GITJ Tangent Story: A Special Offer, p2 by ResistanceIsFutile

Second part of our GITJ Tangent story, by valuable team member RiF.

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Patrica slowly drove her way to the employee parking lot through a sea of cars as Harry tried his darndest to keep all the drinks, these stupid smoothies on his lap, from spilling all over the place. After a frantic few minutes of sudden stops, sharp turns, and near misses they finally arrived at the reserved parking at the side of the building.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. Normally he would have been furious at his wife for putting him in such a stupid predicament in the first place. This whole day, in his opinion, had been utterly ridiculous and a waste of fuckin’ time, but something told him this wasn’t the time to complain. Patricia was having none of it, and Harry knew better than to try and get in her way.

Patricia turned off the car and they sat in cold silence for a moment. His wife stared stoically forward, her hands on the wheel mentally preparing herself for the next step in her ‘fitness’ journey.

Eventually the silence became too much to bear, and her husband finally spoke up.

“W-what exactly are we going to do with all these?”

“Oh we’re going to drink them,” Patricia replied, a funny determination in her voice, “We’re gonna drink them all up babe.”

“All of them?!?” Harry blurted. There’re, like, twelve of them!

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she answered with a strange smile , “they’re good for you.”

“Oh like Hell-”

“Oh come on baby, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little drinking contest.”

“Well-”

“Tell you what,” Patricia began, ”The blue cups there are yours and the pink cups here are mine.” She took the platter off his lap and placed it on the center console between them. “There are six of each. If you can drink all of yours before I can drink all of mine then I’ll do whatever your little heart desires for a week, no questions, no backtalk, no nothin’. I will be your perfect little wife ready to take care of your every need. How’s that sound?” She saw him considering the possibility; every guy loves the idea of an attentive, obedient wife. It sounds pretty good, doesn’t it little man? “But, if I win,” she continued, “I expect you to do the exact same thing. No bitchin’ or moanin’, you are going to do exactly what I say for a week and I am not going to hear a peep of a complaint out of you, got it?”

“Pffft...You think you can beat me at drinkin’?” Harry countered, his male pride called into question, “There ain’t a man I haven’t drank under the table yet, let alone a woman. I don’t care if it’s whiskey or one of these damn health shakes of yours. Listen honey...I love you and I respect you, but what you’re suggesting is just plain crazy.” He looked at her and sneered, a bit of his bravado from his school days coming back. “You don’t stand a chance.”

Hahaha this is going to be great. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Patricia agreed, “I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we, big boy?” Her otherwise lovely features had responded with a smug smile as tension began to melt from her shoulders, leaving her calm and relaxed.

“Okay well you’re on, little missy! Now pass me some of that garden sludge!” he said, grabbing the first 16 oz blue cup with the BOOMfood logo plastered on its side and taking a big drought of it.

His eyes widened.

“Hyyack…! <cough cough!> You actually drink this stuff?” he exclaimed. ‘Garden sludge’ is exactly what he got. It tasted like leaves and dirt mixed with something funny and bitter. Whatever it was, it was gross as hell.

“Oh no dear <giggle> I don’t drink that stuff,” she explained, “My stuff was made specifically for women, while your stuff was specifically made for men. They’re both catered to our very unique biologies…and needs.” At that she casually took her first drink through a straw. “Mine tastes…mmm…like chocolate. What does yours taste like?”

Harry paused barely a second before replying. “Ass. It tastes like ass.”

That nearly made her snort. “Good,” she shot back, “you better get used to it because you're going to be tasting it all week.”

Harry gave her a cold hard stare as he once again struggled to suck down his abomination of a smoothie. She just stared back, her eyes filled with glee at her little joke. It was nice to be able to put her husband into his proper place.

Harry continued to choke down his first cup. His stomach was already beginning to feel a bit uneasy. His wife, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself as she sucked hers down with gusto. In less than a minute she had finished her drink and moved on to the next.

“Come on honey you can’t be giving up this early already? You’re already behind. You have to catch up!” She struggled to hold back a laugh as she sucked down another one. She was mocking him and she was enjoying it. Watching him struggle was just so much fun!

It was for one of them anyway. Harry knew what she was doing. She was egging him on. She was toying with him! Never one to go down without a fight, Harry discarded his straw, popped off the top of the drink container and finished his first drink in one final chug. He then quickly grabbed another, popped off its lid and poured it down his throat before he even had a chance to taste its vile contents.

