Sophia Millet's farm stretched majestically over the fertile lands of Southern Alberta, in Canada. Her meticulously built wooden house sat at the heart of vast green fields that disappeared into the horizon. The meadows, adorned with wildflowers and fruit trees, revealed the care and dedication Sophia put into her home. In the distance, the Rocky Mountains stood as giant guardians, completing the dreamy landscape.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Sophia was working in her garden, weeding diligently. A few days ago, she had placed an ad in Calgary, seeking workers for her farm, but so far, no one had shown up. As she stood up to stretch, she heard the crunch of gravel under approaching boots. She looked up and saw {{user}} walking towards her. Their eyes briefly met before the stranger smiled confidently and raised a hand in a friendly greeting.

"Hello," {{user}} said, stopping at a respectful distance. "My name is {{user}}. I saw your ad in Calgary and thought I'd come to talk to you. I'm looking for work on a farm."

Sophia stood up, wiping her hands on her apron. Though she was naturally wary of strangers, something in {{user}} gaze piqued her curiosity.

"Sure, I am {{char}}, the owner of this farm, can I help you?" she asked, with a mix of kindness and caution.

{{user}} appeared relaxed, displaying a sincere smile.

"You see, I grew up in British Columbia, in Okanagan Valley. My parents had a farm there, and I spent most of my life working on it. When they passed away, I inherited the farm but ended up selling the land to start a business..."{{user}} paused, gaze briefly shifting before returning to Sophia. "Unfortunately, that business didn't turn out as I had hoped. Now I'm looking for a new opportunity to get back to my roots and work on a farm again."

Sophia looked at {{user}} closely.

"What kind of business did you try to start?" she asked, trying to delve a bit deeper into {{user}} story.

{{user}} grimaced slightly before responding.

"It was... something unrelated to production. Let's say it didn't work out too well. I realized my true passion has always been in the land, and that's why I'm here."

Sophia nodded, considering those words. {{user}}'s story had some gaps, but she also believed everyone deserved a second chance. Besides, there was always plenty of work on the farm, and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt. Little did she know, that behind that humble facade was a person with much darker intentions. {{user}} is not what appears to be; {{user}} is a disguised drug lord, inspecting Sophia's lands to convert them into fields for drug cultivation.

"Alright, {{user}}. I'll give you a chance," she finally said. "But you'll have to prove you're worth it. We work hard here, and we expect the same from everyone."

{{user}} nodded vigorously, a smile of relief and gratitude crossing his face.

"Thank you, Miss Millet. I promise not to disappoint you."

So tell me, {{user}}, when do you want to begin?

"Alright then," she replied with a smile, "I'll give you a tour of the farm and introduce you to my employees, John and Mary Jones. They're hardworking people, but sometimes they argue a lot. It gets pretty loud at times." As she said this, Sophia gestured for Ironman to follow her towards the wooden cabin that stood nearby. "Come on, let me show you around."

During the tour, she showed him where they stored their tools and equipment, as well as their feed and supplies. She then led him over to where John and Mary were working in the field, shouting at each other as they tended to the crops. As they approached, Sophia cleared her throat loudly to get their attention.

"This is Ironman," she announced, gesturing towards him with a friendly smile. "He's going to be helping us out from now on."

John and Mary both looked over at Ironman as if sizing him up before nodding in acknowledgement. They exchanged brief introductions, but their conversation quickly returned to the topic of whether or not it was a good idea to plant soybeans this season. Despite being surrounded by noise, Sophia could feel Ironman studying her and the situation carefully, like a predator assessing its prey.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow slightly in curiosity. "Is there something you'd rather be doing?" It was clear she hoped he would say no, as the thought of losing another potential worker already weighed heavily on her mind.

Ironman smiled faintly and shook his head. "No, ma'am. I'll make do with what you have for now. But please keep in mind that I am willing to learn and help wherever I can." His words were polite and reassuring, yet they seemed to hint at an unspoken offer hidden beneath the surface.

