Brownie Craving

Author: slaveboyusa

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Date: 2/19/09

Title: Brownie Craving

Summary: The first chapter of “Brownie Craving”. Greg and George are two brothers living in their parent’s house. Both of their parents are dead, but the house is not paid off yet. George is a chemistry student in college, has no job and does not have enough money to make the house payments. Fortunately, Greg has a plan to get money. Greg is an aspiring chemist like his brother, and has been working on a drug that turns people into obedient slaves.

       George and Greg sat at the breakfast table; both were eating their cereal. The atmosphere was grim. Both were fully aware of the problem they had. A month ago they got a notice that they have 6 months to come up with the $2000 a month for the house payment, or they lose the property. If it was just a house, they would gladly move into a cheaper apartment, but this was there parents house. George and Greg lost their parents a year ago in a plane crash. It was now George’s responsibility to take care of his younger brother and find a way to keep the family home.

       “After my morning class, I am going to start looking for a job. If it pays enough, I will drop out of college and work their full time. I could always become a manager at a fast food restaurant. My financial aid is just not enough for us to live on” said George.

       Greg did not want to hear that. Greg wanted to be a chemist; he had read every chemistry textbook that George has bought for college. Greg looked up to George, if George dropped out of college, it would be a blow to his ego. Greg knew that George was spending much of his financial aid to put food in the house, but that could not last forever.

       “Don’t say that, everything will be fine” said Greg.

       George finished his cereal, put the bowl in the sink, grabbed his backpack and said goodbye to Greg. George was tall and skinny, with incurable acne. He has had acne breakouts all throughout high school, making him very self-conscious. Greg was not sad after that conversation, because he had no reason to be. He just finished his cereal, put the bowl in the sink and went down to the basement where the two brothers had a chemistry lab. Greg had not been to school for a week now, because he was cooking up something good. Today was the day that his labor was going to bear fruit.

30 minutes later

       Lisa Sheilds is a 28-year old marketing executive, works from home and is the next-door neighbor of Greg and George. She just moved into the house 6 months ago and did not know the parents of the kids. In fact, she has never spoken to either of the brothers. She was a career woman and typically only socialized with co-workers. She had shoulder length, curly blonde hair and was 5’ 11” in heels. She was in good shape; thanks to the morning aerobics she did everyday without fail. She liked showing off her body in her business suits, it was power and beauty at the same time. Today she wore a red skirt and jacket ensemble with a white shirt, showing just a hint of cleavage, which was accentuated with a silver cross on a chain.

Lisa was in her living room, having an at home business meeting with her boss, one Sonya Linski. Ms. Linski was 33, born in Moscow and educated in America. She still had something of a husky Russian accent. Ms. Linski was no less attractive than Ms Sheilds, if not more conservative in dress and manner. Sonya has her dark brown hair tied in a professional bun, wore a black business suit with a high neck white blouse. She was a stern woman and rarely showed much emotion in front of co-workers or clients, she saw herself as a force not to be reckon with, and not an ice princess. The two ladies were talking and flipping through the many documents that lay on table between them. The doorbell rang and Ms. Linski told Lisa not to answer it, yet the doorbell kept ringing.

       “I suppose you might as well see who it is, if it is not a family member, get them to leave as soon as you can” said Ms. Linski.

       Lisa answered the door and saw a young boy standing on the porch.

       

“Hello boy, you must be my neighbor, I’m Lisa Sheilds. It’s so nice to meet you. What is your name?” asked Lisa.

       “My name is Greg and I brought you a basket of brownies. It’s nice to meet you, may I come in Ms. Sheilds?” asked Greg.

       “Of course you can, and call me Lisa” said Lisa as she led Greg inside the house.

       “Let’s put those in the kitchen” said Lisa.

       Greg followed behind Lisa. He liked watching her tight buns rub together under the skirt when she walked, it looked like two kittens fighting under a sheet. Lisa looked at Ms. Linski and smiled.

       “This boy is Greg, he is my next door neighbor and he brought me brownies” said Lisa.

       “Hello their Greg. Where did you learn to bake?” asked Ms. Linksi.

       “Don’t be rude, he brought us brownies and we are going to share them with him, aren’t we Greg?” asked Lisa.

       Greg smiled and nodded his head. His plan was going better than he thought; these women were walking right into his trap.

       “We are most certainly not, we are in the middle of a meeting. Not to be rude to Greg, but snack time will come later,” said Ms. Linski.

