“Training” the Barista

We got settled in pretty well that afternoon. For the most part, we didn’t bring any sizable belongings. Most of my stuff was easily transferred and stored in the upper floor living spaces and garage. The girls didn’t have any need to bring their belongings. Ira technically didn’t own anything, and Amy was pretty easily convinced that she didn’t need anything but clothes and toiletries. The only significant thing we had to move in was the bike, and thankfully that went smoothly, and we kept it entirely out of sight of any onlookers.

We may have packed light, but that didn’t mean we were living poorly. The building looked fantastic. The bottom floor was airy, with tall ceilings and exposed insulated I-beams and columns. The exterior walls had been updated to a modern aesthetic with large windows and silver accents. The main entrance had a small lobby with a front desk that would need a receptionist. On the other side of the lobby was the cozy coffee shop. The coffee shop had a more subdued aesthetic than the main gym, with its dark accents and comfortable furnishings. I would need to hire a cashier and a barista to run it well if it got as busy as I felt it would.

The gym was spread out nicely with a wide range of decent equipment. I didn’t want any “smart” equipment or internet-of-things in my building. Too many things could go wrong, and I don’t trust the security aspect, especially with the skeletons in my closet.

There is one last door in the lobby; it is only accessible by keycard. It leads to a hallway with access to several decoy private gym rooms. The safe room and access to the stairway to the top floor are both behind secure doors at the end of the hallway. The safe room had a hidden biometric hand scanner built into the wall beside the door. It also had a keycard scanner as a second line of defense and a decoy to the primary locking mechanism. To begin with, I only programmed the scanner with my handprint, but I planned to give some of my girls access once I felt more comfortable.

The safe room wasn’t decorated or furnished yet. It still smelled of fresh concrete, a pungent earthy smell. The room was imposing with its monolithic dark grey concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. The only other color in the entire two-story dungeon was the black of the spiral stairs to the loft and the centerpiece of the whole gym, the sexercise bike. Even Amy and Ira looked uncomfortable in the imposing room. The first order of business would be to get some paint up and decorate it.

Our footsteps echoed as we made our way up to the loft area. On the far end was a bookshelf that hid a secret door to the upper-level living area. It also had a hidden biometric lock to unlock the sliding bookshelf and reveal the doorway. The loft was bare concrete with black metal railings. I planned to put down some flooring, a bed, and other special furnishings.

After unlocking the bookshelf, I led the girls to our new home. The secret door opened up into the large closet in the master bedroom. I wanted the door out of sight but quickly accessible. The master bedroom was nicely furnished with a big 4-poster bed and various other wooden pieces. The decorations weren’t what I would have chosen, but they were undoubtedly appealing to the average Southern housewife. Likely that’s the metric most southern interior decorators work off of.

The rest of the place was reasonably nice. A lot of compromises had to be made on furniture, cabinets, and other material due to the rapid renovation schedule. I wasn’t too terribly concerned. I had much prettier things to look at and keep me busy.

I spent a week letting my online job ads fill up with resumes while I worked on the finishing touches to the gym. The “training dungeon,” as we began calling it, was complete after much grueling work. We painted the concrete walls to match the scheme of the rest of the gym, epoxied the floor, and hung large mirrors on the walls. After moving some assorted workout equipment and yoga mats in there, it looked like a legitimate private training room… albeit with solid steel doors and high-security entry. The loft also came out nicely, and I intend to spend a lot of time working out some kinks there… so to speak.

With all the preparation work finally completed, I gave Amy the go-ahead to call my carefully selected candidates for employment. With the bike's power, I didn’t care too much about qualifications. I could make anyone be good at their job and devote themselves to continuously improving. That is except for one position. I needed a qualified personal trainer/fitness instructor to run the gym floor.

Erica Shawver will be filling that role. She had already come by after I offered her a salary she couldn’t refuse. I stole her from a popular gym in a nearby suburb. Erica is in her mid-30s, very tall, and very muscular. She’s not at all my type, which is why she is a great fit. In her interview, I had her ride the bike as slowly as possible and simply commanded her to be the best fitness director she could, ensure her secrecy, ensure her obliviousness to unusual occurrences, always defer to my judgment, and of course, accept a slight pay cut. Her AQI was right at 100%, so she seemed mostly normal after she was off the bike for a few minutes.

