The tension had been growing for months. Their office romance was escalating and Taylor wasn't sure where it was leading. She was scared of commitment but if it was with Mr. G then she might be able to leave everything behind and love him for eternity. Mr. Grape Soda was Taylor's boss at the hospital. The taste of him and his smell was so addicting and exciting to Taylor. Every time she put her lips to him she got a rush. Mr. Grape knew the affects he had on her. She was putty in his hands. She just loved every part of him...especially how he tasted like grape.
"Hellooo Taylor. Thirsty?" said Mr. G with a smirk that would make your knees buckle. Taylor didn't know what to do or say. She knew she was powerless against him.
"Quite thirsty doctor." Taylor said as she tried to be seductive. She reached out fifty cents from her pocket and slowly put it in the vending machine. She knew the buttons she had to press, 'E3', she had memorized it. That was how she and Mr. Grape would meet everyday for the nooner. Mr. Grape slowly rolled out from the vending machine and Taylor grabbed for him. She needed to feel his touch. Every part of Taylor's brain had shut off. The only thing driving her now was lust. She just couldn't help herself. She opened up Mr. G's lid and even though Taylor was so in the moment, Mr. G had to take a momentary pause to pull out some protection.
"A straw! Ugh. Do we have to use a straw this time. I promise I won't cut myself on your lip."
Taylor was so disappointed. She didn't care if she got injured. She just needed the taste of Mr. Grape rushing through her body.
Taylor slowly and succulently put the straw through Mr. Grape and then they were going at it again! You could hear the moans coming from the staff lounge. She just couldn't control herself. The way Mr. Grape made her feel was like anything anybody had ever made her feel. Dr. Pepper or Sprite never gave her this much satisfaction. That's why she always left them, but Mr. Grape Soda was different. It lasted for only a minute. They always finished quickly because Taylor couldn't control herself but that was just fine with Mr. Grape.
Finally, they were done but Taylor needed more. She went to go buy another can of Mr. G but they were out. The vending machine didn't have anymore. She would be out of Mr. Grape Soda for a few weeks. How would she survive? Taylor couldn't handle this. She panicked and had a mental breakdown. She started yelling and thrashing and she couldn't stop herself but she had to have her fix! A doctor came over and gave her sedative; at least, that's what they said it was. By Sunday there was a funeral for Taylor and she was buried with her last can of Mr. Grape she ever got to taste.