He wants a consulting job, he has big changes in mind for Ms. Bender

Jake silently wished that Ms. Bender would do anything he suggested, even if she didn't like the idea. Out loud he said, “Well, I want a job. But not my old job. You run this place like crap. Make me a consultant and I'll tell you how to really get business rolling.”

Ms. Bender almost laughed. The idea of some kid, even a really hot kid she badly wanted to fuck, telling her how to run her business was ridiculous. Then she realized she didn't have much choice. If he told a jury about the time she'd grabbed his ass on the tour bus, she could lose everything.

“All right, I'll make you a consultant. But that doesn't mean I'll take your advice!”

Jake shrugged. “Do whatever you want. But hey, let's get started.” He reached into the bag he'd brought with him and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.

Ms. Bender blinked. “I can't drink! I've got a tour starting in ten minutes!”

“That's why you should drink!” Jake poured a shot. “Tours are supposed to be fun, right? And everything's more fun with a little lubrication. Plus, there's all kinds of health benefits to drinking a little now and then. So go ahead.”

Ms. Bender eyed the glass cautiously. She'd never had **** in her life, thinking that only drunks and slobs needed to drink. But something about what he said made sense, star tours were supposed to be fun and people did seem to have fun when drinking. She slowly picked up the shot glass..

“Don't be shy with it,” said Jake. “You have to down it quick.” As Jake watched the seventy year old woman take her first drink, he wished that the next few shots would each knock a dozen years off her age.

“Ugh!” said Ms. Bender as the drink burned a path down her throat. “That was awful! I can't believe people drink this! I feel so... so... Actually, I sort of feel good.”

Jake watched as the wrinkles receded on her face. A few strands of red sprinkled into her gray hair. “Yeah, like I told you. Health benefits.” He refilled her glass. “Have another shot.”

Ms. Bender drank with slightly less hesitation. Knowing what was coming, she didn't react so badly. This time Jake noticed most of the wrinkles disappearing and more red returning to her hair.

“There you go!” said Jake. “Don't you feel more fun now?”

Ms. Bender got up. “Actually, I feel great! My knees don't hurt anymore and everything feels lighter. I think I know why people drink.”

“You bet.” Jake poured another shot and wished that she wouldn't notice that she was getting younger. “Just think how good you'll feel with more whiskey.”

As she took the drink, Ms. Bender wondered why she was doing this. Could it really be a good idea to drink so much before a tour? But it really did seem to make her feel better, so she knocked the drink back. “Wow, that's starting to taste good.”

“Oh yeah, good stuff.” Jake's cock stiffened as he looked his old boss over. She was starting to resemble the hot young model in the swimsuit pictures on the wall. Curly red hair fell down past her shoulders and her back straightened up.

Before Jake could say any more, Ms. Bender took the bottle from the desk and poured herself another shot. The remaining years fell away as she turned into a slim, sexy, twenty-two year old hottie.

“Whoa!” said Jake “You've really developed a taste for the stuff!”

“Yesh,” she slurred. “The whishkey ish growning on me.” A sloppy smile spread on the young tour guide's face.

Jake looked at his watch dramatically. “Whoops, that bus with the tourists will be here soon. We'd better get you ready!”