The other employees would be much more fun. I needed two baristas, a maid, and another receptionist/office assistant. The barista job received dozens of applications even after narrowing the list down to college girls. After finding their social media profiles, one really stood out.

Kara Lee walked through the large glass doors right on time. She looked hot, and she knew it. She had an aura of confidence around her, the kind someone gets when they make thousands of dollars sharing risqué photos of themselves on the internet. She was petite but stacked. Her hair was dyed a deep shade of fuchsia with slight ombré quality. It worked for her and probably helped make some bank with the anime crowd on her… fan page.

“You must be David,” she stated and held out her hand. “I’m Kara!”

“Nice to meet you, Kara,” I said As I shook her smooth and pale hand. She was dressed rather casually for a job interview. She had a pair of mint green pants coupled with a black tank top. Both showed her figure well, and I took a lot of control not to admire it.

*(Above is an image from my private Porn Pen AI account. Let me know if the link breaks. This is an experiment)*

“Follow me to the coffee shop, and we can talk while I show you around.”

I led her through the doors into the quiet, dim atmosphere of the empty shop. “So, this is where you would be working,” I said while leading her around the shop. “I’m planning to start with a simple menu of reasonably priced coffees, lattes, and teas. If that works out well, we will look into expanding to more options like smoothies, protein shakes, and such.”

Kara strode straight to behind the bar and started looking closely at all the equipment. “This will work,” she said nonchalantly. “It’s not as high quality as what we had when I worked at Starbrews, but usable.”

“That’s right! I saw on your resume that you worked as an assistant barista a couple of years ago.”

“Yeah, but I basically did all the work, “she said with a hint of venom. “I worked there a year and then got into… photography, and I’m making more money than any of those people at Starbrews.”

I quickly caught the vibe that this girl was quite conceited and almost certainly unhireable without some tweaks to her… personality.

“So why do you want to work here?” I asked.

“Your pay rate is actually close to what I’m worth as an employee… for once.”

The pay rate was set solely to attract a lot of resumes. I listed the pay rate over 200% above the industry standard for all available positions. I could clearly tell this girl wasn’t worth anywhere near the pay rate, or the industry standard rate for that matter.

“Yes, I set a competitive pay rate, but I will expect as close to possible to 40 hours a week in work time,” I replied pointedly just to gauge her reaction. “I know that’s a lot for a student, but the pay and benefits will make it worthwhile. I will also allow you to study any time you have downtime.”

She paused for a minute as if trying to formulate an ambiguous response that would still get her the job. I wasn’t surprised when my instinct was correct.

“Yeah, I’m only taking 9 hours this semester. I should be able to handle that most weeks.”

With that out of the way, I went through the motions of showing her the rest of the gym. I felt butterflies in my stomach like a kid in school again about to ask a crush out. Only this time, this wasn’t a crush. Nervous anticipation is an invigorating feeling. It’s like standing on a tightrope between fearful anxiety and pure giddiness. Fight and flight combined with excitement really makes the mind sharp and gets the blood pumping.

I struggled to keep a slow pace as I led her to the private training rooms. I surreptitiously touched the hidden biometric scanner and opened the door for Kara.

Kara strode through the door confidently, and the door to her past life crisply shut and locked behind us with a dull clink.

“This here is my favorite room in the building,” I informed Kara as she admired the huge mirrors and spiral staircase. “This is a private fitness room that employees will have access to. We will occasionally use it for VIP clients too.”

“It smells like dirt in here,” she said nonchalantly. “But, I could see myself using this.”

I refrained from rolling my eyes at the rude girl. I wanted to inform her that concrete is mostly sand and gravel… so dirt, but I just kept my smile on. Her attitude would be better soon.

