Chocolate Seduction

by Gina

You know what it's like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off? It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long, long time.

It was warm and slightly cloudy the day I flew into LaGuardia Airport. As instructed, I went directly to the information desk, where I was handed a large sealed manila envelope. On the front stapled to the envelope was a letter folded up with a small seal near my name. I broke the seal and started to read the note. "Congratulations! As our grand prize winner, we welcome you to the Big Apple! We will do everything (and everything was underlined) to make your stay a memorable one. If you would kindly proceed to the ground transport entrance, there will be someone there waiting to take you to your luxury accomodations at the 5-star, 5-diamond rated St. Regis Hotel. I found the doors and proceeded outside. Immediately there was a soft voice to the right of me, quietly speaking my name.

I turned to see a man dressed in a black uniform, with a cap. He was standing in front of a limo. A huge black sleek stretch limo. And he was holding the passenger door open, beckoning me to enter. I stepped into the car, and sank bank into the enveloping cushions. The door closed, and I noticed music was playing, soft music, soft classical. And soft classical guitar music. Mmmmmmmmmm. I loved it. I looked to the right of me on the seat, and there was a long florist's box addressed tome. I peeked inside to see a dozen long stemmed red roses, fresh and fragrant. I held one of the blossoms to my nose, and the silken petals were dewy and soft.

I softly inhaled their sweetness, and read the card, "Love comforteth like sunshine after rain…" That certainly was a familiar quote, but I couldn't quite place the rest of it. I turned my attention back to the letter, "You will be in the luxury Suite 367E, which we are confident will be suitable for all your needs and desires. Once you have settled in your suite, please take time to look over the suggested activities enclosed herein."

My quiet reading was interrupted by the roar of a loud engine, revving up again and again. It sounded like a motorcycle, and it sounded so close as to be right next to my door. I glanced over to peer out of the darkened glass, but the motorcycle suddenly sped up and passed the limo.

I began to unclasp the back of the envelope, but the limo had stopped, and the door next to me opened, and I was escorted into the hotel. After checking in, I was taken to Suite 367E to find my luggage had been placed on racks, and my roses were in a lovely cut glass vase on the night table near the bed. A what a bed it was. A huge kind sized four poster bed. With chintz bed curtains. It was then I noticed what I had passed walking through the suite's livingroom. It was a huge basket of fresh fruit, bottled water, and herbal teas. On the tag it read, "Congratulations! From the Razerim Corporation."

There was that name again. The Razerim Corporation. I had won their contest. But I couldn't remember entering the contest. I enter so many contests, and with my busy schedule, it's no wonder I can't remember them all.

I looked at the signature of the representative who sent the letter. Marty Reinoz. Marty Reinoz of the Razerim Corporation. Something about those names was unsettling to me. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was that was so strange. Oh well. I shrugged my shoulders. Kicked off my shoes. Threw the manila envelope on the bed and flopped down to finally read what was inside.

There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" I queried. "Special Delivery, Ma'am." I opened the door to receive a square white box with a large red box, and a card, addressed to me. Once again, compliments of Marty Reinoz.

I carefully opened the box, and pulled back the layers of tissue to find . . . . a shiny new bugle. And to be more precise, as it said on the enclosed card, picked especially for me, a mini bugle. A mini bugle. A shiny, mini bugle with a red tassel. What an unusual gift. And I placed it back in the box, not really knowing what to think.

I finally opened the manila envelope to find on top a gilded invitation. To a convention. But not just any convention. It was a chocolate convention. Beginning that night. And there was a gift certificate attached to the invitation for $ 500.00! Wow! I had to go to this chocolate convention. The very next page in the envelope had a note, saying that if I wished to attend the convention, all I need do was call for the limo. I was down in the lobby in fifteen minutes.

My driver dropped me off at the large convention center, and gave me a cellular phone to call him when I wished to leave.

I gave my gilded invitation to the usher inside, and I was escorted directly into the chocolate convention. Domestic chocolate makers. International chocolate makers. Chocolate cafes. Chocolate booths. The smell was at once heavenly and gave me a light headed feeling.

