Yes, with some encouragement.

William was delighted to see Valerie and Lydia took their coffee with nearly as much cream as Claudia did. Ginger, on the other hand, took it black, no sweetener Would the bit of cum Erica painted her cup with be enough? William started to worry. It was enough for Morgan, but Ginger was very different from his sister.

The squat accontant slurped he coffee while discretely glancing at Anna's tits. William noticed. Could he play that angle?

"Isn't it the best coffee ever?" Claudia was asking the owners.

"It's good," Valerie said, more out of politeness than anything, and her wife nodded as well.

"I don't know," Ginger said. "It's got kind of a funky after taste."

William's heart dropped. Was she onto him? Had they drunk enough of his spunk to be influenced by him yet?

"But hell, even bad coffee is still coffee," the accountant shrugged, then downed the rest of her cup and went for a refill.

Valerie and Lydia shared a knowing glance, as if Ginger's coffee consumption was an inside joke. William was regretting not saving a squirt or two for the coffee urn itself.

But maybe there were better ways to get his spunk into Ginger. He whispered into Anna's ear. "I need you to flirt with Ginger and get her to eat cupcakes. You don't mind. You like that she likes your tits."

The intern paused and blinked rapidly for several seconds, apparently taking some convincing to enjoy Ginger's attention, but she got there, grinned, and grabbed a spunk-frosted mini.

"Try one of these," Anna said. "They're delicious!"

"And who are you?" she asked, taking the offered cupcake and popping it in her mouth.

William sighed with relief and, letting Anna's C-cup charms handle the accountant, turned back to Valerie and Lydia, who were about half way through their adulterated coffees and chatting with Claudia and Erica. Would what they had drunk be enough? William didn't want to risk them questioning his influence, but using that influence was his best shot at getting more influence.

Luckily, his mother seemed to sense his consternation and stepped up.

"You really should try the yogurt fruit dip," she said, going in for some herself to set an example. "I got it from the cutest little deli."

William grinned to see that the other women followed his mother's lead and promised himself he'd reward her later. But he did feel the need to try his influence a little.

"Oh yeah! That strawberry yogurt dip is really good!" he said.

"So good!" Claudia agreed.

The lesbians, however, stared at him like he was something unpleasant they had just stepped in.

"I'm sorry, who were you again?" Lydia asked.

"I'm, uh, Erica's son," he said. "I'm job shadowing my mom for a college course. Plus my sister is starting a business and she wants me to help her with marketing and I figured learning about a successful small business like yours would be helpful. You don't mind, do you?"

Their stares remained icy and William was almost certain he'd discovered lesbians were imune to his spunk when at last the two wives started blinking rapidly.

"The strawberry yogurt dip IS really good!" Valerie exclaimed, and drizzled some more on her apple slices.

"So good!" Lydia agreed, dipping a piece of banana.

They acted like they were ignoring William but something had definitely gotten through. And now that they were consuming more of his spunk, his influence would grow. Hopefully it would be enough to prepare them for his part of the presentation.

"Well, please, eat and drink as much as you like," Erica said after he signaled to her. "But I know your time is valuable, so we should probably proceed to the reason you're here. I truly believe we can double your sales in less than a year!"

"You have our attention," Valerie said after glancing at Lydia.

William noticed that Anna had Ginger's attention still and they were muttering softly to each other in the corner, half a dozen cupcake wrappers on the floor. So the accountant was primed and so were the owners. It was time to make the sale!