Without waiting for my response, she headed straight for the spiral staircase. “Before we go up there, take a look at this bike. This is state of the art; pretty much only celebrities have these so far,” I attempted to appeal to her vanity. “Give it a try, and you’ll see why it costs more than a house.”

She let out a harumph, but I could tell she was hooked. She ran her fingers along the titanium silhouette of the bike and then hopped up on it like she owned it.

“It definitely looks nice,” she said as she struggled to find a comfortable seating position, “but what makes it so special?”

I stepped alongside her and pointed to the screen. “Just look closely at this screen and pedal as quickly as you can. I don’t want to spoil the surprise!”

She started off pedaling, and I knew immediately that something wasn’t quite right. She didn’t react with sudden pleasurable shock when she first started pedaling. I knew I had set the bike up beforehand. The arousal and mind control settings were activated.

I looked down and realized her pants were a particularly thick material. Her movement was restricted, and I’m sure the insulative properties of the canvas-like material weren’t helping the effectiveness of the bike.

“Oh… Oh wow,” She gasped. “This bike does feel mmm very uh unique, and the spirals on the screen… so pretty! I need to pedal faster, I think.”

I hazarded a glance at the bike’s screen. The spirals almost drew me in. In a split second, I felt myself pulled towards them. They were so bright… so intriguing… I pulled my eyes away from the screen quickly and shook my head clear. It seemed the bike was trying to compensate for the barrier between her and the seat with more potent hypnotic visuals.

I lowered the pedal resistance to a minimum and smiled as her determined gaze faded slowly closer to vacant and blissful.

Beep beep… beep beep! The bike began emitting a high-pitched tone in sequence. I could still see spirals reflected in Kara’s pale skin, so I wouldn’t risk rechecking the screen. It sounded like an error code to me, though.

Kara looked about halfway as blissed out as the other girls I’d had on the bike. It was clearly working, maybe not enough, though.

I jogged up the spiral staircase to the loft. I had my instruction booklet hidden there. The whirr of the bike wheels did not change, so I was not worried yet.

I flipped to the troubleshooting section and found audible alarms listed. The appropriate section read:

Indication - 2 rapid beeps followed by a long pause.

Problem - Subject’s Acquisition Response is below the minimum expected for convergence to 100% AQI.

Cause - this alert is generally too high of a pedal resistance being set. It is also commonly caused by excessive obstruction between the subject’s vulva and the seat. On rare occasions, insufficient vaginal lubrication may cause this condition.

Solutions:

1. Lower the pedal resistance setting until the condition clears
2. If possible, remove the subject's clothes and any other obstructions without lifting them off of the seat. Scissors may be used to remove clothing easily. It is recommended to wear electrician's gloves to avoid high voltage shocks near the seat.
3. Pouring water onto the seat and into the subject's pants will increase electrical stimulation through non-waterproof materials.
4. If removal of clothes was impossible in-situ, the subject could be commanded to step off of the bike while maintaining constant eye contact with the main screen. It is imperative that the subject's eyes never leave the main screen. The user shall also avoid loud noises, sudden movements, and physical contact. The user shall command the subject to slowly remove the offending articles of clothing while keeping eye contact with the screen. Then command the subject to slowly return to pedaling on the bike.

Warning: Do not command the subject to remove any clothing that will block their vision for any amount of time. Tops can be removed only while pedaling on the bike. Any variance from this procedure is against the MKU terms of service and will result in swift penalties.

I had a pair of scissors just for the purpose of cutting clothes off, but cutting off pants would be brutal and likely impossible on Kara while her legs pumped. Panties and short shorts, maybe, but those thick pants, absolutely not.

I didn’t want to leave the room unattended to grab water, which left the risky, but exhilarating option.

Looking down from the loft railing at Kara still pedaling in place, I smirked and said, “Well, it’s not like you can go anywhere, Kara…”

My girls had helped me stock up on lingerie and other sexy clothing to fill the drawers and wardrobe in the loft. We had just gotten it all organized. I quickly grabbed a cute “gym” outfit that would accentuate Kara’s features well.

After returning to Kara, I asked, “Kara, can you hear me?”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned.