I felt just a bit overwhelmed, and didn't know quite where to look or what to get with my certificate. I was beginning to look at some domestic milk chocolate, and was starting to reach for it, when a hand reached over mine, and stopped me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don't want to spend your certificate on that domestic chocolate." a deep voice next to me said. "Excuse me?" I looked up to see a man, casually dressed, with a leather jacket, long dark hair in a ponytail, and the most penetrating brown eyes I had ever seen. "You should only get the best." "Oh really, you mean something like Cadbury?" "Cadbury? Cadbury is not worthy of your delicate taste buds. No, you should have Callebout." "Uh, well, isn't that a little difficult to get, even at a chocolate convention?" "Well, I know where there is a supply of Callebout French Semisweet #850." I looked at him. "Would you like to try some?" "Show me where it is so I can take some with me." "I meant to try it with me away from here." "Uh, I don't think so." "Why not?" "Well, I" "Aren't you new in town?" "I'm visiting, yes." "So you don't know a soul." "That's true." "Wouldn't you like to know me?" "I was always brought up to never talk to strangers." "If you never talk to strangers, you never make any friends." I smiled at him and started to look away. He placed his hand near mine, and said, "I am Tony, Tony Ramirez. Now we are not strangers anymore." "That's nice." I said patronizingly as I walked away.

I walked on to the next booth, finally locating some nice Guittard sweet chocolate to take home with me. As I started to turn in my certificate, I heard a familiar voice in my ear. "This is your last chance, Gina." I turned to look at him. "How did you know my name?" "Isn't it here on your certificate?" But I hadn't shown him my certificate. "Now, how about the Callebout?" "What about it?" I said as I walked on to the next booth. "You should not deprive yourself of a luxurious and indulgent chocolate experience. Chocolate is an aphrodisiac, but Callebout will place you on a cloud of passion and desire. I would love to teach you the history of chocolate and how there is nothing more dark and divine for the palate."

"Well, maybe some other time." "Without you, I'm blue, Gina." he whispered. I turned to look at him. He repeated the last phrase. Right in my ear. "I'm blue, Gina." "What are you anyway?" "I just told you. I'm blue, Gina."

I took my chocolate and walked away from him and pulled out my phone to call for my limo. After I got in, I could hear a motorcycle drive up, and I opened the window. There he was grinning at me. "I'm blue, Gina. Say yes. Say yes. Say YESSSSSSSSS!"

I found myself fumbling for a card to write on, and started to write St. Regis, when he reached in and grabbed the card away from me. "You don't know which suite." "Oh yes, I do, Gina. There's only one suite worthy of you. And that's 367E. I will call you, Gina, and when I do I won't be blue."

Before I could respond he sped away. I finally found myself back in my suite, the only suite that was apparently worthy of me, 367E. In the livingroom, there was another basket, this time with a large basket of crackers, cheese, and wine. I looked at the label, and it said it was bottled by the IMA Corporation. And the name of it was Bluegin Wine. Very strange. Definitely some very strange things going on.

I had been treated royally. Almost overwhelmingly. And then my telephone rang. "Hello?" "Gina, you know who this is?" "Gee, how could I forget? Callebout #850, right?" "Yes, would you like to come to a chocolate seminar?" "Well, who is running the chocolate seminar?" "I am." "And how many students are in this seminar?" "Well, counting you, Gina, one." "What would we do in this seminar?" "We will learn the history of chocolate. The mythology. The power. The craving. I will teach you to savor it on your tongue and hold it in your mouth. Will you come tomorrow night?"

I could hear all kinds of alarms going off in my head, warning me not to go. But I ignored them. "Yes, I'll come. It sounds interesting. But where are you?" "Oh, don't worry, I have already spoken to your driver and given him the address. He will pick you up at 7pm sharp. Don't be late." And before I could reply, he had already hung up.

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't been in New York City more than a few hours, and already I was going to a chocolate seminar! I looked through my manila envelope. The next day was to include some very nice things. A day at a spa. Some shopping at upscale boutiques.

I was laying back on the bed, thinking how grand all this was. Wow. Winning the contest. This wonderful suite, so worthy of me. The mini bugle. The Bluegin Wine. The roses. Marty Reinoz. That quote on the rose box. Yes. The quote. That was driving me nuts.

"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, but lust's effect is tempest after sun." Now I remembered it. It was Shakespeare. And now I was trying to remember the rest of it. Something about Love's gentle spring. Yes, that was it. "Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain. Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies." Hm. Forged lies.

I slowly sat up on the bed. Dense. I couldn't believe I had been so dense. It must have been the chocolate that threw me off.

