We're in a need of a manager

Once you made it back to the location, with a jacket and a half-tinted smile. You opened the doors, surprised to see that it was still open. Upon making your way inside, it was hard to deny how dark and quiet it was; it felt like something you would see in a horror movie and the phone call from earlier didn't help. After putting your jacket on to one of the racks, you decide to yell out just in case anyone was inside. "HELLO?!"

Your voice echoes through the diner, but there's no response."I was called to meet someone here!" You take a deep breath and step forward, peering into the darkness. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Turning to face the source, you see a figure emerge from the shadows.

You could instantly tell who it was, her perky breasts, huge thighs, and red pigtails made it apparent on who you were dealing with; it was that animatronic waitress from earlier before. "Sit down, over there please." she says, pointing at the empty seat surrounding the corner.

"O..okay?" you looked back at her confusedly, but you reluctantly followed. Sliding the chair to face you before taking a seat on one of its cushions "We will be right with you shortly." Upon saying this, she turns around and walks into the two doors.

A few minutes had passed, then out of nowhere a television pops up from the familiar blue-bun animatronic that you saw try to keep the manager from leaving. She gives a genuine smile, before blowing a seductive kiss and walking away from out of your sight. Within seconds, the television props on, revealing a sort of 80s style commercial.

You watched in awe as the animatronic waitress from before dressed in seductive clothing, dances seductively across the screen, her pigtails swaying back and forth. In her hand was a plate of burgers and fries; with a shake on the other side. The pigtailed redhead put it down in front of the customers, shaking her breasts in that tight red tank top that is holding it together. "Here's your order, sirs."

The commercial continues to play, showcasing the waitress in various outfits and serving different meals to customers. The way she moves and interacts with the customers on screen is almost mesmerizing, and you can't help but feel a little entranced by it.

Suddenly, the television turned off; leaving only your reflection in its wake. "So, what did you think?" asked the pigtailed animatronic.

"Well..to be honest, it was kind of boring."

"WHAT?!!" She screamed, causing you to jolt from loud noise in the middle of the night. You were sure she was surprised of your response more than anything. "But didn't you see how many orders I able to do in record time?"

"Yes, but..." before you could finish your sentence, the pigtailed animatronic leans in close to you, Her face furrowed at this act of criticism. You couldn't help but stare down into her cleavage. It wasn't as big as a few animatronics you saw the first time you came here.

"But what?"

"But people aren't going to care for that." she responded. "What they want to see are these." pointing at her cleavage. She starts to follow your hand all the way down before rising up with her face beet red; Funny, how an animatronic could have the technology to form an emotion like that.

You were expecting her to get mad and kick you out. But instead, she looked back at you with stars shining in her eyes. "You're perfect, be our manager!"

"What?" you asked, not believing what you just heard come from out of her mouth.

"Please, we really need one!" she asked again, this time with more remorse. "The last one walked out and there is no other candidates and you know what customers want!"

"No."

"Please!" she begged, kneeling on to the floor.

"The answer is still no."

"Now if you excuse me, I need to get back to bed." Grabbing your coat from off the rack, you made your way towards the door. But before you could reach outside, you could hear a bit of rustling in the background. Turning around, you were met with something that made your penis throb back to life just from the sight alone.

"What if I..." she stops herself midway, pushing her arms together to squeeze her breasts together. It worked at least, but you entirely regretted giving her the idea to use her sexual appeal to begin with. "..help ease your mind?"