"Damn it, this is supposed to be a legitimate business, not some Willie Wonka fantasy!" Angel then tore the four page report in half and tossed it to the side. "Now then, I suggest that you make yourself useful and scrub all the toilets in this facility or find another job." Angel then stormed up out of her chair and past the devastated manager to make a round of her business.
It had been two years since Angel had realized her childhood dream of owning a chocolate factory. She had realized this dream by investing heavily in one of the many companies her father had owned, which turned out very successful. She then sold the stock she owned in that company and invested heavily in a struggling chocolate factory until she was the majority stock owner. Since then, she had turned the company into a thriving plant that distributed high quality chocolate across the United States.
Angel pushed her way past the dark oak doors and into a small group of the daily brownnosing ass kissers that she grudgingly called a management team. Angel would occasionally have fun by either firing one of them or trick them into saying something that they would immediately regret later. She tuned out the usual statements of "I love the way your hair shines" and "I love your tan looks." Occasionally, she would get "Miss Angel, as a member of this company for the two years you have been directing, I have to say I just love they way you have turned this company around." Each remark made the temptation of throwing herself from the fifth story catwalk into a giant boiling vat of chocolate all that much more tempting.
Angel looked down at the endless sea of chocolate that she had built from the ground up. There were twelve giant white tanks that each held one of four different types of chocolate. The first three tanks held your typical normal chocolate. The next three held the dark chocolate that had made her business famous. The next three tanks held the white chocolate that she would bring home to her family during the Christmas seasons. And then she came to the three tanks that her personal favorite, milk chocolate.
Before touring the packaging part of the plant, she performed the usual ritual of dismissing the gang of brownnosers back to work. She thought back to all of the managers that she had promoted simply because they stayed at work instead of following her around showering her with half assed compliments. After they had all left, she pushed the latch to make her way through the packaging facility. She watched intently as the workers there inspected the chocolate and wrapped it in the tin foil that the public would clamor for.
Angel however paid special attention to the screening process that would separate the good chocolates from the bad ones. Any misshapen piece would be picked out, unwrapped, and tossed onto a conveyer belt. She couldn't help but sway her hips just a little as each piece found its way into the recycling process. At the end of each day, she knew that the unused chocolate would make its way into the final part of the plant, the recycling process. She usually stayed and watched the belt until she couldn't suppress the small whimpering moans from escaping her closed lips. Then she would quickly make her way into the actual recycling plant itself.
Unlike the other two facilities, the recycling plant was dimly lit and was made up of several small tubs that contained the useless chocolate. She looked down at the small cluster of workers here constantly checking and filling the tubs, which were each just about the size of a large bath tub. The white coats would then place small signs on the tubs which would tell whether or not the chocolate would be fit to be molded again.
She stared deeply into a random tub of milk chocolate and silently purred. She could see herself tentatively lowering her body into the warm embrace of the sweet thick liquid. To feel the sticky addictive substance slowly fill her inside and out and to have the feeling of completely losing control to pure animal instincts.
Despite her excitement, Angel would calmly remind herself that closing time was only a few minutes away. After all, a good boss is always the last to leave.
As Angel made her way to her office, she looked down from the catwalk to see her employees gathering their belongings to head home. She looked out of a large window facing the horizon to see the sunset blare its final cry to her part of the world. Five o'clock had set in, and it would only be a matter of time until the final person would leave the boss all alone. She watched as the door watchman had stepped outside and locked the glass doors behind him. Angel breathed a sigh of relief and set her paperwork aside.
Angel casually strolled out of her office and into the factory itself once again. She kicked off her heels and carried them hurriedly down the catwalk to the recycling plant. She pushed the steel doors open and made her way past the packaging plant. She opened another set of steel doors which led to a stretch of catwalk and eventually an elevator. Her nipples jetted excitedly against her executive jacket, which in turn hid a white professional blouse and a black lace bra.
She hurried to the elevator door and jammed the button several times until a small ding opened the steel doors. She hurried inside and hurriedly pressed the ground floor button. When the door finally closed, she pressed herself back against the wall of the small compartment. She unbuttoned the professional slacks that she normally wore around the factory. By the time she reached the fourth floor, she was already twisting her panties aside with her right index finger while her left hand was fumbling for the jacket buttons that confined her breasts to a polyester prison. Her only witness was a de-activated security camera within the elevator and a tiny bat that had its gaze fixed on the heavily aroused boss.
A small bell rang to open the elevator on the ground floor. She couldn't escape from the confinement fast enough. She bolted towards a nearby tub of milk chocolate, which was marked as "fit for human consumption." She paused only for a moment to purr at the thought of the chocolate swallowing her alive as if it were some living bottomless pit.
Angel then snapped out of her hurried impatience. She untied her hair and let it flow over her ears. She then ran her fingers through her cherry red hair several times to give it a volume which could only sing in chorus with her arousal. She raised her head up as if she was looking ahead, only to lower her eyes to her chocolate lover. She quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and paused to let her cleavage peek over the top. She purred at the liquid chocolate before unbuttoning the rest of the blouse. She then reached down to her slacks and unzipped them too. Angel then smiled and dropped the slacks around her ankles, now only clothed in a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties which were embarrassingly pulled to one side.
She stepped out of the slacks and kicked them over to the untidy pile of professional clothes. She placed a hand on the rim of the tub and tentatively traced a random pattern on the chocolate surface and purred "if you want more, you'll have to earn it."
Angel closed her eyes and purred in ecstasy as she felt her strength being drained from the chocolate's touch. Her whole body soon shivered in jealousy of her right leg's submersion. She appeased her body's jealousy by placing her left leg down next to her right leg. She bent down and checked a small gauge which read a temperature of 97 degrees. Angel purred appreciatively and imagined that it would be the typical hot tub temperature.
Angel then placed her hands on either side of the tub and let her feet slide down to the opposite end. Angel closed her eyes once again and purred as her upper body was swallowed more and more by the milk chocolate. Her hands rose up to grip the sides of the tub as the chocolate gripped the undersides of her breasts. Then, out of the reflex of the hot chocolate enveloping her hardened nipples, she pulled herself deeper until her feet hit the opposite end of the tub. The chocolate had then submerged her shoulders in its sticky embrace. Angel's hair was resting on the surface of the chocolate and the back of her head was resting on the back of the tub.
"Mmnn, that chocolate looks wonderful."
"I know, it's like being surrounded by pure ecstasy and..."
Angel jumped out of her fantasy and looked around with sudden alarm. She gripped the side of the tub once again and brought her head back up to examine the dimly lit facility. Whosever's voice that was had a low, sultry husk with a feminine touch to it. She snapped herself out of her state of arousal and began to stand up.
