A brush with paradise

I call Sam from the back, intent to spend my last 4 gems. Now that she is back at the shop, she should be in range for the app’s meddling. And actually, the orders are starting to quiet down a bit, so she'll be here a bit more for now.

Scrolling through the options under the Ass tab, I find an option that I would like to get.

Allow user to briefly brush any body part against ass (4 Gems). With unlimited uses per day.

Perfect.

Sam rounds the corner toward the front of the store. She sighs with resigned boredom. I walk up to her, and make a point of brushing my hand up the bottom of her back-side.

I was nervous: with Vanessa, I had spent the gems on something which was purely her own initiative. This was the first thing I had spent gems on, which required someone to tolerate an action of my own that would not normally be accepted. But Sam simply looked to me, and gave me an idle nod.

Fantastic!

I decided to push my luck. I made to go to the front door, and deliberately squeezed past Sam, despite there being plenty of space to get past. "Scuse me," I said, brushing my groin against her butt, "going to get some fresh air."

"Knock yourself out," said Sam.

After that, I needed the fresh air. It was ridiculous of me to brush against Sam's ass that time, but she accepted it as perfectly legitimate. I took a couple of minutes to calm down and get some lungfuls, and then entered the store again with new determination.

Sam was still standing by the service counter, idly playing with her phone. I approached her very close from behind, and gave her a gentle nudge with the hardening muscle in my slacks. No reaction. I sway gently back and forth, just brushing my manhood gently against Sam's buttocks; she barely shifts her stance.

This is just beyond incredible. I know that I've spent all of my gems, but I can't help but look at the app again, admiring my choices. Then I notice something I hadn't spent much time looking at before: for all of the choices I'd made, a column labeled "Target Awareness" and "Other’s Awareness." There are boxes next to each of these, which are all currently empty. Clicking a small arrow near the boxes bring up the text "Rationalizes all actions".

Hm. What would happen if I changed that, for Sam? I decide to click on the box, and a tick mark appears in "Target Awareness" for Allow user to briefly brush any body part against ass.

I sway again, brushing my member against Sam's butt. Sam stops, and looks over her shoulder.

"Uh, Jacob, what are you doing?" she says, in cautious tones.

"Oh, just brushing my groin against your lovely butt," I say to her. I sway some more, brushing against her.

"Hm, yeah," she says. It sounds like she is trying to articulate something, but can't quite manage it. "Um, I guess that's alright. But don't you have anything better to do?"

"It seems pretty dead here just now," I reply. True enough, there has been a sudden lull in orders.

"Yeah," Sam said, non-committally, letting me play my childish game of brushing my hardening cock back and forth across her butt.

I decide to experiment with putting the setting back on "Unaware". Immediately, Sam relaxes, not at all concerned with what I am doing behind her.

A flash of inspiration occurs to me. I press the button to summon Vanessa, and poise myself to make her aware that she has given me her bra.

"Hey Jacob," Vanessa comes, "is there something ---" I press the button. I watch as Vanessa's face goes beet red.

"Uh. Um....... ah." She crosses her arms in front of herself. "Ummm.... Jacob... do you think I could have my bra back? I know I gave it to you, but I'm geussing that you don't really need it, and on second thought I'd rather wear it."

My face lights up with delight. "Absolutely," I tell Vanessa. I go back behind the counter, and fetch Vanessa's bra. "Here you go," I tell her.

"thanks" mumbles Vanessa, unsure of why she gave me her bra in the first place. She wanders away, presumably some place a bit more private, to put her bra back on.

I wait a minute, and summon Vanessa back. She seems indeed to have put her bra back on. I switch her back to "Unaware" for Gives You Her Bra.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Vanessa asks brightly.

"Actually, I've decided that I'd like to keep your bra after all," I tell her, pressing the Gives You Her Bra button again.

Vanessa nods. "Sure," she says. Once again, she immediately undoes a few buttons of her blouse, reaches in, and undoes her bra. I catch sight of more than a little cleavage as she does so, but Vanessa's attention is occupied. She takes her bra out of her blouse. She hands it to me again with a smile, and once more is away.