I looked at my list of the next day's activities, and penciled in some unscheduled shopping. Then I got ready for bed. Turned out the light. And smiled. Smiled with feline anticipation.

The next day was terrific. I went to Elizabeth Arden's first. Massage. Manicure. Pedicure. Facial. Coiffure. And then it was off for shopping for some really great clothes and shoes. I finally came back to my truly worthy 367E suite and kicked back for a little while, looking forward to what was about to come.

I was downstairs and ready by 7pm sharp for my limo to take me to the chocolate seminar. We stopped in front of a large building, and the driver escorted me to the lift, and as I went up, I pulled out my trusty dew kiss lipstick for a quick touch-up, and opened the lift doors.

Tony was standing there, slowly pouring the dark bittersweet liquid confection into two fluted glasses, and handed one to me. "Callebout" he paused. "850." I took the glass and started to slowly savor just a tiny taste of the dense chocolate. "You know, I really don't think I should be here." "Why?" "Because I really don't know you." "You're here to learn about chocolate, right?" "Well, yes." "And in order to learn about chocolate," I interrupted him. "Oh, don't tell me. I need more chocolate, right?" "Why yes, Gina. You definitely DO need more chocolate." "And why is that, Tony? Because I'm blue?" "No, I'm the one who is blue, Gina. But not for long. Not for long."

We sat down with our Callebout. "So, Tony," I smiled. "Why don't we start the class?" "Well, Gina, chocolate begins in mythology. The mythology of the gods. Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of air, brought the cacao tree from Eden to man and taught him to cultivate the cacao seeds. The result was xocolatl, a drink, but not just any drink, it was an aphrodisiac too. It was irresistible to the conquistador, Cortes, who brought it to Spain in the 16th century. The aristocracy believed it gave them vitality and sexuality. Casanova seduced with chocolate more than champagne. And it was always associated with love and passion."

"Tony. That is so interesting. And seductive. You certainly know your chocolate." "Well, that is what I do." "What?" "Know chocolate." "All kinds of chocolate?" "Oh yes. Milk chocolate. Milk filled chocolate. Dark chocolate. Semi-sweet chocolate. Bittersweet chocolate. Bitter chocolate." "So are you good at your job?" "Well, I think so. Teaching you to enjoy the chocolate is part of my job as well." "And are you a good teacher?" "You can be the judge of that, Gina. I first have to convince you that chocolate is sensual, suggestive, silky, smooth, and sumptuous."

"My, my aren't we alliterative?" "All the more to appeal to you, Gina, my literate loving one." "Well, I think I'll be an apt pupil. I already love chocolate." "Then it will be a pleasure to teach you all the secrets of chocolate." "And then, will be you be blue, Tony?" "Now that you're here, I'm NOT blue, Gina."

"Gina, what is that box you brought in? I didn't notice it earlier." "Why don't you know what it is?" "Should I? I opened the box and held up the contents. "I got it for winning a contest. Like it? It's a mini bugle."

"Very nice, Gina. I like the red tassel. Do you play?" "This, oh sure, it's easy. You just put your lips to it, and blow."

"And are you good at it?" "Blowing?" "Yes." "Well, yes, I've been told I'm very good at blowing." "Can you demonstrate for me?" "Sure, Tony." I pressed my lips to the bugle and blew out a little tune. "You're really good!" "Thank you, Tony. I can blow other things too." "I'll just bet you are."

Tony smiled at me. "So are you ready for the next part of the seminar?" I nodded. "What are we going to do now?" "Now it is time to teach you to appreciate and savor the chocolate as it is meant to be. I want you to yearn for the chocolate. Crave the chocolate. Lust for the chocolate. I want you to experience the ultimate in chocolate ectasy and nirvana."

He led me to another side of the room, where there was a large jacuzzi. I looked closer. I was filled with chocolate. I reached in my finger, and it was gently warm to the touch. The smell was intoxicating. Overwhelming. I could feel myself wavering. Tony was now holding me to him.

He crooned in my ear. "Let me help you in." He had somehow removed our clothes, and I had shown absolutely no resistance. He was helping me step in that heavenly smooth chocolate. He held me close to him, and slowly dipped his fingers in the chocolate and slowly smeared it over my mouth. He brought his mouth to mine, and I could feel my lips open, and the very end of his tongue slipped in and out of my mouth with the lightest feathery motion. I could taste the chocolate. I could taste him too. And the combination was devastating. I could hardly hold my head up, and I could feel his hand against the back of my head, gentle, and then pressing me closer to him.

