You remember rides in Lindsey car from back when the two of you were dating. Lindsey had owned her own house for years now and that was where the two of you used to hang out a lot during your short relationship. The house had officially belonged to her step father, but since he was now a part of Lindsey, in the eyes of the law the house was now hers. Lindsey’s mother was one of few women who was not vore capable, which meant that since a young age Lindsey had been a frequent depository for all of her mother’s ex-boyfriends. Add Lindsey’s own ex-boyfriends to that list, as well as assorted friends and strangers, and Lindsey was in no way new to vore.
The conversation in the car ride is mostly idle chatter, catching up on the happenings of the last few months since you last saw her. She tells you about her latest work drama (which includes an implicit voring of a boss) and you politely listen in asking questions where appropriate. You figure if you can keep her talking about work and school that your life expectancy is going to increase.
“I’m thinking that when I graduate, though, I’m going to quit work there and start my own business.” She says. You continue to nod and feign interest.
“What are you thinking about doing?” You ask.
“I want to be a digestion planner.” She says. You stare back blankly.
“A what?”
“Like, you know how people hire wedding planners if they want to have a really good wedding? It’s the same thing except with digestions.” She explains. “If a couple has been together for a long time or if they just really want it to be a special thing then you work with them to plan everything.”
So much for keeping the topic away from vore, you think, as you try to think of appropriate questions to ask.
“Like what kinds of stuff do you plan?”
“You help them send out announcements and stuff like that. Sometimes people want to have a public digestion with friends and family there, sometimes it’s private. Help them decide what type of vore is best for them, help them get everything just perfect. It takes a lot of planning to have a good digestion.” She says as she parks the jeep in her driveway. You’d been so thrown by the conversation that you didn’t even realize that you were here.
“Come inside,” she says “I’ll show you everything, it’s so much fun.”
“I was thinking that we could…” You begin your effort to derail her, but she’ll have none of it.
“Nope.” She says firmly but sweetly. “You’re not flaking out on me again. I’m in charge tonight.” She reaches over and tickles your side playfully as she undoes her seatbelt. “Come on, we’re planning your digestion.” She says as she gets out of the car.