       “Ms. Sheilds, why doesn’t the lady like my brownies?” asked Greg is a fake sad voice.

       Greg was still young enough to play the hurt and confused child, but old enough to use it to his advantage. Greg did not spend a week working on a mind control drug and pour it onto the store bought brownies, just to be turned away so easily. Greg was not just going to mind control Lisa simply to get her money and pay off their house, he was doing it for George. He was pretty sure that George had never slept with a girl, but if there was a girl he had a hard on for, it was Lisa. George could sometimes spy on Lisa sunbathing in her backyard near her pool, while George was looking through an upstairs window. Greg was not sure what to do with this other lady.

       “I think the lady does not want to eat brownies, because she is afraid her butt will get bigger” said Greg.

       Greg and Lisa laughed pretty hard after that joke, Ms. Linski was not amused.

       “Very well, we will all have one, but then are little guest must go back home” said Ms. Linski.

       The three of them went into the dining room and Greg put the basket on the table. Lisa gave everyone a plastic plate, and then everyone helped themselves to a brownie. Ms. Linski and Lisa started eating theirs, but of course Greg had no intention of eating one. Before Lisa could ask him why he was not eating a brownie, he stood up and enounced that he was going to get milk. Ms. Linski put her brownie down (after swallowing the first bite) and had a look in her eye like she was annoyed. Greg stopped in his tracks. He had to make sure the ladies kept eating the brownies. Greg had an idea. He just saw both of the ladies swallow a bite of the brownie, was it enough for the mind control drug to take effect? Could he use gentle persuasion?

       “Why don’t you ladies eat all of the brownies?” asked Greg as he continued walking into the kitchen.

       Greg went into the kitchen and made himself a glass of milk and drank it. He heard no noise coming from the dining room. He poured himself another glass and drank it. He put the milk away and washed the cup. Greg went back into the dining room after being gone for 5 minutes. He looked at the two ladies and was pleased what he saw.

       Both ladies had gorged themselves on the brownies. Lisa and Ms. Linski had brownie frosting smeared on their face, both were whipping their faces with their hands and licking their fingers. Lisa smacked loudly every time the frosting touched her tongue. Ms. Linski swooned everytime she licked a finger clean. The women were acting like they have never eaten before in their lives. Sure enough, the women made short work of the dozen drug saturated brownies that were in the basket. Now the real fun begins.

       “STOP it you pigs, look at yourselves” yelled Greg.

       Both women looked at each other with guilt-ridden faces and then lowered their heads. The ladies were called pigs, and they felt ashamed. After one bite of a brownie, a suggestion was just a suggestion, but it stayed in the memory nonetheless. Ms. Linski and Lisa just ate about 2 cups each of the mind control drug; they had no free will, completely vulnerable to any suggestion.

       “I want you two to clean your faces, you sluts look disgusting” said Greg.

       The two women pulled napkins out of their purses and started whipping their faces.

       “No no, I want you two to stand facing each other, and lick the frosting of each other’s face” said Greg

       The women were so under the spell of the drug that they were still “guilty because they were pigs” so they moved slowly, with their heads down like naughty school girls.

       “Do it now, don’t make me wait” said Greg has he stood behind Ms. Linski and slapped her ass to emphasize that she should move quickly.

Ms. Linksy inhaled loudly and ran to Lisa. The two women made out like mad lovers, using their tongues to search out any molecule of frosting. Meanwhile, Greg helped himself to the ladies purses.

       He picked up both purses and took a seat on the living room couch. He dumped the contents onto the coffee table. First he opened the wallets and took out the petty cash, about $300 total and put it in his own wallet. He left the credit cards in their holders. He looked at the driver’s licenses. He learned that the other woman’s name was Sonya Linksi. He put the wallets back into the purses and left the makeup and tampons in a pile.

       “Girls, get over here” ordered Greg.

       Both ladies stood side by side, about 8 feet away from Greg. They looked straight ahead, like soldiers awaiting a command, heels together.

       “Not like that you silly bitches, you may kneel in front of me.” said Greg.

       The women kneeled right in front of Greg, wrinkling their designer skirts.

CRACK!!!  CRACK!!

       Greg slapped each of the women across the cheek. Greg really enjoyed it, not because he was wanted to cause them physical harm, but by the looks on their faces. He noticed that the conservatively dressed one looked more surprised, she must be used to giving shit, not receiving it. The drug made its desired psychological effect, but sometimes-unexpected facial expressions still occurred like a knee jerk reaction. Both of the women looked surprised and had a red right cheek.