He left my mouth, and started nibbling on my chocolate covered shoulder, kissing me lower and lower, until his face went halfway under the chocolate. He suddenly raised up, his face dripping chocolate, and he began to fiercely kiss me. This time his tongue was tickling me against my teeth, and I felt a giggle bubbling inside me. I started to laugh.

"You like this part of the seminar?" "Oh yes, Tony, I really love learning to appreciate chocolate." He took my hand, and never taking his eyes from mine, slowly sucked the chocolate from all five of my yielding fingers. He then took the other hand, and started licking those fingers. Once at a time. My other hand slid back in the chocolate. "Uh oh. Uh oh. I guess I'll have to do that hand all over again, Gina." Ooooh, what a shame.

"How do you like this? Lying against me in warm chocolate? Are you relaxed?" I was finding it extremely difficult to speak. Utter euphoria was slowly sweeping over me, and I was losing all inhibitions. And I was about to lose my mind. "It's it's very nice Tony." I whispered.

"Do you know about the chocolate museum in Cologne, Germany?" I shook my head. "It has a fountain that flows warm chocolate twenty-four hours a day." "That's nice, Tony. Too bad we can't have a fountain here."

"Oh but we can, my literate loving one." "But how, where?" "I have a natural fountain, Gina, right here. Ready to flow the warmth of chocolate sensuality into your very being, your very soul." "That's part of the seminar?" "Yes it is. I can tell you about chocolate. And you can see and touch and taste chocolate. But in order to truly appreciate the depth of chocolate, you must experience the oneness, the chocolate perfection you would attain at the very core of your being." I knew I should have stopped him. But my willpower had vanished. Wave after warm chocolate wave was wafting over me. And now he was slightly pushing into me, just a little insistent. Our lips were barely touching. "Do you know how chocolate bars are actually made?" I hadn't a clue. And I was starting to pant, ever so slightly.

He was pushing himself more and more into me, and I was trying, I really was, to listen to his lecture. "All the ingredients are mixed under heat into molten chocolate. Then the chocolate has to be 'conched'. There is a smooth, long, granite hard roller that keeps the chocolate all stirred up and then grinds into the chocolate,further and further, to give the chocolate a very smooth feel. Good chocolates have to be 'conched' for many days. Cheap chocolates are only 'conched' for a few hours. "Really?" I managed to whisper as he began to move deep inside me faster and faster. "But I only am involved in 'conching" very fine chocolate." He placed a finger over my mouth. "Now, I want you to close your eyes, take a deep breath, and enjoy the oneness of chocolate desire." He began to pound into me, more and more. I was trying to thrust back with my hips, and I clawed at his shoulders, as I could feel myself sinking deeper into a sensuous cocoa fog. I could now feel the warmth of him flowing inside me. And I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. Very intensely. I laid back on his chest and rested in the warm, liquid chocolate.

Before I knew what was happening, we were out of the chocolate, and he had me under the shower, washing off the chocolate. He gently helped me towel off, and we started to make our way to the bed. And what a bed it was. A huge platform bed. Suspended from the ceiling with industrial chains.

I had finally gotten away from the chocolate. And I could feel my head clearing a little bit.

"Come on Gina, I'll help you get in." "There's more?" "Oh yes, Gina, we haven't even gotten through our required curriculum yet!" "Uh, uh, I need to take of something real quick like, uh, I just need to get it out of my purse. Just be a sec." I carefully removed a small box from my purse. I slowly walked back to the bed, where he was watching me, lying back with his hands behind his head.

"What do you have there, Sweetie?" "Uh, it's it's a little surprise." "A surprise for me?" "Yes, it's a little surprise for the teacher. Uh, would you do something for me? Would you close your eyes? Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." "Sure, sweetie."

I removed the silver bracelets from the box. And quickly slapped them on his wrists and locked him into one of the bed chains. I walked over to my purse to put the box away. And then I started to count.

Backwards. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. And before I could get to one, I could hear the handcuffs clinking close to my ear.

"Fuck you!" "Fuck you, you fucking Miguel!" I shouted as I whirled to face him.

Miguel had the dirtiest, filthiest grin on his face, and he had those handcuffs now dangling from his once again rigid member.