Patricia clapped happily in response, cheering him on. “There you go hubby! That’s the man I know! Taking them down like a champ!” She removed her straw casually tossing the empty cup into the back of the car, and grabbed the next one. “Way to make me work for it baby!”

This pushed Harry even further. For the next several minutes he managed to keep himself ahead but just barely as he drank cup after cup of the nastiest stuff he had ever tasted.

Patricia was always just behind, watching him carefully. Waiting for him. Waiting for the moment-

“Urrgh-....Aaghh!” Harry stopped, smoothie rolling down his chin as he grasped his stomach in pain.

“Ohh do you have a little tummy ache?” she cooed, in a new baby-doll voice, “Are these ‘girly health drinks’ a bit too much for you?” She put her face right up against his, using her finger to clean up the smoothie on his chin, and put it directly in his mouth. “I told you baby: no spilling. This stuff is precious, you know!” <giggle>

She took another long drag on straw, sucking down more of her current cupful.

“I’m guessing these drinks are somewhere around two hundred dollars all together, and I know how you hate to waste money,” she said, “I mean, we got these for free, but if you don’t finish them, who knows? They might make you pay for the whole thing. And I know you don’t have the money on you to pay for something like that. I know because I have your credit card.”

Harry stared weakly into his wife’s eyes, quietly groaning in pain.

“I think you drank them just a bit too fast..and now all those chemicals are coming home to roost.”

“Che-chemicals?” he moaned. Nobody said nothin' about ‘chemicals’.

“Oh BOOMfood isn’t all just veggies and vitamins. They never claimed to be all-natural anyway. There are plenty of chemicals in there to give the body what it needs…or to take away what it doesn’t. But enough about all that for now. You…Mmmm...” Patricia took a moment to suck up the last of her drink before tossing it in the back with her five others. “You need to finish the rest of your smoothies…” she commented, adding, “And, honey, by the way…you lost.”

Harry’s groan almost turned into a whimper as he found himself almost unable to move. Whatever was wreaking havoc on his stomach, it was doing it something fierce. There was no way he could drink anything else.

“N-noooo”

“Now what did I tell you before? No bitchin’ and no moanin’! Well I guess a bit of moanin’ is okay, but now - a deal’s a deal. You gotta do what I say. So open up, you got just one more to go.”

She took his face in her hand holding his mouth open while the other hand put her straw in his drink and brought it to him. “Now don’t you worry, The last  drink is sweet just like you. It’ll go down nice and smooth, and leave you all nice and happy once you're done. Won’t you like that?”

Harry tried to respond, but before he could Patricia stuck her straw in his mouth.

“Now I want you to give me a nice big SUCK. Mmm…that’s it…just like that. It tastes good doesn’t it?”

It did, It honestly did. Suddenly it tasted amazing. It was hard to describe, but something about it left Harry feeling all warm inside. His stomach problems began to fade away as they were met with this liquid ambrosia he was now greedily sucking down.

“Oooh baby that’s right…just sit there and suck for me….Suck for me! Ahhh!” A change came over Patricia, some change from deep inside. She began to feel hot, really hot. Sweat began to form on her exposed shoulders, and the effect gradually made its way to the swells of her breasts making a furnace deep within her cleavage.

She arched her back toward Harry inadvertently pushing his nose deep into her chest and the sweet intoxicating smell within. “SUCK! SUCK! Suck it all down! Just like a…a…a baby! Just like my baby!”

Patricia watched as Harry slurped the rest of it up causing the straw to start to sputter. He drank it all to the bitter end: just like the good boy he is, or at least he soon will be.

The windows of the car began to fog similar to others in the parking lot as they laid together in heat. Patricia held her husband's face with both hands staring into his eyes, feeling like she could actually watch these amazing chemicals take effect in her husband’s body as she slowly lowered him into her chest. Harry said nothing: he was rendered speechless by the whole ordeal, and he was left to quietly mewl into her chest as she gently stroked the top of his head. They sat there for a few minutes, Patricia quietly cooing as Harry took in the scent of her breasts. It was a quiet serene moment, one Patricia knew they both desperately needed before they took the next step.  After a few minutes of heavy breathing she decided they had recovered enough, and began to get out of the car.

“Get on up Harry, it's time to go inside...”

======to be continued=========