Always

**Author’s Notes - I like to add a bit of randomness to writing projects like this, what can I say I am an RPG player. So occasionally I might hit a situation where it would be just as fun to write a characters failures. At those points you might see a %Success/Failure. I will be doing Submission/2 against a d100 so at zero it’s effectively a 50/50 shot. And I will write out the outcome. In my branch Aaron CAN lose submission. So we need to play it carefully.

AN2: Same with the last one CH1 note.. Everything past 1&2 is new.
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Mrs. Berkowitz pulled him out of that internal train of thought…

"I really do hate to do this to you. I'll make it up with a shift off, but we had two people call out and I need you to work the bar till close tonight." The **** driver paused for a minute and added "Please."

Aaron felt his shoulders slump. "Mrs. Berkowitz, I know the wedding is important but..."

"Aaron I've got no one else, please." He was stunned that she was almost pleading with him.

He took a deep breath, contemplating his options. He knew the DuPont wedding was a big deal for the hotel, and for Mrs. Berkowitz, but he had been looking forward to the weekend off for weeks. "What if I work a double tomorrow?" he offered, hoping to find a middle ground.

"Tonight, and the wedding, and I'll leave you alone Monday. Promise." Jennette's eyes bore into his, desperation clear in her usually stoic gaze.

Aaron weighed the offer, his mind racing with the potential scenarios of having Nikki to himself for an entire day. "Alright," he said finally, "but only if it's a full day. Twenty-four hours. No calls, no texts, no interruptions."

"You're the best!" Mrs. Berkowitz exclaimed with an uncharacteristic smile,(+7 Score = -66) her eyes lighting up with relief. Aaron couldn't remember the last time she had been grateful to him. Frankly it was confusing. "Thank you, Aaron. I'll make sure you have that day off."

He nodded and headed off to the bar, his mind racing with the implications of what had just occurred. As he approached the bar, he noticed Nikki passing by the entrance, her eyes flickering towards him before she quickly darted away. He couldn't help but smirk to himself.

As the evening progressed, Aaron found himself drawn to the doorway every time Nikki passed by. She'd shoot him a quick glance, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation, before hurrying off again. He knew she was eager to be alone with him, to explore this new dynamic that had sprung up between them. And with each furtive look she gave him, he felt his anticipation growing.

The shift was slow so I was able to talk to the waitress for the evening. I had known Olivia since my first day here. She had always been a bit holier-than-thou and that never wavered. There was no time to work on her today; but the app dutifully took note with a ring.

Waitress - Olivia Desmond - Waitress - Starting Score = -55.

Aaron took a moment to process the information. Olivia, with her pert nose and always perfectly styled hair, had always looked down on him. She was the high-school cheerleader you see in porn 2 years later. 5’10” platinum blond, nice little bubble butt. Problem was that she knew she was hot. She definitely needed someone to put her in her place?

He watched her glide through the bar, serving drinks with a practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She had a way of making every interaction seem like a chore, like she was doing you a favor by acknowledging your existence. His breath hitched when her eyes locked on Nikki staring at him. Her eyes narrowed, a predatory smirk appearing on her face.

"You and that cow finally fuck?" Olivia's voice was like a whip cracking through the quiet bar, making Aaron jump. She sailed over to the bar, her tray empty, a knowing glint in her eye.

"Excuse you?" Aaron snapped, his protective instincts flaring up at her harsh words. Nikki had always been self-conscious about her weight, and he wasn't about to let someone like Olivia belittle her.

"Ooh, protective too, looks like I was on the mark." Olivia leaned against the bar, her arms crossing under her perky breasts. Aaron's face grew hot with anger. He had never liked the way she talked about Nikki, or anyone else for that matter.

“Nikki, she’s been following you like a dog for years." Olivia’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "Now she's all smiles and giggles, and staring at you."

Aaron's jaw clenched, his hand tightening on the bar towel. He had to be careful with Olivia; she was a wild card, and he didn't want to push her too far too fast. But the app was begging to be used, and he had a score to increase. He leaned in closer, his voice low and deliberate. "You know, Olivia, I've noticed how you look at Nikki. It's almost... envious."

Her eyes narrowed, the smirk fading. "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped.

Aaron leaned closer, his voice low and taunting. "It means that maybe you wish you could be the one getting all the attention from the big spenders, instead of just serving drinks." He winked at her, watching her cheeks redden with anger. The app buzzed in his pocket, alerting him to the change in her score. (+5 for found fetish 'Public Humiliation'. Score now: -50)

"I think you're just jealous that she's found someone to take care of her, and she doesn't need to waste her time, unlike you." The words slipped from Aaron's mouth like honey, sticky and sweet, and Olivia's expression darkened like a storm cloud.