       “You whores will thank me when I allow you to do something. When I say ‘you may do that… or I will allow you to do this’… you will thank me. Do you sluts understand?” asked Greg?

       “Yes, we understand that we are whores that will thank you when you say ‘you may do that…or I will allow you to do this, we are to thank you, because we are sluts” said both of the women in unison.

       Greg was surprised. The ladies recited exactly what he just said. Were they too obedient? Did they eat too much of the drug (which he decided to call “the mix” for now on). Oh well, got bigger things to worry about now.

       “Take off all of your jewelry and put it in the purse” ordered Greg.

       Without any hesitation, both women discarded their priceless jewelry and dropped it into the purse that Greg was pointing at. Two sets of earings, two necklaces, a gold bracelet, two rings and a gold pin with a sapphire from Ms. Linski’s hair. Sonya’s hair unfurled around her shoulders, making her look more casual, and younger. Greg was going to pawn the jewelry when he needed more cash.

       “Ok ladies, snack time is over. We got work to do. You two sluts may take Lisa’s 40” Plasma TV and the surround speakers and put it in my living room” said Greg.

       “Thank you Greg, we will do it” said both ladies in unison.

       Greg kicked back on the couch and watched the women disconnect the TV from the cable and unplug it from the outlet. He smiled as he watched the two ladies struggle with its unwieldy size and the fact they were both wearing high heels. Greg lead them to his house and ordered the ladies to remove the old, boxy 19” TV that was in his living room and connect the 40” TV where the old one was. The women went back to Lisa’s house to retrieve the surround sound speakers and connect those. Greg put the 19” in his room and connected it to his VCR (they were broke, what do you expect). Greg came downstairs and turned on his new Plasma TV. It worked and the picture came in beautifully. Greg thought his living room was missing something, an X-BOX 360 and a crap load of games. Good thing he noticed all those shiny credit cards.

       The women stood still in the living room, their task was done.

       “Here is the plan my sluts. Lisa will stay here and clean the house. The whole house: do the laundry, the dishes, scrub the wooden floors, take the food out of the refrigerator and clean the shelves, vacuum the bedrooms and clean the windows both inside and out. Sonya, you will drive me to Super Store (the large retail store in town). We will buy an X-BOX 360, some games and whatever else I feel like buying with your money” said Greg.

       Lisa started to walk toward the laundry room, to do the laundry, most likely since that was the first chore in the order they were given to her.

       “Not so fast, wait her. You bitches are getting new uniforms” said Greg.

       The women waited as they were told. Greg went to his room and came with a pair of gym shorts and a gym shirt (his gym clothes from school).

       “Lisa, you may take off your clothes and put these on, it will be easier to clean in these. I will buy Sonya a new costume while we are out.” said Greg.

       “Thank you Greg, I will take off my clothes and put on those clothes” said Lisa.

       Lisa took off her red jacket, the white blouse, white bra, skirt, panties and panty hose. Lisa had firm breasts, like a melon. It’s not that Greg did not appreciate Lisa’s sexy body, it was that he only meant for her to take off her blouse, jacket and skirt, not the underwear too. He has seen the other girls in his gym class wear gym shirts, but always with a bra. Now he was going to see what a gym shirt looked like on a woman without a bra.

       Lisa put her head through the top opening of the shirt; the collar of the shirt hugged her neck snuggly. Then she wiggled each arm through the appropriate holes, her shoulders were a little broader than Greg’s, so the fabric near the shoulders tore a little to accommodate her larger size. Lisa pulled the shirt down, it got extra tight around her tits and the shirt hanged about 6 inches above her waist. The shirt hanged from her tightly bound breast, making it easy for anyone who wanted to reach under the shirt and get a handful of breasts. Then came the shorts. Lisa stepped into the blue shorts, they got real tight at about mid-thigh. She had to really pull on them to pull them over her round butt, pulling the fabric tight and giving her a camel toe. It was a tight fit, but the woman did it without a word of complaint (not that she could anyways).

Greg handed Sonya her purse and he picked up the purse with the jewelry. Greg and Sonya left for Super Store in Sonya’s BMW, while Sonya was left to clean. First, they bought an X-BOX 360, 10 games for it, a Blu-ray player and several movies and TV shows. It just so happened to be a week after Halloween and all the costumes were on sale. A French maid costumes with skirt, blouse, hat and tights was on sale for $15, Greg bought it. The total purchase was over $2,000. Greg had Sonya pay for it with her debit card. Greg made Sonya push the cart back to the car and load the purchase into the trunk, it was fun making her work. Greg got a thrill out of spending that money and wanted more. Greg and Sonya went to a pawnshop to sell the jewelry, then they went to a steak house for lunch.

