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Warning: There is mature content involving a minor with an adult. Consensual, but if you don't like that, then don't read.
She was completely brilliant. He couldn't deny it. She was the most incredible thing he had ever encountered. And that's what made him feel that much worse.
Willy Wonka met Lauren through a contest. Nothing like the one that Charlie won, though. This was a study program. She was to stay at the factory as an intern to himself and Charlie over the course of the summer. And she had won from her remarkable ideas.
Star struck, the American teenager walked up the steps of the factory one day, hardly believing she was there at all.
Willy greeted her at the door. Smiling widely, he held up a card and read off of it.
"Good morning Starshine! Welcome to my factory. I shake you warmly by the hand."
He reached out to her, but then he actually looked at her face. Willy's eyes widened immensely. Quickly, he retracted his hand.
"Hello Mr. Wonka. It's an honor to be here," she quickly replied, not noticing Willy's awkward gesture in the least.
"Well, we mustn't dilly dally. Let's get you settled into your room," he grinned to her.
Lauren nodded and followed after Willy into the factory.
He wouldn't look back to her the entire time they walked through the hallways. He spoke very quickly, even for him. As he moved along, he pointed out as much as he could, trying to cover up blunder after blunder in his speech.
Get it together, he thought to himself, she's just here for a couple of months. We'll get along swell. She did, after all, win the contest.
Amazed by the entire spectacle, Lauren just looked around, wide eyed to it all. She had heard of the factory, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine it to be so… magical.
Finally, the two reached Lauren's room. It was just across the hall from Willy's own room. Willy opened the door and stepped inside, simply expecting Lauren to follow after.
"This is where you'll be staying," he stated brightly, still not looking at the girl.
Lauren looked around the room. It had deep purple walls and a pastel pink floor and ceiling. The bed itself was immense. The sheets were such a deep shade of brown, one could mistake it for black at first glance. Along the walls were a multitude of shelves, each holding many different candies.
Quickly, Lauren furrowed her eyebrows because she had made a strange observation.
"Where's the light coming from?" she asked, for there was no lamp or candle in sight.
Willy finally turned and looked at Lauren. He opened his mouth slowly, but then snapped it shut. After raising a single finger in the air, he had composed himself and was able to explain.
"See how pink the ceiling and floor are? Well, that's where the light comes from. Any room that needs light has a ceiling and floor source, which simply burst into life when someone comes in and thinks about the light."
Intrigued, Lauren then asked, "How are the two connected? Do they trace certain emotional patterns in people to verify their wish to illuminate the region?"
Willy blinked hard.
Does this girl speak English?
"Umm…they just…read your thoughts," he nervously stated, ending it with a giggle.
Lauren grinned. Yes, she was quite analytical, but she still enjoyed in being able to just believe in things when given the opportunity.
After that Willy made his leave so that Lauren could unpack into her quarters for the next couple of months. He made his way straight across the hall to his own room. He often liked to go to his psychiatrist to solve his problems, but he thought this was one that shouldn't really be discussed.
She's underage. And she's so… sciency and… weird. Why do I feel this way so suddenly? I always know the plan upon sight, but she has it all in a wreck. What am I to do? Am I really going to be able to work alongside her?
Willy sighed and leaned back on his bed. He closed his eyes lightly, and then sat back up. He needn't be having these thoughts while on a bed. In fact, he wasn't having these thoughts. He wouldn't admit to himself that he was. Willy quickly scurried out of his room and down to the Inventing Room, to take his mind off of things.
After Willy had left, Lauren had proceeded to unpack the way she always did: she threw the suitcase on the floor. She was a very organized person, but she didn't like packing or unpacking, so she avoided them at all costs. She didn't know why she had this issue, but she just did.
Lauren looked around in her room, amazed at how large and open it was. The closet alone could have swallowed her own room at home! With all the room out on the floor, she could certainly take care of all sorts of projects back here. But, even though Lauren was typically one to get straight to business, her mind was drifting.
He's Willy Wonka? It's amazing to think that he'll be my boss. This opens so many doors for me. I just need to make sure I don't screw it up. I'm sure we'll get along well enough. He seems to be an awkward eccentric. I like that. I just fear that I like it a bit too much.
Lauren pulled her arm in front of her and looked at the time. 1:30 PM. Well, it would still be morning back home, and Lauren was usually a late sleeper. She couldn't help but feel tired. Though her need for productivity was sparking, she decided a nap wouldn't hurt. She set her watch's alarm to go off in half an hour's time.
A man was standing in the corner of her room. Lauren slowly rose from her bed and walked towards him. She couldn't make his face out. It was dark. This couldn't be good news. Lauren made her way all the way up to him, but in the darkness, still couldn't make out the details of his face. She reached up, and placed a hand on his cheek.
"No," he said.
That voice was familiar, but whose was it?
Though still unaware of the stranger's identity, Lauren couldn't help but feel an immense depression at his rejection. She hadn't really done anything. He hadn't even given her a chance.
The man then grabbed each of her hands and backed her up towards the bed. He gently shoved Lauren back onto it. He made his way directly above her. The man reached down and cupped Lauren's breasts. He began to knead them, and Lauren moaned softly. One of his hands traveled downward, and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. He pulled it up slowly, then exposing her breasts fully. The man began to knead them once more, teasing and pinching at her nipples slightly.
Lauren reached out to pull up the man's shirt as well, but once again, she was met by his plainly stated, "No."
The man then reached around the waistband of Lauren's shorts, and slowly began to pull them down. The sliding of the material down her legs felt incredibly erotic to Lauren, for she knew what was to come.
Once her shorts were gone, the man looked down to Lauren. She reached out to grab the waistband of his pants.
All she received was a "No."
The man then lowered himself down, directly in front of Lauren's sex. She was dripping with longing. He placed a finger on her clit, and slowly began to rub it in a circular motion.
Lauren cried out, instantly feeling the pleasure of the man's hand.
The man then leaned in, and slowly licked up between her lips.
Lauren let out a loud moan, surprised that he would do that.
The man continued to lick and kiss her. He stuck his tongue in and out, taking in all of her juices while he still rubbed her clit.
His tempo increased, and Lauren began to jerk her hips to his rhythm. She came with a loud cry, and the man licked up all of her juices.
Lauren felt so happy, and then the light came on, and she could see the man's face.
Willy Wonka.
Lauren's eyes burst wide open as the alarm on her watch went off.
Oh shit.