"Who says I want to be taken care of?" she snarled, her voice low and venomous. "I can take care of myself just fine."

"Clearly." The sarcasm just dripped from the word.

Olivia's eyes narrowed at Aaron's words, the flirtation in his voice grating against her pride. She took a step closer, her hand raising slightly as if to slap him. Aaron's reflexes were quicker, his hand shooting out to catch her wrist in mid-air.

"Don't." Aaron's voice was firm as he caught Olivia's wrist, halting her slap. She glared at him, her chest heaving with indignation. The bar had gone quiet, the background music seemingly muffled by the tension between them. "You do need this job right? Don't." He released her wrist, and she snatched it back, glaring at him. (+5)

Olivia stormed off giving Aaron a chance to check the app.

Olivia Desmond - Waitress - Bratty Princess

Starting Score -55. Current = -45

Fetish - Public Exhibitionism and humiliation.

Breaking Trait: **Select**

Aaron felt a rush of excitement as he pulled out his phone to check the 'Breaking Trait' options for Olivia. The app had clearly identified her as a 'Bratty Princess', and he knew just what that meant. She was used to getting her way, and the thought of turning her into a more submissive, obedient version of herself was too tempting to resist.

The app presented him with two tantalizing choices:

A: 'Exposed Maiden' -Using Olivia's desire for public exhibitionism, make her crave the attention and humiliation of being caught in a compromising position. Every time Aaron managed to subtly expose her, her score would increase significantly.

B: 'Begging Beauty' - Amplify Olivia's need for humiliation in a more direct way. Whenever she acts out or is disrespectful, command her to beg for his forgiveness in front of others, breaking her pride, and increasing arousal, with every pleading word.

Aaron smirked as he considered the options. He knew which one he would choose. 'Begging Beauty' it was. He tapped the button, feeling a rush of power as the app confirmed his choice. The score to break her was high, but he had a feeling it would be worth it.

As the night dragged on, Aaron bid his time, waiting for the perfect moment to test the app on Olivia. He knew she would push him eventually, and when she did, he'd be ready. Finally, as the last guests were leaving and the bar was closing up, she approached him again.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" she spat, her voice dripping with malice. "But you're just a sad little man with a sad little life."

"Still mad that no-one wants you?" Aaron smirked as he wiped down the counter, not bothering to look up at Olivia. The app was working its magic, her insults just rolled off him.

Olivia's eyes flashed with anger, and she leaned over the bar, her breasts threatening to spill out of her tight uniform. "You're just a glorified bellhop who thinks he's hot shit because he's got a bit of power over that fat chick," she said, her voice low and vicious.

Aaron felt his temper flare. He had had enough of her bullshit. He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. "Nikki left for the night, so you're going to apologize to me instead. Now." There was only one patron in the bar to witness it, but Aaron knew that was enough. He had seen her flirt with guests before, teasing and flaunting herself.

Olivia's eyes widened at his command, and she took a step back. "What the hell are you talking about?" she spat.

Aaron's smirk grew wider. "You heard me," he said calmly. "Apologize."

Olivia's jaw tightened, and she took a deep breath, visibly struggling to keep her anger in check. But something in Aaron's eyes made her pause. There was a new confidence there, a power that she hadn't seen before. "Fine," she spat out. "I'm sorry." (+2)

"Sir. I'm sorry sir." He corrected her.

Her eyes narrowed, but she complied. "I'm sorry, sir," (+3 Current = -40) she said, the words coming out **** and fake. Aaron's smile grew wider. He knew that was just the app's starting point. He'd have her begging for his attention before long.

Pushing her anymore was risking her denying him and losing that progress. Aaron knew when to hold back. "Good girl," he said with a smug smile, watching as she gritted her teeth at his condescension. She was already at -40, and the 'Begging Beauty' trait already paying off.

As they finished closing the bar, Aaron made sure to keep their interactions minimal. He didn't want to push his luck and ruin the delicate balance he had found. But every time their eyes met, he could see the anger and resentment in hers, mixed with something else. Something that made him think she knew she was being played, and she didn't quite know how to feel about it.

The next morning, Aaron woke up to the sun streaming through his blinds. He rolled over and picked up his phone, the app open to the 'Milestone Unlocked' notification. The thrill of power that surged through him was indescribable. With a +25 score across all girls, he felt like the king of the world.

