Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm - Sex Stories

Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm

... resistance in her investigation.

Mike pulled out a gold package from his pocket. “Take this after dinner tonight and come back tomorrow.”

“What is it?” she asked, taking it, and inspecting the gold foil.

“Oh it’s nothing. We have a lot of dust and some chemicals here in the farm and this will just help your body tolerate it better.” Flea, the cowboy, was looking at her grinning.

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable taking this,” Rachel said, holding the gold wrapper out like it was poisonous.

Mike smiled. “You have to take it to work here.” He pointed at Flea. “I take it, Flea takes it. It’s no big deal.” He closed her fingers around the wrapper. “Just take it and come back here tomorrow morning. It will all make sense.” Rachel wondered if her cousin, Tiffany, had taken the pill when she worked here. She had to find out what happened. She stuffed the pill into her purse and Mike and Flea sighed in relief.

“Great,” Mike said. “We’ll see you tomorrow!” Rachel finished her dinner alone in her tiny apartment and stared at her purse. Should I take it? She pulled the gold wrapper from her purse and opened it. A giant pill fell out onto her lap.

I can’t. I don’t trust this place. She went into her bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.

The next morning Rachel took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked in the front door of Hucow Fun Farm to start her first day. Flea looked up from behind the reception desk and smiled. “Hi Rachel,” he said, waving her ...

... in.

Rachel took off her jacket and Flea’s eyes darted to her chest. His smile faded into a scowl. He looked back up to her eyes. “You didn’t take the gold pill?” he asked. How did he know that?

“Uh yes…I did,” Rachel stammered, caught off guard.

Flea rubbed his chin and grunted. “Wait here.” He disappeared into the back. Rachel glanced from her coat in her arms to the front door.

Should I leave? She didn’t have a good feeling about this place but she had to know what happened to her cousin Tiffany. She stood in place and waited.

The manager Mike came bursting through the doors followed by the cowboy hat wearing Flea. Mike glanced at her breasts and exhaled, looking frustrated. “Flea tells me that you didn’t take your pill?”

Rachel shook her head. “No. I did,” she lied.

Mike raised his eyebrows. “Look you can’t go into the barn without taking your pill. It’s a liability thing,” he said, pulling a gold wrapper from his pocket. “It’s for your own safety.” He extended his hand with the wrapper in it. “Take this one. In front of us.” Rachel glanced at the wrapper in his hand and her breathing started to speed up. She had no choice if she wanted to find out what happened to her cousin.

Fuck it. She took the wrapper from him, ripped it up and swallowed the large pill inside.

“Great!” Mike said, visibly relieved. Flea was smiling behind him.

“Welcome to Hucow Fun Farm!” Mike said. “Come, I’ll give you the tour.” They walked out of the reception building and ...