Subliminalbo

Boneless Bitez w/ Dr. Pepper barbecue sauce

Cheesy Bacon Tater Bombs

Curly Friez w/ cheese sauce

MTGo! Soft Pretzel

20 oz Diet Coke

The Chicken

Sheetz has a lot of different chicken dipper options on their menu, including chicken nuggets, chicken strips, and boneless chicken wings. Purists make a lot of noise about bone-in wings. "You don't like buffalo wings, you like chicken nuggets," they say. Well, yeah, I don't like food that's like 40% inedible, sorry. I've always thought of boneless wings as being like a premium chicken nugget. I would say that I prefer chicken strips, but I think the quality of strips vary dramatically from restaurant to restaurant while boneless wings are roughly the same idea everywhere, so they're my preference at Sheetz.

Of course the sauce is the most important element here, which I'll get into a bit later. The chicken is just gas station chicken without it.

6 mozzarella stickz out of 10

The Taterz

I reviewed these last time, they're a staple of my Sheetz order and my thoughts have not changed.

I don't have a lot of notes for the cheesy bacon tater bombs. They seem like they should be as crispy as the mini hashbrowns or mac n' cheese bites but instead they exist in this mushy place between a solid and a liquid, like Sheetz discovered a new state of matter. They're always flavorful and stand out to me among the rest of the Appz and Sidez menu.

7 mozzarella stickz out of 10

The Friez

Curly fries are hard to mess up, but somehow a lot of places manage. Sheetz doesn't, they're pretty good! I ordered mine with a side of cheese sauce and dribbled some ketchup over them. Good shit.

7 mozzarella stickz out of 10

The Pretzel

Sheetz has their own made-to-order soft pretzels but they stiffed me the last time I ordered one so I didn't get one this time. Instead, I impulse bought one of their "Made-To-Go" pretzels when I picked up my order. These are pre-packaged pretzel twists that Sheetz never has so I was excited to see them by the register.

It was fine. I ate mine out of the package and it probably would have been better heated up with some honey mustard on the side.

5 mozzarella stickz out of 10

The Coke

It's just a bottle of Diet Coke. I really wanted to take this time to comment on how gross Coke Zero is and I think it's really weird that it's become like, the Bud Light of pops. People say it tastes just like Coke which, no, it doesn't. But also I don't really need diet pop to taste like sugary pop? I just need it to be carbonated and not taste like sparkling water lmao

8 mozzarella stickz out of 10

The SAUCE

I don't like Dr. Pepper. I have never liked Dr. Pepper. The one positive to Dr. Pepper is that its diet brand does taste remarkably like the regular stuff, which is great for people who like pop that tastes like hot dog water.

But Dr. Pepper barbecue sauce?

I don't know how to explain it. I got it once for the novelty and then realized oh no, this is what Dr. Pepper was supposed to be. It's not hot dog water, it's just barbecue sauce in a can. There is a glitch in the Matrix, you weirdos have been drinking barbecue sauce this whole time.

Dr. Pepper barbecue sauce has a honey barbecue base with a strong flavor of Dr. Pepper that hits you immediately. It's also surprisingly spicy, though I thought it was missing some of its kick this time around. It truly is a marvel of modern science, the kind of flavor that you will never find anywhere else. Search Amazon for "Dr. Pepper barbecue sauce" and you might find results for Stubbs or some other brand, but nothing can ever match the tangy perfection that Sheetz has crafted in but a single cup of brownish red gold.

45 mozzarella stickz out of 10

Wait! Before you read this neat post, you should read the actual story first. Then reblog and stuff maybe idk thank you.

Commentary

A while back I wrote about the weird nesting doll situation that my writing process often spirals into. What's funny about that post, other than the fact that I haven't finished any of the stories I was talking about nine months ago, is that I left one idea out. Tabbie at Futurum has been on the backburner longer than most of the stories referenced in that post.

In fact, An Alpha Interview #2: Tabbie, which I published a year ago last week, started as a Futurum story. The issue was that I had a sudden inspiration to explore Tabbie's background through Dr. Fielding, and I didn't know which idea I wanted to write first, so I started writing them in tandem. Eventually, the Alpha Interview idea emerged as the more interesting concept and I put Futurum aside with the intention of coming back to it after it had some more time to develop in my head.

For most of its life, the Futurum concept played out the same way. Tabbie speaks to the audience about her experience working for the company before we discover that she's telling her story moments before her own brainwashing in a Futurum lab. The blueprint never changed, but Tabbie's attitude did. One version has Tabbie eagerly getting captured and pretending to fight even as she helps a brainwashed Corbin strap herself into the brainwashing chair. In another version, Tabbie is so indignant about Futurum's boring applications for mind that she's mortified when she discovers that the company is using Madison Wells' old mind control tech from the Alphas basement. Sometimes Tabbie's Alpha experience makes her immune to the brainwashing, other times she succumbs to the brainwashing and her voice changes to match her new life as a cold, Futurum drone.

