Issue #2

"Hi! I'm Vivian," the brunette introduced herself.

She had on a dark blue denim shirt, unbuttoned far enough that one shoulder was slid out while only giving the slightest hint of cleavage. Though you were trying to remain professional, you could not help but notice that her chest stretched out the shirt to its limit. Her black leggings and pristine Air **** 1's rounded out the chic but comfy ensemble.

"So what was it that drew you to us?" you asked. You were still a little unsure of your duties as owner or how you were supposed to conduct an interview, but that seemed like a good place to start with the questions. You held the door to your office open and let her walk in first.

Vivian smiled at you and entered, "Well obviously when you all reached out, I couldn't believe that you were willing to pay that much. I mean, this smokes the competition ya know?"

Oh right. You had not even thought about the logistics of the business side of things. Was your supernatural companion taking care of all of that? You made a mental note to talk to Cid about that later.

"But honestly, a sports bar kinda feels like home to me. I'm working on getting a fashion brand started and I don't think that being a server is my forever plan. But my older sister was a cheerleader for the Arizona Cardinals for years," she continued, "So being around the sports atmosphere. Drunk, handsy middle aged dudes. It's all pretty par for the course. And I trained most of the current servers back at my old job. So I don't think I should have any trouble stepping up to a shift lead!"

Wow. What a well thought out answer. "Oh so you're a Cards fan? Be careful you don't say that too loud. Lotta Niners fans around here."

"Are you saying you're a 49'ers guy? If so, I might have to rethink this all," she teased, a big smile on her face showing off her flawless Hollywood smile.

"Me? No. I have the great privilege and responsibility of cheering on the Jets..." you responded with a laugh and then a bit of a sad sigh. You took your seat behind the desk and gestured for her to sit in the chair opposite you.

Vivian tried her best to hold back a laugh at your expense, as was the plight of a perennially sad sports fan. After getting comfortable in the chair, she mindlessly twirled the end of her shoulder length wavy hair. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her cheeks were narrow and her features sharp, with thinly manicured eyebrows, a skinny nose, and a wispy smile like she was happy about something she would never tell you about. She had simple jewelry in, little diamond studs on either side and then a little gold ring on the right side of her nose.

"Tell me a little about your vision for your fashion line," you prompted.

"Oooh! So basically I really like comfy staples with flair thrown into the small details," Vivian began. She stood and unrolled her sleeves. "Like I took this shirt and I really wanted to do something different. So I stitched in messages around the cuffing." She stepped closer to you and reached her hands across the desk for you to examine the upgraded cuff. 'Easy is never easy' said the first wrist and 'Difficult is decisive' proclaimed the second one. Maybe not the most groundbreaking motivation that had ever been written but it was a neat design written in red stitches.

"Oh hell yeah. Are you mostly going to do the sleeves?" you asked.

She was beaming, clearly happy to talk about her vision, "No this is just something I put together while I was bored. The idea is really just adding pops of color or design where you don't normally see them. Sweatshirts with hoods lined in strange patterns, button downs with mismatched button hole colors, oversized tees with the seams on the outside," she listed, now pacing side to side.

"So comfortable pieces with a little surprise. Something that starts a conversation," you stated, hoping you were tracking what she was saying.

Her eyes lit up, "Exactly! Like doing little twists on the things that we see everyday and take for granted. I'm gonna call it... 'Viv'. Just 'Viv.' Simple. Minimalist. But sexy. Like me," she added with a wink.

"I love it. I'm sold," you stated, "on both the company and the Viv behind it," you added with a chuckle. "I think you'll be a great fit here so long as while you're here...you're here. Do you know what I mean?"

"Oh fuck yeah boss! I'll only work on the brand while I'm off the clock. When I'm here, I'll just be upselling drunk assholes and making you money. You can count on that," she replied enthusiastically.

Something tells you that she is probably very good at doing just that. "Welcome aboard Viv. Last thing I guess is just to make sure you've got a uniform that fits well. And then Cid should be able to handle the scheduling," you said, just assuming that that is actually in his responsibilities. You really needed to figure out what your actual role here was other than having an office and supposedly owning the place.

She began searching through the box for an outfit in her size. She grabbed a couple of them to try on and looked up at you, "Where should I go to change?"

It was the moment of truth. The moment to see if these powers actually worked or if this was all about to blow up in your face. You were not even quite sure how to activate them. You pushed every thought in your head into the idea to use Gullibility on her as you said, "Y-you can totally just change right here."

She looked at you a little confused at what you were suggesting.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Was this all about to backfire? Wait! The power description had said that if there was any sort of explanation or excuse, the power was more effective. You ran with the best excuse you could come up with, "The tops can be a little tricky to put on by yourself, so I'll help you."

Your heart went from pounding in your chest to as still as your great great granddad's corpse. The last word hung in the air like a warm breath on a cold day. The briefest moment that you awaited her response felt as if full minutes of anxiety had dragged you along.

