Touring the food processing facility

The next day you're scheduled to tour the food processing facility recently acquired by the company. Cassandra is scheduled to meet you there along with Cynthia Thelms of legal.

The three of you arrive close together in time. When Cynthia arrives you notice something about her, even though you haven't been a student of the occult for very long, the parasol is like a flashing sign Nosferatu, undead, vampire. You envy her immortality, you feel your nether regions moisten as you think of the experimentation you'd subject her and her blood to.

You enter the factory and are greeted by the assistant manager Pamela Bowen. The company had already gone through the plant staff, promoting or getting rid of personnel as they saw fit. Someone from the company had clearly introduced Pamela to Evil-Glam. Her perfect complexion and a clear lip gloss made her lips look moist, she wears a tight little red dress under her lab coat.

Pamela leads your group upstairs, Cynthia excuses herself saying she has to meet the company accountant and the remains of their legal staff. Pamela shrugs and leads you and Cassandra to a gangway overseeing the factory. As you look down Pamela explains the various machines and processes.

Pamela lectures the two of you for nearly an hour before wrapping up saying: "I've never seen a food additive like the company's black powder. I sure am glad for the company mandated hour relaxation break. Morale has never been higher. All of us here are grateful for the company."

You know the powder is the black-goo in micro-beaded form. You have a pretty good idea what happens on the relaxation breaks.

Looking to Cassandra for approval you move closer to Pamela sliding a hand beneath her dress. You rub her mound. You are not surprised to find she does not choose to wear underwear.

She mews at your touch. Slumping against you, she rubs her cheek along the top of your shoulder. She is wet to the touch. You put a finger inside her, working it in and out.

"Do you love the company? You ask.

"Yes." She gasps.

You can feel the moistness of her mouth on your shoulder as you continue to work her dripping canal. "Will you serve the company? You hiss in her ear.

"I will." She says grunting.

"Always be loyal to the company?"

"Yes, yes just....oh" Pamela says coming to orgasm.

You remove your fingers from her letting her fall to her knees.

You pat her head and say. "I'm going to take a closer look at the machinery."

Pamela stares up at you. "You wouldn't want to meet me for the relaxation break would you?"

You shake your head. "I don't think I have time today."