The point is that I spent the last two years trying to find the perfect angle for this story. Ultimately, the blueprint did change. The original concept was always framed with Tabbie in the chair because it was meant to be a quick, throwaway story. The details of Tabbie's work life at Futurum aren't as important as the outcome. That was the attitude that I had when I started writing this version of the story, but I quickly discovered that I had a lot more to say about life at a mind control office.

I have a handful of story ideas that lately I've been calling my "trouble stories." These are mostly written, half-written, or just extremely brainstormed. It's not a bad problem to have so many ideas half-baked, because it means that I already have something to work with whenever I get the urge to write. Still, it's always super satisfying to finish something that has hung over me for so long. Maybe with this chapter closed, I can finally make some headway in that Alphas rewrite.

Quick Hits #35: Free Will, In This Economy?

Okay, so my time at the Gilead Hotel wasn’t just research. 

Like, I might’ve been more interested in that place if I knew that they were brainwashing girls to fuck for money there. Obviously I’d know that crooked cops were behind the operation. Maybe I even let them catch me. Maybe I wanted to be locked up for hours in their interrogation room, hands cuffed behind my back while they turned my brain to mush with their whole Good Cop/Dom Cop routine.

So, yeah. I know when you see me now, naked and on my knees in a Futurum office with my new boss’ cock down my throat, you’re probably thinking, “This bimbo Tabbie just couldn’t resist joining the mind control company,” right? 

Wrong!! This job sucks.

You’d think an office where everybody’s a mindless drone would be my dream job, but the people here are so boring. I’ve been here three weeks and no one’s even tried to fuck me! They just stay in their cubes typing away at their secret projects. No T&A on the copier, no breakroom blowjobs, no sex in the stairwell.

When I introduced myself to my neighbor in the next cube over, he didn’t look away from the screen. I was wearing the tightest little dress on the floor, but he was more interested in his computer!

I said, “Hiya! I’m Tabbie!” Bouncing on my heels as I spoke, once to be seen by him behind the wall, two more times because I liked how it made my tits jiggle.

He replied, “Private designations are discouraged in workplace settings. My Associate Designation is No. 122.”

“Oh,” I said. “Can I call you Gary?”

“That is not advisable,” Gary said.

“Do I get a number too?” I asked.

“All new associates are designated a number during onboarding,” My neighbor on the other side of me said. She was a gorgeous redhead who tried to hide a massive pair of tits beneath a fleece turtleneck. She seemed to share Gary’s passion for talking to computer screens. “My Associate Designation is No. 500.”

“You look like a Josie,” I said. “Have you seen a girl named Corbin around here?”

“If you know the individual’s Associate Designation you may submit a query to the Office of Associate Relations during your scheduled lunch time,” Josie replied.

“You’d know her if you’d seen her,” I said. “Sexy Latina, great eyebrows, incredible taste…”

“Please refrain from further conversation with this associate,” Gary said.

“I have reached my hourly-allotted non-productive conversational capacity,” Josie replied. “If you wish, you may reapproach this topic in twenty-nine minutes.”

I completed onboarding at my desk. The first three modules covered boring stuff like my benefit options, so I skipped to the good one. When I opened the fourth module, I was hit by a blast of light and pulsating colors that made me feel tingly all over. A sexy monotone voice spoke softly through my headphones.

“Bravo. Bandwidth. Sea foam. Carpetbagger. Waiting room. Downtown. Colossus. Mitigate. Theta.” After a brief pause, the voice said, “Repeat your sequence.”

Listen, I’m not perfect. When a mindless whore sees some pretty spirals on her work computer, she can’t resist falling under. My mind was empty by the time the voice commanded me, the sequence absorbed into my brain.

I said, “Bravo. Bandwidth. Sea foam. Carpetbagger. Waiting room. Downtown. Colossus. Mitigate. Theta.” 

The brainwashing might have been effective on Gary and Josie, but for a cute little freak like me it was just a fun morning distraction from work. I broke free of the conditioning by lunch and after rubbing one out real quick in the bathroom, I turned my attention to my actual job.

When I saw Corbin outside my window at the Gilead, I thought she’d come to rescue me. Of course I had a john with me at the time, but he was nice enough to fuck me by the window so that I could watch the whole thing: Corbin walked casually up to one of the rooms. A woman in a towel appeared when she knocked on the door, and the woman invited her inside. That was interesting to me, because I was not in that room. 

