Andrea is looking to expose a strange factory on their blueberry practices, especially after her friend Alexa vanished.  But sneaking into the factory after hours isn't the way to go about it unless you want a one way trip to the juicy side of life.  (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier and contains blueberry inflation and some blueberry sexual scenes.)

“Everything okay, miss?”

              “Sorry.”  She reached down and grabbed her phone.  “Eww.”  She shook the blueberry juice off her hand.  “Alexa, how did you get like this?  I have been so worried about you!”

              “You have?  I thought you said you were a news reporter.”  Alexa narrowed her eyes.  “Wait.  Your Andrea.”  She giggled.  “I have missed you.  But umm. . . you really should go and decontaminate.”

              “What are you talking about?”

              “The juice you just got on your hand.  My juice.  Umm, the workers here say raw blueberry juice like what has been coming out of me is very. . . contagious.”

              Andrea laughed.  “I don’t know what that means.  I already wiped it off, so I should be fine.”  Her hand was slowly turning blue.  “Now, please tell me what they have been doing to you.  I need to know everything so I can expose this place wide open!  Do you hear me?”

              Alexa giggled.  “I think you are going to find out firsthand.”