**Performance Tuning rank 1** You're going to be very active soon, better make sure you're up for it. Stamina is increased and physical exercise has increased effect.

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A good way to start the morning. Aaron thought to himself as he swiped away the notification. He had never felt so alive. He knew that today was going to be hectic with the DuPont wedding. It was the event of the season, and the hotel had gone all out to make sure everything was perfect. He took a deep breath and climbed out of bed, ready to tackle whatever the day threw at him.

As he made his way to the hotel, he couldn't help but feel like a new man. The app had given him a power he had never dreamed of, and he was eager to see how far it could take him. When he arrived, the lobby was buzzing with activity. Staff rushing to and fro, making sure every detail was perfect.

He, Nikki, and Olivia were all on staff for the wedding and the event coordinator had a list of demands longer than his arm. As Aaron approached the front desk, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He knew Nikki would be there, eager to see him, but he had no idea how Olivia would act after their encounter last night.

The first few hours of the day passed in a blur of activity. He was everywhere at once, ensuring that every guest's need was met, every detail was perfect. The app was a constant buzz in the back of his mind, yearning to be used.

As the reception kicked off, the hotel was a whirlwind of glamour and excitement. The DuPonts were a powerful family, and their wedding was an affair to remember. Aaron managed to catch a glimpse of Nikki as she served hors d'oeuvres, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before darting away again, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.

The wedding itself was a spectacle, with the grandeur of the hotel's ballroom serving as the backdrop for the bride and groom's vows. Aaron couldn't help but feel a little out of place in his steward's uniform, watching the wealthy and influential mingle and dance. As the reception wound down and the guests grew tipsy, the app's influence grew stronger. He noticed Nikki's glances growing more lingering, her movements more sensual as she carried out her duties. She was well on her way to becoming a 'Good Girl' for him.

Once the reception hit its peak and the band switched to slower songs, Aaron managed to slip away from his post for a moment, his eyes searching for Nikki. He found her in the corner of the ballroom, refilling a champagne fountain with a grace that seemed almost practiced. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation as she caught his gaze.

"Nikki," he called out, his voice low enough to avoid drawing attention, "when you're done with that I need your help with something in the back."

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "Of course, Aaron," she said, her voice a little too high. She finished filling the last glass of champagne before hurrying over to him, her apron fluttering around her. Aaron could see the eagerness in her eyes, hopefully none of the guests caught on.

"Good," he said, his voice low and commanding. He led her through the bustling kitchen, the clanging of pots and pans and the shouts of the chefs providing the perfect cover for their little rendezvous. They reached the quiet storage room, and he pushed her inside, the door closing with a soft click.

They collided in a deep kiss, the kind that left them both breathless and craving more. Aaron's hands roamed over Nikki's body, feeling the curves that the apron had hidden so well. She was soft and warm, and she melted against him like butter on a hot summer day. He knew that he had her now, that she was his to command, and the thought sent a thrill of excitement through him.

"Nikki," he whispered against her lips, "you're going to be my little servant today, aren't you?" Her eyes lit up at the words, and she nodded eagerly. "Good girl," he murmured, giving her a gentle pat on the head. The app buzzed in his pocket, awarding him another point. (+1 for 'Pet Play'. Score now: +28). Her eyes shot up. She'd never told him about that.

They broke apart, and Aaron took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had to remember where they were. He glanced at his watch; they had a few minutes before the next round of guests would be needing refreshments. "Come with me," he said, taking her hand and leading her through the bustling kitchen.

He found a quiet spot behind a large ice sculpture and leaned in close to her ear. "Nikki, I want you to go to the bathroom and take off your panties. When you're done, come back and give them to me. And remember, don't let anyone see." (Challenge Threshold: 36. Roll: 70)

Her eyes went wide with shock and excitement, and she nodded without a word. He watched her hurry away, the sway of her hips more pronounced than ever. His heart raced with the thrill of his newfound power. He knew she would obey, and that was the most thrilling part.

When Nikki returned, she was flushed and slightly out of breath. She slipped her damp panties into his hand, her eyes cast down. "Good girl," he praised, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, panting softly, her cheeks a lustful rose color. He felt her score jump to +30.

"Now, go back to work, but remember, every time you see me, I want you to think about what you're doing without your panties on." He watched her swallow hard before nodding and scurrying away, the app's power clearly growing stronger. She pouted at the dismissal, but she was a good girl and knew her place.