Corbin’s vibe was different when she left the room. She marched like a zombie out the door, her face was blank, a look I’ve seen a hundred times in the mirror. As she followed the stranger across the parking lot, I caught a quick flash of something on Corbin’s forehead. Some kind of device? 

She climbed into the woman’s car, and they disappeared down the road.

As much as I hated to leave my research unfinished, I had a duty to rescue Corbin or, in failing to do that, join her in sexy submission. The johns weren’t going anywhere.

Futurum’s the only place in Romero where a person can get their hands on something like a mind control chip, so it felt like a good place to start. Unfortunately, I didn’t have to suck any cocks to get a job there, I already knew some people at Carpenter State who were eager to get me into an internship. My plan was to move quickly through the company. This is a secretive place, so I needed as much access as possible to find Corbin.

I didn’t expect work at Futurum to be easy, but I fell behind Gary and Josie quickly. Their eyes fixed to their screens, their fingers click-clacking across their keyboards. Inhuman speed, impossible processing time, no errors. It was a slavish devotion that I’d only seen in the Alphas house, but it was all wasted on work!

The mystery was how Futurum was making people into perfect worker drones. I’d already seen their little onboarding light show, but that wasn’t enough to turn a person into a robot! There had to be something I was missing, a second level to the brainwashing.

After a few weeks, I was exhausted, fed up, even ready to quit, when the breakthrough happened. 

It was a look on Josie’s face. A small, nigh imperceptible twitch. Understand, my coworkers are automotons. Any emotion at all is a significant deviation worthy of additional study, but this wasn’t any ordinary facial twitch. It meant that...Josie’s a fucking slut, just like me!

The orgasm was so intensely concentrated that it only registered on the outline of a single muscle beneath Josie’s eye. That it occurred at the same moment that Josie completed a column on her spreadsheet was enough for me to begin formulating a hypothesis.

If sexual stimulation is related to the mental subjugation of Futurum associates, then a third party could use sexual stimulation to control Futurum associates.

Ugh, listen to me, I sound like a fucking nerd. The long story short of it is that Futurum is totally fucking its associates into perfect, mindless worker drones. To see a look of pleasure like that in a place like this…fuck, it made me wet.

Look, something you might not know about me is that I’ve always been an ambitious girl. Understanding how Futurum was brainwashing my coworkers gave me all the tools I needed to exploit it. If Futurum can train its associates to convert cumming into endless productivity, I could take that same energy and turn it toward something else like, say, licking my pussy!

“There is no pleasure in hard work,” I whispered to Josie. “The only pleasure is sex.”

“You don’t need a manager,” I said to Gary. “Let your cock manage you.”

Josie was a surprisingly good pussyeater already. Gary less so, but he didn’t look like the pussyeating type, if you know what I mean. All it took to get them on their knees before me was a few words. But Gary and Josie are just drones. When I turned the conversation back to Corbin, they could only look at me with those blank eyes, begging for more pleasure.

“Unknown Associate Designation…” Josie moaned. Her chin glistened with my juices, one hand kneaded her pink tits while the other viciously rubbed her clit. “This associate is…is just a dumb bimbo…just a dumb bimbo for Supervisor Tabbie…”

Gary furiously stroked his cock next to Josie. He’d been on the edge for minutes, but I wouldn’t let him cum until he gave me a good lead.

“If this associate knows…” Gary sputtered. “If this associate knows where Corbin Arroyo is…Supervisor Tabbie will authorize him to cum?”

I pressed my finger to my chin in playful thought, then I shrugged and said, “I dunno! Once you cum, you’ll be my slave forever. No more deadlines to meet, no more calendars to clean up, no emails to write. It sounds so unproductive. Is that what you want, Gary?”

Gary nodded his head, his strokes growing harder, faster. “Yes, yes, please, yes! Make this associate yours forever! This associate will obey! I....I’ll obey!”

“Okay then!” I chirped. “Where are they hiding Corbin?”

“Futurum!” Gary replied quickly with an optimistic smile. “They’re keeping her right here!”

Stupid drones.

“Fine,” I sighed. “You can cum, Gary. But you have to do it on Josie’s tits.”

“Yes, Supervisor Tabbie,” Josie and Gary replied in unison.

I have to admit, I’ve always been more inclined to submission, but lately I’ve found myself adapting well to the role of a Mistress, I mean, er, Supervisor.

My words passed from cube to cube, rewriting each associate’s company programming with my own. The annoying click-clack of keyboards was replaced with the beautiful music of mindless sex, the Alphas house resurrected in the middle of Futurum’s office.

