Chapter 3: Rising Action
Daliah couldn't believe all the women were fussing over some guy who showed up out of no where. She was stuck with the task of waking him up in the morning, making her feel even more annoyed. It wasn't in her job description to be someone's nanny. She barely liked her regular job in the first place, but since she had a high supply of milk and a favorable taste, she was an ideal milk maid for the Milk Bar.
As she entered the room, her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw Reggie reclined on the couch, a look of peaceful satisfaction on his face.
Reggie's eyes fluttered open as he heard the door creak. He saw Daliah standing there, arms crossed and a glare on her face. "Morning," he said, sitting up slowly.
"Ada asked me to wake you up." Daliah's tone was as cold as ice, and it sent a shiver down Reggie's spine. He wondered just what her problem with him was, but he figured it wasn't worth his time to try and figure it out. Instead, he focused on the task at hand.
"Alright, I'm up," he said, standing up from the couch and stretching his limbs. As he shook off the sleepy haze, he remembered he needed to find a way to casually introduce expressing to the Milk Bar. He wasn't sure they had the technology in this world to create a pumping device. Still, even manually expressing the milk would be financially benefit the Milk Bar so they had better control over quantity of milk being served. He also realized he hasn't seen any cheese or dairy products of any kind in his shirt time there. With the expression of milk would open them up to a whole new market where they could produce even more goods.
Reggie couldn't shake off the excitement that was bubbling inside him as he thought about the possibilities. He followed Daliah out of the room, and they made their way towards the Milk Bar.
The Milk Bar was bustling with activity. Ada was at the counter, helping a customer while Cece chatted animatedly with a group of women in the corner. The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee mingled with the scent of fresh milk, creating a comforting atmosphere.
Daliah led Reggie to a table at the back and sat down.
"Brooke said she would come talk to you about what your role here might be." Daliah's tone was curt, leaving no room for small talk. Clearly, she wasn't interested in making conversation with Reggie.
Reggie took a deep breath and nodded, trying to hide his frustration. He needed to figure out a way to bring up expressing milk without arousing suspicion or putting Daliah on the defensive.
Just then, Brooke walked over to their table. "Ah, Reggie! I see you're up and about." She greeted him warmly, her green eyes smiling down at him.
"I hope you slept well? We don't get many new patrons around here, so it's a treat to have you with us."
Reggie nodded politely, still trying to find the right way to approach the subject of expressing milk. "Yes, thank you. I had a wonderful rest. I was just thinking about how I could contribute to the Milk Bar community," he said, grasping for the right words.
"You know, in order to earn my keep."
Brooke nodded sagely. "Of course, of course. I understand completely," she said, her eyes twinkling with understanding.
But what she did not realize was that Reggie had a bigger plan in mind. He was looking at the Milk Bar not just as a place for nourishment and sustenance, but as a business opportunity with potential for growth and expansion.
"What if," Reggie began, his voice hesitant but full of conviction, "What if we could sell the milk in bottles?"
Delilah scoffed and even Brooke couldn't help but chuckle. "Bottles?" Brooke repeated, trying to conceal her amusement at the preposterous idea. "How would that even work" The more she thought about it the harder it was for her to contain her laughter.
Reggie realized explaining his idea would never work. They wouldn't be able to understand the concept unless they saw it for themselves. "I could show you," he suggested.
Brooke raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the determination in Reggie's voice. "Alright, how would you go about doing that?"
Reggie paused for a moment, weighing his options. He didn't know how to explain the concept of a bottle without actually showing them one. He decided to improvise and use what he had available.
"Give me a moment," he said, standing up from the table. He made his way over to the bar and scanned the area until he spotted a few empty cups. He grabbed one and brought it back to the table.
"Now, which one of you ladies wants to be my subject?"
The two women exchanged weary glances but it was Daliah spoke up with a huff. "I guess I will," she scoffed. She stood up from the table and walked over to Reggie. She took her place next to him, her arms crossed over her chest.
Reggie turned to face Daliah, who gazed at him with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism in her bright brown eyes.
"Alright, I want you to imagine this cup is a bottle," Reggie said, holding the cup up for Daliah to see. "Now, if we express your milk into here, we could sell it later."
Daliah blinked in surprise, trying to make sense of what Reggie was saying.
"I don't understand..." she began, but Reggie held up a hand to stop her.
"Just trust me for a minute. I promise it will make sense soon." He turned to Brooke and Daliah. "Has anyone ever expressed their milk here before?" he asked.