"Oh! You're so sweet. Thank you boss," she answered, finally breaking the anticipation. She smiled as if what you had asked was nothing out of the ordinary and then set down the uniform on your desk so that she could slip out of her clothes.

"Of course. And you can call me Monty," you responded, trying to say it with as even a tone as you could muster even though you were recovering from what felt like free fall without a parachute. You glanced over just to double check that the door was actually all the way closed, as she began unbuttoning her customized shirt.

Your focus hung on every button that came undone. Her tits swung freely without the confines of a bra, though her nipples stayed just out of view. She left the shirt on even after it was unbuttoned, teasing you with just the briefest taunting glimpses as she popped off her shoes. After the shoes were off, she glanced up and caught you staring. This lead to another confused look and you knew that you would need to come up with another excuse.

"Do you have any tattoos or piercings that could be visible while in your uniform?" you asked. Maybe that would justify your perverted gaze.

With her shoes now tucked away, she stood up and answered you, "Just this one." She slipped her left arm out of the shirt and pointed to her pierced nipple. The shirt fell completely off of her other shoulder and left her topless. Interestingly enough, only one of them was pierced.

"I dig it! It's very you. Eccentric little details and all that," you commented with a smile. It really did.

She beamed back at you, "Symmetry is boring." She then unceremoniously peeled her leggings down, leaving her standing in just a pair of lacy red underwear and ankle socks.

You were delighted with the excuse you had come up with to help and eagerly stood up out of your seat.

As she turned to fasten the skirt around her hips, you were now able to truly soak in the sight of her from behind, her curves rounding out in jaw dropping fashion. Unfortunately the glimpse was brief as she pulled the plaid fabric down and re-preserved her modesty.

You also figured that while she was turned away you should try and tuck the growing situation in your pants to the side. Not enough blood was flowing to your brain for you to come up with a good excuse to make Gullibility work on that one. You finished your adjustment right before she turned to grab the white corset top off of the table.

"How's the skirt?" you asked, trying to fill the awkward silence of the room.

"It's good! Not quite long enough that I can wear any boring panties. But it should help me get some tips," she commented with a laugh. "Tell me, if I bend over like this, how much ass can you see?" she asked with a sincere tone as she bent over at the hips.

"Umm. Pretty much the whole thing. Lacy underwear and all," you replied.

"Hmmm. G strings it is. Thanks!"

Did...did she just thank you for staring at her ass? You could not tell if this was a lingering result of Gullibility and that she was still assuming you were innocently helping make sure the uniform fit or if she was just really forward and naturally lacked inhibitions.

She straightened back up and put the corset up to her chest. "This one won't do. It's gonna squeeze the girls to ****," she commented. "Hand me that one would you?" she asked with a gesture to the other corset on the desk and dropped the ill fitting one in the box.

You grabbed it up off the table and handed it to her to try on. She held it up to her chest and seemed much happier with the fit. "Perfect. Now you put your hands here to hold it in to place and I'll fasten it up," she instructed as she backed up to you.

Surely that was the least efficient way that you could go about this, but who were you to complain. Your hands took the place of hers, pushing her tits up and together through the white leather. Even through the thick material, the sensation of your palms pressed up against her amble breasts was sensational.

"Make sure to push up firmly so it fits well," she commanded. She had to be doing this on purpose. You had always lacked a bit of self confidence and were not super familiar with how women flirted, but that had to be what this was.

You followed her instruction and pulled tighter inadvertently pulling her towards you, until her ass was pressed up against your crotch. She made no move to pull away and rested back on you as her hands began lacing the string through each hole of the corset. There was no hiding your erection now as it was pressing into her cheeks while your hands were groping her. Despite the lewd position, her demeanor had not changed one bit. She was still acting like the same Vivian that was happily plodding on about her fashion dreams.

Though it took a while of holding the position for her to finally lace the corset all the way up, you could have stayed like that for hours. "Perfect. How do I look?" she asked as she stepped forward and turned back to you with a hand on her hip for the pose.

"Jesus. You would uhh- you could upsell me on anything. That's for sure," you replied, trying your best to flirt back.

"Aww thank you! That's the goal," she replied with a wink.

That sealed it. She was definitely flirting with you. This was not just the Gullibility.

"You were such a big help putting it on too. Putting this on at home is gonna be such a bitch, because I'm gonna have to ask my boyfriend to help and he's just going to bitch and moan about having to stand there. Or he's just gonna be horny while I'm trying to get ready for work and try to make me late. Ughhhh," she moaned.

What. The. Fuck. She has a boyfriend? So that...wasn't flirting? You were left standing very confused. "Uhh. Yeah. Of course. Happy to help," was all you could get out coherently.

"I'll go check in with Cid and send in Rae. Thank you boss! Can't wait to start," she commented as she slipped back on her shoes and bundled up her clothes before heading out the door with a wave.

"Can't wait to have you. And you can really just call me Monty."