Called Into Work Early

The intro of Kanye West’s “On Sight” blared loudly in my room. My eyes blinked open as I reached around to fumble in and around my pockets to turn off my alarm. “Fuck… just five more minutes,” I begrudgingly groaned as I say up out of bed. Another day with my nose to grindstone it seemed. I didn’t think I’d hold this job for longer than a couple months, but it was coming up on a year and a half and I…

Wait what the fuck? I sat bolt upright in bed, wide awake. There had been a succubus! In my apartment! And she read my mind! Oh god, she read my mind. And she mentioned the app, and she snapped her fingers and made me fall asleep and she was stressed about work and…

“Oh,” I said, the realization cutting through my train of thought like a circular saw. “It was a dream? Yeah… yeah, it was a dream, it must have been, right?”

My intense confusion on the existential question of “What truly is real?” was cut short by The Voidz’s “Business Dog” beginning, just as loudly as the first song. Seriously? I had just wasted a bunch of time thinking about some lewd dream. This is NOT what I meant by “five more minutes.”

You don’t need to hear this part, but I texted Maddie, she had been out with a friend and was still chilling at their place, got dressed, and rode the bus to work. It really wasn’t so far, and I had a bike that I think at one point I *intended* to use but, I digress.

I walked in the back door and casually punched in my time card. An oh-so-familiar voice dripped with malice, saying, “You’re late.”

“Hello to you too, Anita.” She stood a few feet behind me, arms crossed, mouth soft and warm. Wait, what? I continued, “What do you care if I’m late? No one else is here yet and it’s coming out of *my* paycheck anyway.”

She raised her chin in an air of mock propriety, “It sets a bad example.”

I rolled my eyes and walked by her, intending to work so she’d get the hint and annoy someone else, “Oh jeez, what will the other minimum wage dropouts think if their hero is…” I checked my phone, “6 minutes late?”

She uncrossed her arms and stepped closer, her presence intimidating even though I was a good foot and a half taller than her. “If you’re late one more time, or I catch you slacking off, or you give me ANY reason to…”

She leaned past me, stood on her toes, and whispered into my ear, “I will fire you and never. look back.”

My cock twitched.

All I could say was, “Yeah, mhmm, got it.” I needed her far away from me, right now. One, I was just generally annoyed, and two, a pretty god damn substantial reason to fire me was just a couple inches away from her thighs.

She did back off, a smirk on her face. She gave me a confident, “Hmph,” in celebration of her victory. She flipped her short hair around and walked away, and yes, the dream and the chewing out had maybe gotten me a bit horny, but I swear to god, her ass swayed just a little bit more as she walked away. I turned to my workstation and thought, “She probably got off to that little show of domination. Sick bitch.”

My cock twitched again.

I started thinking about that succubus. What was she talking about? The app from last night? I opened up my phone, work almost all but forgotten, and the app was still there.

Huh, I guess only parts of the dream were real. God I sure hope the dishes are still done when I get back home. That’d be pretty fucked up to dream about the whole process and not have actually done it. What was I doing? Oh right, candy crush 2.

The game was still unavailable, I had 15 and a half hours left until I could play again, but a new option was open in the menus: “Custom Girls”.

“Wait, if Custom Girls isn’t the bejeweled ripoff,” I thought, tentatively lifting my finger and tapping the button, “Just what is it?”

Immediately, I was shocked to see what I found. [Anita White] was displayed and highlighted in pink. It was early, and the store was empty, except for a male janitor that I knew was in the bathroom, so the game’s apparent 20 meter range was accurate.

Choosing her name because, well, duh, I found lists upon lists of options, 95% of which were greyed out. It was like an upgrade tree, with branches and branches of perverted options that unlocked as you bought more. They were mostly separate (Ass, breasts, legs, speech, other) but there was a good amount of overlap.

Scrolling through the options available to me right now though, I saw I had 30 gems, and that most starter choices cost two.

“What the fuck,” I whispered under my breath, noticing the avatar displayed on the screen. It was just like her! Well, like a Chibi version of her, but the hair, the body, hell, even the outfit matched. I looked over to see that she was wearing the same work uniform, with a matching Pierce The Veil sticker on the sleeve of the avatar.

“What the fuck,” I repeated, yet again. What had I stumbled upon? Every option was sexual, or at least, would lead to something sexual, but the ones open to me were fairly straight forward. For “ass” there were some that increased size, made her bend over, and made her ignore looks to her ass.

“What the fuck,” I honestly was speechless. Who in the hell made this app?

Well, I had gems to spare, so to be safe, I bough- wait, 30? The game seemed to notice my confusion, and brought up a tooltip that said “Worried about running out of gems? Don’t worry! You’ll get 10 at midnight every night, and the opportunity for more through playing with the Custom Girls and Our Gem Match mini game!”

Awfully nice of them to read my fucking mind like that!

With the tooltip dismissed, I bought “Ignores stares to ass” and “Bend Over”, one of which was a ‘hotkey’, but both of which had ‘togglable awareness’. Jesus Christ, I had a lot to learn.

“Okay,” I muttered, trying to read and remember the rules, “ A hotkey is a button I press that activates the customization. For example, pressing my purchase of ‘Bend Over’ will-“ pressing the button, I heard a faint yelp from Anita.

I glanced up, “Hey, are you alri-“

My jaw dropped. Standing at the front register, Anita was bent over the counter, stomach flat on top of it, ass sticking out directly towards me.

“Yeah!” She yelled, unconvincingly, “I’m… fine! I just… A little stuck just…” She made noises like she was struggling against something, but I didn’t see her move a muscle. Then, as soon as it had started, she stood back up straight. She faced me, blushing profusely and clearly embarrassed, “See, I just… I… uh…get back to work!”

She began to walk away while I feigned putting my phone back into my pocket, but with my thumb, I pressed ‘Bend Over’ again. “WooAOah,” She exclaimed, and it looked like her top half was falling over forwards. She seemed to catch herself, with her hands wrapped around her shins, but instead of rebalancing herself, she just stood there.

Again, I asked, “Are you alri-“

“No! I’m not alright! I keep getting stuck like this and my ass is up for the world to see!”

I put a hand in front of my face like I was blocking the sun from my eyes and said, “Oh… sorry, I just-“

“No, not you, dumbass, you’re fine.” She grunted a few times against her circumstances, her ass bouncing as her body shifted slightly, but no significant progress was made.

I froze for a moment then moved my hand slightly to reveal her now unstuck ass. She stood up and adjusted her shirt slightly, still looking incredibly flustered. I politely asked, “Not me?”

She seemed conflicted and confused when she responded, “No, no you… I… it’s… I don’t why, but… itsokayforyoutolookatmyass!” clearly uncomfortable, she rushed through the second half of her sentence before bolting off to some other part of the restaurant.

I’d never seen Anita embarrassed before, but at the same time, I’d never heard her say that it was okay for me to look at her ass! This app was actually fucking magic, and looking back at the huge trees, the mountains of choices, and the various different effects, it no longer seemed like a headache of rules and text, but an entire new world of possibilities.

What was that old saying about absolute power? I sure as hell didn’t remember, but I know that it for sure, is gonna be fuckin SICK!