"OK, what's wrong, Griff?" Manny asked on his cellphone.
"It's Kim," Griffin said. "Remember that hot girl we saw at that nude beauty contest several weeks ago?"
"Yeah, I remember, vaguely," Manny said, playing dumb. "What's up?"
"She went missing," Griff said. "The very night of the day we met her. Like all those missing girls we're hearing about on the news these days. I'm really worried about her."
"Why? You don't know her at all, except physically-I mean, minus a fuck, of course. Why should you care? She's just pussy."
"Manny, I'm not like you. Just 'cause I'm turned on by a girl doesn't mean I can't see she's a human being, too."
"You're such a fuckin' virgin, Griff. Hand-fucking, I mean."
"I am not! I've been with a few girls."
"Liar."
"Oh, fuck you, Manny! I care about her. You don't care about anybody but yourself."
"She doesn't care about you, you naive fool. She only cares about your money. That's the only reason she was nice to you."
"There was more to our relationship than that."
"'Relationship': for fuck sakes," Manny coughed laughs into his phone.
"You weren't in the VIP room with her, Manny."
Oh, yes I was, Manny thought. Ain't tellin', though.
"When I was with her in there, she let me finger her till she came. Let me put my fingers inside her, even after she told me we weren't allowed to do that. She wasn't faking when she came, either. I licked her come off my hands. Really."
"Sure you did."
"Asshole! She likes me," Griff protested.
"In your dreams," Manny said.
"You don't wanna believe me? Fine. But I wanna find her. She seems to have a troubled life. Her parents are real shits."
Manny yawned into his cellphone.
"She seemed like such a goddess when I first met her: so cool and confident with her body. But when I met her parents, I got the feeling they abused her, maybe even raped her."
How is all this my problem? Manny thought. I've got a business to run. I don't have time for all this drama.
"She must have a lot of pain inside her," Griff said. "She isn't the goddess I thought she was. She's human, like the rest of us."
Wow, Manny thought. My simple-minded brother figured that out all by himself. "So, what do you want me to do about it, Romeo?"
"You haven't seen her anywhere, have you?"
"Of course not," Manny lied. "Why would I have?"
"I don't know. Maybe you were thinking of selling her your Youth Cream, so she'd stay young forever."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I don't need a hot model for my whole life, Manny. A girl doesn't have to be a beauty queen for me. She just has to have a good heart."
"Aww, you're so sweet and sensitive. University political correctness has programmed you well."
"Look, if you ever see her, tell me, OK?" Griff growled. "Bye!" He hung up his cellphone and stormed out of his (and his parents') house. Manny's such an asshole, he thought as we walked about his neighbourhood to cool off.
Manny put his cellphone in his pocket and walked towards Kim's room, where he could hear her moaning.
Should I involve Griff in my business? he wondered. He wouldn't approve of my girl-snatching, but he sure wants my Commodity. Maybe if I get him to agree to keep his mouth shut about my business, I'll give her to him in return. Then again, he needs a job, and I can give him one in addition to her. With that useless English literature degree of his, he can't just live at home with Mom and Dad for the rest of his life.
When Manny reached the door to Kim's room, he noticed that her moans seemed violent, as if she'd hurt herself. He swung open the door and saw her, naked as usual, lying on the floor...with blood all over her left foot.
"What the hell did you do?" he said, rushing over. He saw a smear of blood on the wall by her bleeding toes. "She must have kicked the wall. In her stoned state, she was out of control. But the pain has woken her up a bit. Fuck! Now she's out of MY control." He got a small jar of Cream from out of his jacket pocket, took off the lid, and dipped two fingers in it. "It's a good thing Cream heals wounds quickly, too. So many surprise side-effects in my invention." He grabbed her foot. "Convenient."
She shook her leg, trying to free her foot from his grasp. "Get me...out of here," she said with the articulation of a drunken woman, for she was still a little woozy from Cream's intoxicating effects. "I want out. Bastard! Let me go! Griff!"
With effort, he managed to hold her foot still enough to wipe some Cream on her toes, where the cut was. She immediately began to grow more and more docile, high, and a little horny. Her movements were slowing down. "Good," he said, wiping more on her foot. "That's it."
"Griff...Griff," she moaned, her head moving in circles and her eyes half shut. "Griff...save me."
"So, you like my brother, eh?" Manny said with a smirk. "I can't have you rebelling like this all the time now, can I? That's potentially dangerous for my business. Maybe I need a new-"
Suddenly, he felt a nearby broomstick fall on his head.
"Ow!" He rubbed his head, noting that the broomstick had been lying against the wall just behind him. "Things keep hitting me on the head whenever I'm with you." Could there be other side-effects in Cream I don't know about? he wondered as he started rubbing Cream on her legs. No, that couldn't be. Telekinesis? My Cream causing that? Ridiculous.
He dipped his fingers in more Cream and started getting it on her belly and breasts. Her nipples were pointy, and she was grinning and breathing more heavily. Her injury had already perfectly healed. She was back in his control.
"Still, I'd better get a new demo," he said, turning her over and rubbing Cream on her ass, anus, and pussy. He slid a Cream-soaked finger up her cunt, massaging her wet walls and going all the way in. He spread more on her swollen labia and hard clitoris, making her squeal, sigh, and squirm all over the floor.
Then he got some more Cream on his index finger and rubbed it against her anus-lips, coaxing the hole open and sliding his finger inside her rectum, inch by inch. Soon his finger was all the way in, smearing Cream all over her anal walls. The tingling on her rectal and vaginal walls was bringing her close to orgasm.
"Griff...Griff," she sighed, "Make love...to me, Griff. Oh!"
"You like that, eh, baby?" Manny grunted, getting hot himself from the effects of the Cream on his fingers and from her body.
"Yeah...Ah!" she screamed, then came. "Oh..." Her cream mixed with his Cream.
"That felt good, didn't it?" he said, then he thought: If Griffin has her, she should be safe, since she obviously likes him. I'll give him free Cream even if he doesn't wanna join my business. He'll have the woman of his dreams, and she'll be out of my hands. No more worrying about resistance from her. I guess he wasn't lying about her on the phone after all. Anyway, if I can get rid of her, then I can get another girl, one who doesn't know me at all, who can't identify me, and everything should be OK. I'll give Griff another call after I give her a shower with my Creamy soap and shampoo.