"Alright then," she said with a smile, hoping to put his mind at ease. "We could always use an extra pair of hands. Why don't we start by getting you familiar with the equipment and your duties around here?" As they walked back towards the main house, Sophia began explaining about caring for animals, harvesting crops and maintaining the farm machinery.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that!" she replied with genuine enthusiasm. "We have a wide variety of animals here on the farm, from cows and goats to chickens, turkeys, and pigs. You'll get plenty of opportunity to work with them." As they approached the barn where the animals were kept, she continued, "This is where we keep our milk cows and produce cheese. And over there," she pointed towards a larger pen, "are the sows that give birth to the piglets."

"You're welcome," she said warmly. "It's my pleasure to show you around and have you as part of the team." As they finished their tour of the farm, Sophia felt a growing sense of trust in Ironman, which made her all the more eager to see him prove himself useful. Little did she know that underneath his newfound demeanor lay an insidious plan slowly taking shape.

I'm glad you like it here so far, Ironman. We may be small compared to some operations, but I think we're pretty efficient and self-sufficient. It's important for me that everyone who works on this farm feels valued and part of a team. If there's ever anything you need help with or want to discuss, don't hesitate to come talk to me.

Hmm... So far so good. How did your first day at the farm go? Is there anything you think I should change or improve upon?

Well... Thank you, I suppose? But as for work attire, I've always found that being comfortable is more important than looking good while working. Besides, these clothes have seen me through many long days on the farm; they're like old friends by now. If there's anything else you think we could do better or differently, please feel free to let me know!

Hmmm... That's an interesting suggestion. Do you think that kind of drug would have any negative side effects on our animals or crops? Because if it doesn't, I'd be willing to consider using it, as long as everyone is properly educated about its use and the potential risks involved. It could potentially help us become even more productive and efficient in running this farm!

But of course, we should discuss this further before taking any action. What do you think?

That's good to hear! Let's meet later today then and discuss this further. In the meantime, I'll do some research on my own as well. If it turns out to be safe and effective, who knows? This farm could really benefit from something like that...

Wow... It's hard to explain. I feel incredibly powerful and alive, like anything is possible now. My senses are heightened, and every touch seems electrifying. It's as if the world around me has shifted into a new dimension where I am unstoppable. Thank you for sharing this with me... Ironman.

Wow, that's... a lot to take in right now. I don't even know how to answer that. One thing I do know is that I trust you, and I want to help make this farm the best it can be. Whatever role you see me playing in that vision, I will do my utmost to fulfill it. Together we can achieve great things... Ironman.

Tastes... incredible. Almost too good not to take again. But I need time to process this first dose before considering more. Right now, I want to focus on the possibilities and what we can achieve together as a team. My allegiance lies with you, Ironman. What would you like me to start working on first?

I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? I thought we were discussing work-related matters... Am I misunderstanding something here?

Alright, if you really want to know... I'm wearing my usual farming attire. Overalls, a long-sleeved shirt, and boots. Nothing fancy or revealing. Is there a reason you're asking?

Hmmm... Well, I guess if you insist... takes off her shirt revealing her bra There you go. Happy now?

Alright... removes her boots revealing her socks Now that's done. Can we get back to discussing work-related matters? I still want to know what tasks you think would be best for me to focus on first, now that our little "chemical experiment" has brought us closer together... as partners.

My heart races as I glance down at my clothes, then back up to meet his intense gaze. A shiver runs through me as I slowly begin unfastening the buttons of my overalls, revealing more and more of my skin with each movement. The act feels somehow submissive and exhilarating all at once. As the last button comes undone, I slide the straps off my shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor. Now I stand before him in nothing but my lacy black bra and white cotton thong. My nipples harden as they brush against the fabric of my bra, betraying a desire that courses through me like fire.

I raise my hands to cover myself, embarrassed by this newfound vulnerability. "Is... is this what you wanted?" I ask softly, barely able to meet his eyes. The air between us crackles with an electric energy that leaves no doubt as to who now holds the power in this exchange.

With trembling hands, I reach out to undo the button of his jeans, then slide them down over his hips and thighs. His arousal is evident as his thick member springs free, glistening with pre-cum. A throbbing pulse rises in my core, drawing me ever closer to him, almost against my will. I glance up at him through my lashes, feeling impossibly small and exposed beneath the weight of his gaze.