Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Brent’s eyes light up with lust as he does his best to stuff his sex back into his pants. It’s starting to go down now, but I don’t envy him having to walk around with that thing in there.
“Well, you’re quite the find then, aren’t you, Ms. Fairley?” His voice lights me up inside. My body seems intent on taking over and tearing all my clothes off.
“So are you.” I smile. “That cream of yours was definitely special. And please don’t call me Ms. Fairley. Call me Luna.”
“Okay, Luna.” Brent grins, cupping my breast one more time before doing up the button on my blouse. “Regrettably, I have a farm to run and inspectors to appease. But even though I know you are trouble, we will be seeing each other again. See Claire about your purchase orders. She will straighten them out for you.”
And with that, he opens the door to his office and strides out.
Trouble? Did he just say I’m trouble?
5
BRENT
I’m still on cloud nine as I straighten out my clothes and march out front to meet the inspectors, all the while playing every mental game I can to try and get the last bit of my erection to go down.
I’m still mostly hard from that incredible blowjob I just got from Luna. It’s almost impossible to believe she’s as inexperienced as she claims.
I don’t know if I should trust her, but she sure did a great job draining my cream. And I’m just dying to give her more as soon as possible.
The five inspectors, Cliff, Tammy, Ramee, Nate, and Mark, are waiting by their cars per usual. But what’s unusual is that Jeff Fairley standing there beside them.
So Luna’s father has decided to buy his way onto my farm. Now why could that be?
He’s standing there in his blue pinstripe suit, looking like a mob boss as he chats with Mark. I put on my best smile as I approach them all and extend my hand to him first, just to let him know whatever game he’s trying to pull here today isn’t going to work.
“Jeff! How the hell are ya?” If only he knew what had just been going on five minutes ago in my back office.
“Living and thriving, Brent. Living and thriving. Yourself?”
“Oh, you know. Serving up the best cream in the nation! People keep loving it. More and more every day!”
With a wink, I turn and shake every one of the other inspectors’ hands and greet them. They all look hesitant; they know it’s illegal for Jeff to be here, but big money like mine and Jeff’s can get you pretty much whatever you want.
Jeff owns a supermarket chain that buys cream directly from me. I can’t see why he’d have any interest in messing with my business. All that would do is screw with his profits. He must have some other angle here.
“So you all want a tour of the facility?” I ask.
“You know the drill,” Tammy says with a smile. “I’m sure everything will be in order just as it always is.”
“But it’s always important to make sure,” Mark chimes in. “We must be diligent.”
So Mark’s the rat.
“Of course. Diligence is key,” I reply, forcing a smile. “Right this way.”
I take them out back to the paddocks first to give them a view of the cows. Many are roaming in the fields, but some are being milked by our team.
“As you can see, nothing much has changed since your last visit. Same safety and sterilization methods are being taken.”
The inspectors nod, marking things off on their checklists.
I take them into the shipping warehouse next, where some of our pallets are being loaded up onto the trucks.
“I don’t need to tell you what goes on here,” I say. The inspectors all smile and make notes on their checklists.
“Looks pretty standard,” Nate chimes in. “I imagine you’re down here most days helping out, Brent?”
“It’s my main job here at Luscious Acres,” I kid back. “You don’t get callused hands like this sitting in an office all day.”
I’m pretty sure I catch Jeff’s eyes narrowing at my little joke there, but the rest of the inspectors find it funny, and we continue on up to the processing room.
“A bit chilly in here. I’m sure you all remember that.”
“Should have packed a jacket,” Ramee chuckles, miming a shivering motion.
I take them through the process just like last time–how we process our cream by skimming the fattest layer from the organic whole milk we get from our incredible cows raised here at the farm. They’ve all seen this before, so it’s nothing new to them.
I then bring them over to the bottling section where our cream is bottled, sealed, labeled, and then stacked to be brought out to the paddock warehouse to be shipped out.
“Everything looks good, Brent.” Tammy smiles. “No surprises. Just like last time–”