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Trap Online Chapter 233: Last Destination
🕑 Added 2024-10-11 01:54:27 +0000 UTCI was leaning back inside the car with a soft smile and a drink in hand. I took a small sip and sighed as the whiskey delightfully burned down, warming me. It was rare for me to open up the whiskey, but it was a cheap one for mixing drinks, and I sighed in pleasure. Most people would call me cheap because I had the money to waste on much more expensive drinks, but I cared little about what they thought. So, when it comes to Whiskey, I could not really care less.
Then again, sometimes getting an old whiskey and drinking it with friends is a call for a good time.
"Do you drink Whiskey often? I am honestly astonished you are going with just a Jack Daniels," Gina said as she took a sip from a glass of the Jack herself.
"Mmmm, Not really; sometimes you go for the older stuff, but," I shrugged, "You need to drink that in a few years, and I like to drink whiskey when I am relaxing. So it is not a common mood for me, and frankly," I chuckled, "It isn't worth it, in my opinion. Did you know that there is a placebo when it comes to drinking older scotches, wines, and whiskeys, or alcohol in general?" I said, turning to her. "There was a man recently that went out to every grocery store and alcohol store to purchase the cheapest wine that tasted the worst possible. Once he found a ten-dollar bottle of wine, he rebottled it, made it look a little fancier, then submitted it to some awards and put the price label of over two thousand percent increase from what he purchased it for. It dominated the entire awards bullshit, and they gave him first place." I chuckled, "Wine is Grapejuice that has aged a bit more. It is nothing special, and there are different ways of making it, but that is it. So next time someone buys you a special wine, it really isn't all that great unless you put something special to it yourself. Make it something like this is a special event." I chuckled.
"Is that true?" Gina asked, surprised.
"Mmm, Completely true. In fact, it is fascinating what the brain tricks us into thinking. I remember Victoria telling me about Placebo in medicine. Most medicines taste bad on purpose; did you know that?" I asked her, turning to her with a soft smile.
"Why would they do that?" Gina asked curiously.
"They do that because people expect medicine to taste bad. Something that helps me has to taste bad, and because of that, they have to make it taste bad. I think it makes the drug something like twenty percent more effective if they make it taste bad. It really is insane."
"That just sounds crazy to me."
"Oh, it can get worse. Do you know what the most sold drink in the world is?" I asked her, enjoying myself by sharing fun little facts.
"Coke?"
"Right, but do you know the reason?" I asked.
"Mmm, no."
"Because each time you drink it, your brain interprets it differently. So you can drink it all day and never get tired of the flavor because your brain can't quite identify it. Which leads me to the second most popular drink, Red Bull," I chuckled, and she looked surprised. "An Energy drink that is supposed to be medicinal, so they make it taste like shit."
"No," Gina said, sounding genuinely surprised, "I prefer monster, but is it really like that?"
"Well, to be fair, it was a combination of the drink tasting terrible and the fact that their marketing Campaign to start was fucking ingenious. I did a deep dive into it myself when I learned what they did. Fascinating as hell."
"What did they do?" Gina asked with a soft smile, and I knew she was doing this for my entertainment.
"They threw their product into the tops of garbage cans all over London and New York subways. They tossed them in the garbage, and people, when tossing things out, would see the Red Bull cans and get curious as they saw it all over the place all the time. They didn't have enough money to run an ad campaign, so they just threw their cans into the bin, and people started to look for their product. That coupled with it being a 'medicinal' product and tasting like crap, so people think it works, and there you go. Second most popular drink in the world." I chuckled, sipping my whiskey. "Insane, but still true as hell. I was stunned when I first read into it, but its sheer ingeniousness is mind-boggling."
"Y—yeah," Gina seemed a little off. That is weird. So they tossed it in the garbage?" She asked. Then, there was a knock on the door, and she coughed. "Finish up; we are here," Gina said, and I nodded, chuckling a little. So I tipped my glass back and finished it in one go with a sigh.
I put the cup down, got up, and headed out with Gina ahead of me. She immediately started to head to an elevator, and I wondered what the last stop was for today. I followed Gina to the Elevator, and she stopped after pressing the button. "So Richelle, this is where I am done with you for the day. I have a ride out of here, so you won't have to worry about me."
"Oh, I thought you would be sticking around longer," I said, honestly surprised.
"Well, did you enjoy your day and relax with me?" Gina asked.
"To be honest with you," I paused for a moment and smiled. Yes, I did enjoy my time with you, Gina. You did a good job of getting me to relax."
"Thank you. Please use my services in the future. Victoria has my number, and you both can join me sometimes together as well. I will make an opening for you as I had a lot of fun dressing up with you, Richelle. I am being completely honest when I say that I really enjoyed myself and the day."
"Thanks," I replied with a small smile as the elevator door opened. I raised an eyebrow at her, "What floor?"
"The sixteenth. Now, Have a great night, Richelle; I hope I will see you soon."
"Thank you, Gina. I had a great day. I will see about seeing you soon. It seems lately that I play too many games." I chuckled, getting into the elevator and pressing the button as Gina chuckled with me.
"Bye." With that, the elevator closed, and I headed up the elevator with my mind on the day that passed. I truly did enjoy myself. Victoria was not wrong; she did an excellent job of getting people to relax.
Should I ask Victoria if she wants to make her business larger? I know a couple of 'friends' that could use a day where they fuck off hanging out with a cheerful woman that knows how to listen, clap back, and just follow along with what you need. She never really pushed back; if she did, it was because you wanted it. She was perfectly willing to get naked without it becoming sexual, which many people have an issue doing. I always thought that was odd, where as soon as you go naked, everything becomes about sex.
Back in the early first millennia, there were some civilizations where women and men could be naked without it coming down to sex. But none of that mattered in a modern-day setting. I noticed I was lost in thought as the elevator arrived at the floor, and I was again met with an inconspicuous reception area. I had no idea how many places Victoria and Gina knew of. Then again, I bet I knew about places they did not know. New York was the center of the financial world, after all.
I stepped in and walked up to the receptionist. No, there were two of them. They looked exactly the same, and they smiled together. Identical twins, interesting. "Hello, my friend Gina just sent me up here," I began, and they both nodded.
"Ah, Gina, then you must be Richelle. Your friend is in VIP room one. Please allow me to show you," one of them said and got up. She was a beauty with lovely brown hair that went down to her shoulders and D-cup breasts that protruded from her blouse. It was professional attire, and they were both dressed the exact same. "Welcome to our place of business. Us three triplets all work here if you were wondering if the Receptionist and I were twins."
"Oh, there is a third?" I asked as she started to show me down a hallway that started at seven, and we quickly made it to VIP room one. "Yes, she does most of the cleaning. She is quite OCD about it, and the reviews for her are amazing. Have a great Night, Richelle," she said before turning and walking away without another word, and I raised an eyebrow.
"I guess this is the door," I commented and knocked. A moment later, Victoria opened the door in a trench coat and smiled.
"Welcome to the end of a relaxing Day. I can't wait to show you around, and I must say," Victoria looked me up and down, licking her lips and making me feel very sexy and wanted. "I love what you are wearing." She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me in, and I heard the door shut, and I was suddenly against the wall being kissed, and I loved it.