Brooke shook her head, confused by the question. "No, of course not. We serve straight from the source."
Reggie nodded. "Exactly," he said, holding up the cup again. "But imagine if we had bottles of milk to sell to our customers.
Not only would it mean more income for the Milk Bar, but it would also provide a more hygienic and controlled way of consuming it," Reggie explained, carefully watching their reactions.
Brooke pursed her lips as she considered the idea. "I see what you're getting at," she conceded. "But how would it work?"
Reggie took a deep breath, preparing himself to ask the prickly Daliah to expose her breast. He cleared his throat. "Daliah, would you mind...uh...
letting me try expressing your milk into this cup?" Reggie asked, feeling slightly embarrassed for having to ask.
Daliah raised an eyebrow, incredulity etched on her face. "You want me to do what?" she demanded, her arms dropping from their crossed position.
Brooke looked equally taken aback, her mouth forming a small 'o' of surprise.
Reggie swallowed nervously, but remained resolute. They needed to understand what he was proposing and the only way to do that was to demonstrate with real-life examples.
"Daliah, please," Reggie repeated, trying his best to maintain eye contact with her. "It's just for a moment. It will help me show you what I mean."
Daliah hesitated, glancing between Brooke, Reggie, and the empty cup in his hand. With a huff, she finally relented. "Fine," she said, grasping the hem of her shirt and pulling it upwards. She unhooked her nursing bra and exposed her full, heavy breast.
She was clearly a high producer of milk, and the sight of her swollen nipple sent a rush of excitement through Reggie's body. He quickly reminded himself that he was here for business, not pleasure.
He took a deep breath and focused, placing the cup under her nipple, gently stimulating it to encourage milk flow. At first, nothing happened, but then a few drops of milk fell into the cup. Encouraged, Reggie began to massage her breast gently, coaxing more milk from her.
The room was filled with the sound of Daliah's shallow breathing as she watched Reggie intently. The sensation from his warm hands kneading her breast gently sent jolts of electricity through her body. Daliah's cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip to fight back a moan. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the strange, yet exhilarating feeling.
Meanwhile, a blue notification screen appeared in front of Reggie.
+50 EXP
New skill gained: Milking Mastery (Level 1)
Description: The ability to effectively express liquid from lactating individuals.
Reggie couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph as he watched the blue notification screen appear. He had done it. He had successfully demonstrated the concept of expressing milk to Brooke and Daliah, opening their minds to a whole new world of possibilities.
As Daliah's climax approached, the flow of milk grew stronger and faster, filling the cup in mere moments. The room was thick with awkward tension, but Reggie kept his focus on the task at hand.
He felt a thrill at the sight of Daliah's heaving chest, and his body responded to the scent of her arousal. But he knew better than to let his desires cloud his judgment.
As the cup filled to the brim with milk, Reggie removed it carefully from under Daliah's breast. She let out a sigh of relief as the feeling of stimulation lessened, but her cheeks remained flushed with pleasure.
Reggie handed the cup full of milk to Brooke, who stared at it in amazement. "Incredible," she breathed.
"I can't believe we never thought of this before."
Reggie allowed himself a small smile, knowing that he had cracked open a whole new world of possibilities for the Milk Bar. Expressing the milk and selling it in bottles would not only increase their revenue, but it would also allow them to expand their business to other markets.
But before they could start making plans, Reggie noticed that Cece had made her way over to their table. She looked at him with wide eyes, her golden gaze fixed on the cup of milk that Brooke was holding.
"What's that?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Reggie turned to Cece, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daliah's milk!" Cece gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "You can do that?"
Reggie and Brooke exchanged a glance before Reggie answered, "Yes, we were just discussing the possibility of expressing milk for bottling and selling. It's a more hygienic and controlled way of consuming it."
Cece's eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement. "Wow, that's amazing! Can I try too?"
Reggie couldn't help but be touched by Cece's enthusiasm, despite her overly trusting nature.
"Of course, Cece," he said warmly. "But let's wait until we have a proper system in place before we start expressing milk from every woman here."
Cece nodded, understanding the importance of planning and organization. "Right, I get it," she said, still gazing at the cup of milk with wonder in her eyes.
Reggie turned to Brooke. "So, what do you think? Are you willing to give this a try?"
Brooke looked at the cup of milk thoughtfully. "It's certainly an interesting proposition," she said. She thought it over for a moment before deciding. "Alright. You're hired as our first milker!"