bite of her sandwich, and eats it before continuing, "Look, if you wanted to slack off... or something... sometimes, I'll look the other way. I hope that helps make up for it."

"That's very kind of you. Thanks, I'll probably take you up on that." I reply as I head to go make my own food to eat for the afternoon. We eat our lunches in the peace of the post lunch rush.

After another hour passes, the woman from 2 days ago walks in, again dressed in her suit. I really size her up this time. She's taller than the average woman, only an inch or two shorter than my 5'11". Her suit is doing a decent job of hiding her assets, but I can at least tell she has some decent tits on her. Her brown hair is cut in a bob, and frames sharp face accentuated with green eyes.

As she walks up to the counter, I stand to meet her behind it, "Hello, how may I help you today ma'am."

She glances nervously at Tiffany a few times before leaning in and whispering, "I'd like some special sauce, and a coffee afterwards.".

"Sure, no problem ma'am." I say, and I turn to face Tiffany. "I'm going to take you up on that slacking... or stuff." I say to Tiffany, and then guide the woman into the men's restroom.

"I don't believe you've even told me your name." I say as I begin stripping my pants and underwear.

"Its... Andrea." She says hesitantly.

"Well, Andrea, I'm a little tired from work today, so do you think you could help me provide the sauce? I'll start out, but if I get tired, it'll be the only way." I say to her.

Andrea's cheeks flush slightly, "Ok, but only if you get tired. I'm paying after all."

I begin stroking myself as she sits on her knees waiting. After 5 minutes pass, I speak up, "Andrea, I'm getting sore, could you help, you can tip less in exchange."

"Alright, but I will tip less. That does seem fair." She says, as she reaches out with one hand and starts jerking my cock. Her hands are nicely manicured, but her technique is awful. Luckily for her, this is the first handjob I've ever gotten, so the sensation is very new, if lacking, and it takes only a minute before I start cumming. She quickly positions her mouth to catch the cum, as her face goes blank.

I lean in and whisper to her, concerned that Tiffany might be listening in,
"Andrea, you'll respond in a very quiet whisper to my voice while in this trance."
"I'll respond in a very quiet whisper to your voice while in this trance." She says, barely audibly.
"You didn't mind helping me cum."
"I... didn't mind... helping you cum."
"You didn't mind helping me cum."
"I didn't mind helping you cum."
"It made the cum taste even better."
"It made the cum taste even better."
"You wonder what else could make the cum taste better."
"I wonder what else could make the cum taste better."
"In the future, you'll be more willing to help me cum."
"In the future, I'll be more willing to help you cum."
"You want to tell me more about yourself."
"I want... I... I..." Andrea stutters before blinking a few times, then stands up and pulls out a ten dollar bill. "This is for the sauce. As we agreed upon." She says as she straightens her clothes.

As she begins to open the door, I think I can hear footsteps quickly retreating from outside. When I get back to the counter, Tiffany isn't there, but there aren't any customers either, so I get Andrea her coffee then head back to the office and peek in. I catch a brief glance at Tiffany through the door which is cracked slightly. She's sitting breathing heavily, fully dressed, but very clearly flushed.

I head back out front, and a little bit after Andrea leaves, Tiffany returns. She briefly makes eye contact, before averting her gaze. The rest of the day goes by uneventfully, with no conversation between Tiffany and myself, even during closing. When I get home, I wash the two vials I used earlier in the day, before refilling one of them before falling asleep.