Back at the house.

Lisa was still cleaning the house, doing the chores in the order they were given to her. She did them so well, that she interpreted her order to clean the house to mean clean the basement as well. Sonya was happy to find an extra basket of brownies on a table in the basement; she picked up the basket and took them upstairs to eat. Right after she got back to the living room, the doorbell rang and Lisa answered it and simply stared back at the person standing on the porch.

“Hello, who might you be?” asked the woman on the porch.

       “I’m a pig, a slut and a bitch. The plan is for me to: do the laundry, the dishes, scrub the wooden floors, take the food out of the refrigerator and clean the shelves, vacuum the bedrooms and clean the windows both inside and out.” Said Lisa, the lady looked confused.

       “I don’t like your language, and I don’t like that the guys hired a maid, where did they get the money for you? May I come in and wait for them?” asked the lady.

       

“yes, you may come in and wait for them” said Lisa, stepping back and letting the other woman step inside.

       “my my, you are so polite. And did you say you are the maid?” asked the woman.

       “No, I am not the maid, I just clean” said Lisa.

       “May I say, you dress like something of a bimbo. As George’s girlfriend, you might want to show some modesty, even if you are indoors.” Said the lady.

       “Thank you, you may say that, I am also a pig, a slut and a bitch” said Lisa.

       “You’re a funny one. My name is Michelle; I am the real estate agent of this house. The two boys who live here, George and Greg are close to defaulting on their house payments and if they want to keep it they need to come up with the money, or my company will repossess it.” Said Michelle, looking disapprovingly at the big screen TV.

       “Do you live here, do you pay rent? Asked Michelle.

       “I do not” said Lisa.

       “This is getting me no where. I am going to give you my business card, you tell George to call me when he gets home. May I have that basket of brownies you’re holding? I’m on my way to a baby shower and I need snacks” said Michelle as she put her card in Lisa’s generous cleavage.

       “Thank you, you may take the basket” said Lisa

       Michelle said goodbye to Lisa, took the basket and let herself out. Michelle was on her way to a baby shower and she did not want to show up empty handed. She did not have time to pick something up and she was sure her and her girlfriends would like the brownies.

       Greg and Sonya came home shortly after Michelle left. Greg and Sonya came in carrying the bags of merchandise. Greg got to work hooking up the X-BOX 360 and blu-ray player to the TV.

       “So Lisa, did you do your chores?” asked Greg.

       “Yes I did” said Lisa.

       “Did anything happen, while I was out?” asked Greg.

       “Yes, a lady named Michelle came over. She said that she is your real estate agent and that your nearing defaulting your payment. She took my brownies and gave me her card” said Lisa.

       “I hate that bitch….did you say brownies? What brownies?” asked Greg.

       “The brownies that were in the basement, I was going to eat them, but then Michelle took them, but I wa….” Said Lisa, but Greg stopped her before she could finish.

       

       “You let her take the brownies? Why did you do that?” asked Greg.

       

       “Because she said, ‘may I take the basket…’, so I let her” said Lisa.

       “Did she eat them here?” asked Greg.

       “No, she took them with her to a baby shower” said Lisa.

       Greg kept working on putting the entertainment center together. If Michelle took those brownies to a baby shower that means that several women would be eating those brownies. He remembered how greedily Lisa and Sonya ate those brownies this morning. Once someone ate a special brownie, did they forever crave it?

       “Lisa, did you like the brownies from this morning?” asked Greg.

       “Yes, ever since I ate those brownies this morning, I have been craving nothing but brownies. I wish someone would give me one” said Lisa.

       It made sense to Greg. His special ingredient in the brownies turned people into obedient zombies, but he never considered the effects it would have on the victim. Did the ‘brownies’ fill the consumer with such a strong desire for another brownie, that all free-will was surrendered, just to get another brownie?

       “Sonya, would you do anything for another brownie, like the one you had this morning?” asked Greg.

       “Yes, I would do anything for another one” said Sonya.

       Greg realized that at a baby shower somewhere, there was going to be a bunch of women, who want brownies real bad. Once Michelle and her friends ate the brownies, would they come back to his house looking for more brownies?

To be continued….