Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... Vicki's lines. And besides, Michelle was kinder, gentler, and hotter than Hank. And she had Milk. She prioritized the girls over the customers, and always organized their schedules around Milk flow and breaks to pump. Under her care, productivity was up now that the cows were happy, horny, and healthy. They had enough supply to start exporting Milk to most major cities in America, and they hoped soon each city would see a need for a Farm to control their budding cow population.

In short, Michelle's life was good. She had more autonomy than she thought she would thanks to Eloise. In the early months, Vicki was always trying to convince Michelle that life would be better in the Barn, but Eloise would never permit that. Michelle had her own income and bank account. She could leave whenever she wanted to or stay as long as she desired and kept the Wasserman's happy. And it wasn't like Vicki was complaining about Michelle as a cow handler or as a maid. She loved Michelle's cooking almost as much as she loved having something to take her anger out on when she came home.

But there was still pressure to perform. Michelle still made mistakes. She was still a stupid cow that needed to be controlled. Like coffee. Eloise liked it at precise times and temperatures. Michelle couldn't make it early or late — hence all the alarms. It took her a few weeks to get used to the impressive and expensive espresso machine the Wasserman's had, but she had come to appreciate the stronger and ...

... finer taste — even if she drowned her own coffee in Milk.

Michelle worked the expensive and needlessly complicated espresso machine cautiously. Eloise had frequently accused her of burning and scalding the espresso, though she couldn't imagine how that was possible. She prepared four shots — two for Eloise and two for herself — and waited outside the door to Eloise's office. She pressed a button that would turn on a light on the other side, letting Eloise know that Michelle was waiting and ready for her. Silent lights were Eloise's preference to communicate with her maids so that there was no possibility of her being interrupted while she worked. It was bad enough that she was working so much from home — her fellow executives were starting to spread rumors that she was in seclusion due to being pregnant. Eloise wasn't going to worry about the rumors, but she wanted to maintain professionalism. As best as possible, she wanted everyone who interacted with her to feel she was still in her corner office and on the way to being CEO in the next ten years. And maintaining that illusion was Michelle's job.

The light on Michelle's side turned green, and she twisted the doorknob slowly and silently, letting herself in. Eloise was sitting at her desk that had three different monitors and a pro webcam set up (including a ring-light) as Michelle stood in front of the open door. The cow silently kicked off her shoes and stepped into the carpeted apartment, moving slowly but making sure ...