"I got you. I fucking got you! I said I fucking would, and now I fucking have." he triumphantly said. "Admit it, I got you good!"

I had to admit that he really had. I suddenly felt really sick.

"Now Gina, don't take it so hard. You were not gotten very easily. I had to plan all this for a very long time down to the smallest detail."

I almost forgot. He was a true professional at getting people. And paying attention to the tiniest details.

"I got you. Come on back to the bed now." "You can't be serious. You expect ME to get in there with YOU, and, and," "You just were with me! And you knew exactly who I was. You already had the handcuffs in your purse."

He had gotten me again. "I'll get in there on one condition. You get in there without the cuffs falling off, and I'm there."

He had me right where he wanted me. Right in that chained suspended bed. And those damned handcuffs didn't fall off.

"So tell me the truth. When did you know?" "It was a lot of little things. The poem about the forged lies. All those weird names. And phrases. And you used anagrams."

"Yes, I even impressed myself with the anagrams. Especially the ones of my name. A mini bugle. Gina I'm Blue. I thought it was so fucking cute that I could get your name from an anagram of my name."

"The Tony anagrams were good, too." "Yes, Marty Reinoz and the Razerim Corporation, those were good."

"So since when did you know so much about chocolate?" "Just doing research for this particular job." "You did all this just to get me?" "Oh, yes. I plotted this for months. And now, I want you to tell me what you liked best about this weekend."

"Well, the gifts were nice. And the limo. Mmmmm. I enjoyed going to the convention. I've liked hearing about the chocolate."

"And being in the chocolate too, eh?" "Well, yeah," "But the ultimate? Wasn't it being enveloped and enrobed by me in the warm chocolate?"

I just couldn't lie to him. Even if he was despicable. "No, Miguel. I have to admit it was something else."

"Something else?" "Yes, it was the sense of not knowing, of being"

"Intrigued?" "Yes, I was intrigued." "And that turned you on?" "Yeah, it really did." "You have a way of intriguing me, too. And now, Gina, break time is over, and it is time to go back to class. It is time again for intrigue. Chocolate intrigue."

He started nibbling my neck. Slowly working his way down, down. "You know the secret of truly expensive chocolate?" "No." I quietly spoke as I started to hold his head in my heads. "Ninety percent of cocoa beans come from ordinary cacao trees." He now was at the cleft between my breasts. "And ten percent of cacao beans from only rare criollo trees." He was now kissing one breast, and then the other. They are called El Rey Cocoa beans." He was kissing my stomach. "And the chocolate must be tempered by heating and cooling it in just the right way." He was gently stroking my thighs. "I have a bar of El Rey Bittersweet Chocolate Couverture. Open your lips for me." I looked down at him, panting and squirming. "No, sweetie, not those lips. These. The ones between your legs." He was stroking his fingers slowly inside me.

"Miguel, I don't, don't think I can take" "Sweetie, look here. I'm much bigger that this bar." I started to giggle. "You mean your mini bugle?" I started to laugh. "That's not funny!" "Oh, yes it is!" I was laughing hysterically now.

I soon found out he really was much bigger than the bar. He was kissing me and that chocolate bar. Over and over again. I was on fire. Chocolate fire. And I felt myself going over the edge. I was shamelessly moaning and writhing on that chained bed. My hands were imbedded in his long hair, and I stroked his forehead, and he paused to look up at me. I nodded at the question in his eyes. He took my hands away from his face and quickly pulled himself up, and without ceremony, shoved himself inside me.

I looked up to see and hear the chains rattling and the bed swaying from his heavy rocking thrusts. "Did you know," he gasped. "Spainards transformed chocolate by adding milk and sugar." The chains were yanking and pulling more and more. "Chocolate was served boiling hot in the 17th century Spanish court." We were both moaning now. "As I am going to serve you right now." Which he did.

He pushed himself to look down at me. "Gina, like the El Rey Chocolate, you're very rare too." "Why, Miguel, you almost sound nice." "It must be the chocolate fumes affecting me." "So, how did I do? What grade are you giving me?" "Grade? You haven't even taken the test!"

"Test? I didn't know there was going to be any test!" "Don't worry, Gina. We'll review everything that is going to be on the test. Over and over again, until you're completely confident. And besides, I grade on the curve!"

I passed the test. With distinction. Rare chocolate distinction.

Now we were finally even.

But not for long.