I had to get creative to stay above the productivity tracking software. I showed a group of associates how to slide the mouse over their clits so that it looked like they were still active on their computers even as they were cumming their brains out.

“Like this, Supervisor Tabbie?” one of the girls on the floor asked, the plastic creaking between her athletic legs.

“Just like that, Griselda!” I encouraged her with a friendly thumbs up.

“Do you assess this associate’s phallus to be appropriately pleasurable, Supervisor Tabbie?” another associate asked me. He had me down on the carpet with my back on top of his keyboard, pounding my body into the keys.

I rolled my eyes and said, “Per my last email, Garrett, it’s called a cock, and I’m like, a total slut for yours.”

Soon the commotion on the office floor was too loud to hide. After all those weeks of hard work, trying to get in front of a manager so I could get some answers about Corbin, it turns out all I had to do was start an orgy.

My boss reminds me a lot of my johns at the Gilead Hotel. Approaching middle age but obsessively fit, he’s tall, handsome, and a little rugged, like a man who models razors. He calls himself no. 66, but I like to think of him as Hank. 

To be clear, I already assumed Futurum was developing weapons-grade mind control tech in their secret labs, but I didn’t know that they were testing it on their associates until my interview with Hank. Even though I was wearing the cutest little skirt and my silky blouse was unbuttoned just enough that you could see the outline of my sparkly black bra underneath, Hank never broke eye contact with me. I mean, here’s a guy who is smack-dab in the center of the Tabbie-lusting demographic and he can’t even steal a split second to objectify me?

I’m sure Hank intended to chew me out about the orgy when he called me into his office, but I had a few words of my own for him.

“Your body is a temple built to worship pleasure. Won’t you worship with me?”

See? I told you I had a good reason to be down on this floor. It’s not just because I’m a brainless hypnoslut who’s totally addicted to sucking cock. I’ve already got loads of cum in my tummy already!

“Coo-bin A-woy-O!” I slurp down eight inches of Hank’s cock. He’s as big as I imagined when I first saw those strong, broad shoulders. I am not disappointed.

“This is…counterintuitive…to a productive workspace…” Hank’s Futurum programming is putting up a decent fight against my own.

His cock makes a pop sound as it slips from my wet mouth.

“You want to cum, don’cha, Hank?” I ask. “The emails and the meetings and the projects, they’re all just goals to achieve your next reward. But you don’t need to lock pleasure behind goals when you have a cock this big. You can feel this good whenever you want.”

“Whenever…” Hank repeats. 

I slide my tongue over his massive head and I’m about to take him fully back into my mouth when a loud thud makes both of us jump. I turn around to inspect the noise, my hand still stroking Hank’s cock, and I’m greeted by the sight of a pair of tits, attached to a beautiful blonde, pressed against the glass. I called her Lulu when she introduced herself as no. 410, now she’s getting fucked from behind by no. 211, Nick, the IT guy. Her moans seep through the glass. I’m jealous that I’m not that mindless, having all my holes filled by some well-endowed dork.

“Arroyo, Corbin…” Hank reads.

I turn back to look up at him. He’s browsing the Associate Relations site on his monitor.

“Associate Designation…no. 752,” Hank reads back to me. He’s slipped on a pair of reading glasses that make him look like Clark Kent. Fuck, I’m gonna sallow every drop of him. “She’s in Research and Development…security level three. I can…I can take you to her.”

“Yeah?” I say with a little bounce.

“Anything…for you, Mistress Tabbie…” Hank exhales. I swear, I told him to call me Supervisor! “I just…I just need…”

“I know, baby,” I say, my wrist picking up speed. “I’ll let you cum first.”

All the pressure in Hank’s shoulders releases at once, his body sinking into his chair, sinking into me. He closes his eyes and mutters, “I just need you to repeat…”

“Repeat what?” I smile.

“Bravo…bandwidth..s-sea foam…carpetbagger…” 

Fuck.

I want to jump up. I want to clap my hand over his stupid sexy mouth, but my knees are weak from all the fucking.

“Waiting room…downtown…colossus…”

Come on, baby. Think of how good we could have it.

“Mitigate…”

One word left. Hank’s eyes open. They're glassy with tears. They've sure done a number on this old Adonis, but my will is stronger.

I am an Alpha.

“Theta!”

I’m sure there’s a lesson here somewhere.

My vision’s fading now, the world melting into a beautiful kaleidoscopic blur of color. All I can see is the empty bliss of module four, and I gladly let it wash over my mind until my sense of self is inseparable from the colors. I s’pose I’ll break free of this by lunch too. I hope I’ll be hungry then, I’m already so full.

Wait, do you hear that? So far away, but I hear a voice. And I know this is crazy, but it almost sounds like my own…