“Good, good. I need you to listen to me and follow my instructions. Can you do that for me”

“Yesssssss,” she sighed.

“Ok, listen carefully. Get off the bike, but keep your eyes on the screen.” I ordered her slowly and deliberately. “Don’t look away, don’t even blink. Once you are off, you will take off your pants and panties without looking away from the screen. Obey if you understand!”

With a groan that almost sounded of annoyance, Kara stopped pedaling and slowly stepped off of the bike. Her head stayed swiveled straight at the screen.

The spirals brightened significantly in my peripheral vision. I took care not to glance their way.

Kara slowly unbuttoned her pants and then grabbed the waistband. She slowly rolled her pants and underwear down along the curve of her creamy white buttocks. She then let go, and they feel to the floor. I could tell she was struggling to find a way to take them the rest of the way off without looking away. The stress was building in her gaze.

Quickly and soothingly, I said, “Good job, now let me help you remove your shoes and pants. Keep your eyes on the screen and just lift your leg when I tell you to, ok?”

“Okay.” She replied with relief and tranquility, slowly returning to her posture.

I gently removed her shoes and pulled off her pants slowly while subtly supporting her weight. Quickly, I grabbed the bottoms I wanted to see her wear. They were thin to the point of being see-through and definitely closer to underwear than workout attire.

As I guided her legs into the bottoms, she slightly lost her balance and then gasped.

“Whaaaa… what’s going…”

“Nothing,” I interrupted while smoothly pulling up her new bottoms and grasping behind her neck below her ears. “Everything is just fine. Look at the bike screen. It explains everything, Kara.”

“But… why…” she sputtered confusedly.

Her resistance against my hands, pointing her head towards the screen, quickly diminished.

“Shhhhh, just relax and watch the pretty lights,” I spoke in a bad copy of a hypnotist tone. “Let me help you get more comfortable. Sit down on the bike for me, Kara.”

“Oh… okay… I can see them closer there.”

“Yes, just get closer and watch the pretty spirals,” I said with relief as she clambered onto the bike.

She just sat there mesmerized without pedaling. I finally realized she needed me to tell her to pedal.

Her legs began pumping rapidly at the minimum resistance level I had set. I could tell the bike was working well this time. Kara’s head tilted back briefly as she let out a loud moan of pleasure. I’m sure her eyes would have stayed rolled back in her overloaded little head if the spirals on the screen didn’t beckon their attention back so forcefully.

“Good girl! keep pedaling faster!” I exclaimed in perverse joy. “Lift your arms for me so I can put on a new top for you to cycle in.”

She lifted her arms, and I quickly yanked off her shirt and bra. I replaced them with a sheer black and pink top that resembled a sports bra but with none of the support. Her tits and erect nipples looked fantastic dressed up for her workout.

The “acquisition” process was where I had the most fun. Something about watching each new girl essentially brainwash themselves using their own muscles just scratched some itch in the dark depths of my mind. That itch is why I’d never be happy just keeping the girls I have and shutting down the bike. I’m smart enough to know it will likely lead to my downfall… but until then…

A particularly powerful orgasm interrupted my musings. She was close to the end; I could feel it. The process was moving incredibly fast for her first time. I figured her AQI would be high, and I was hoping near 200%. I wanted to see a high number partly for science and somewhat since she made me work so hard to brainwash her. I didn’t bother raising the minimum pedal resistance to slow her down. Watching her impressive bust busily bounce under the sheer crop top and the wet spot on her tight bottoms grow more and more was enough reason to keep it fast.

A few seconds later, Kara’s body tensed in a silent exclamation of pleasure, and the bright red screen flashed upon her wide blank eyes.

“Huh, not the usual loud scream from you like most girls at the end,” I thought as I walked up to view the screen.

"Subject acquisition complete! AQ intensity rating 200% (MAX on current mode). Subject ready to accept commands. State the subject's designation to continue..." was displayed on the green-tinted screen.

“Oh, Kara, it looks like me, and you are going to have some fun, huh?”

“Yes, master, how may I serve you?” She replied monotonically with her programmed response.