"Thanks," I say. "Excuse me, I need a rest break."

I toy with the idea of having Vanessa come back and forth like a yo-yo, but it seemed like it was a bit of a stretch for Vanessa to ask for her bra back the first time; it might be only because she could genuinely do with the support, and had never done such a thing before. I could try again, but as Vanessa returns to check up on some stock in the fridge, her breasts swinging gently, I observe that it's actually more fun on the whole, for her to be unaware of the fact that she is not wearing a bra.

Sam, on the other hand, seemed like she might still be worth some fun. I make her aware of her allowing me to brush against her ass, and I squeeze pointlessly past her again to the front door. I notice her tense up, but she does not otherwise react.

Outside, I reflect on the fact that it's fun to get a reaction out of Sam, but that it would get old pretty quickly if she were to just cringe slightly each time. I am still contemplating this, as I return to the shop and squeeze pointlessly past her once more, my hard member pressing firmly but briefly against her buttocks.

"Jacob," she says, turning to me.

"Yes?" I ask, innocently.

She looks sternly at me. "Um, I... guess that it's fine for you to brush against my butt. But you do know that this isn't going any further than that though... right?" She looks pointedly down at the tent-pole forming in my trousers.

For now, anyway, you agree inwardly. "Yep, perfectly clear," you answer.

Sam seems to relax slightly, and walks towards me. "Okay. Look... even when it's busy, this job is pretty dull. I don't know why I'm suddenly okay with you brushing your... yourself against my butt, but I can do with a bit of fun, too," she says, standing in the gate for the counter. "I'll give you some proper opportunities to squeeze past me or to brush my butt. And so long as you're discreet around the others and don't cross the line with me, you don't have to brush past quite so briefly. Okay?" she says, wiggling her butt.

Holy moly, I think to myself. Is this for real? She looks at me expectantly as I step up to her, and grasp her butt gently. I heave one buttock slightly, and let it go. "Deal," I say.

She smiles a professional smile. "Good. Now..." she pauses for effect. "Maybe I should check on those receipt paper rolls," she says, rounding the corner of the counter.

This time, it is Sam that squeezes past me, pushing her butt gently into my crotch, as she moves past me. She then bends over to rummage around deep in some cupboard, a little longer than necessary. I bring my hand to her bottom, and caress it slightly.

"Careful, Jacob," Sam says to me, but she sounds more like she is humouring me than warning me.

The rest of the shift passes by pleasantly. I catch glances at Vanessa’s protruding boobs when I can, such as when she restocks the cooler in the front lobby, her unstrained tits swaying back and forth, her nipples even standing out slightly. And, true to her word, Sam makes opportunities for me to not-so-briefly stroke or push gently into her butt as we go about our work. Every once in a while, she gives me a quick sly smile, and I swear I could see her skin colour become a bit rosier.

However, I’m out of gems. The message that the app gave me when I first booted it on said I would get 10 gems daily. I badly wanted more gems now, but there is nothing I could do about it though, besides wait for the cooldown to expire. I consoled myself with not-quite-so furtive contact with Sam, and with admiring Vanessa's chest as it moved under her tunic.

Unaffected by any of my meddling is Lexie. Lexie wears her bright blue hair up in a ponytail, poking out of the back of her work hat. If you ever saw it down, like I seldomly have, you could tell that it’s been a few months since she got it dyed, as her natural brunette is several inches long. I assume Lexie hates the uniform policy we have here, as the one time I have seen her outside of work, she was wearing fishnets, a plaid red and black skirt, and a tight tank top with a ripped flannel over the top. Everything about Lexie, from her clothes, to her demeanor, to her music that she blasts while on delivery; it all screams punk. It’s hot. I probably would have experimented on her, but she intimidates me quite a bit, even though she’s only 5’6”, a full half foot shorter than me. But... now that I’ve tested the CG app on Vanessa and Sam, I think I’ll mess with Lexie a bit whenever we next work together.

After hours of daydreaming and the occasional pizza delivery, my shift ends and I leave Vanessa, Sam and Lexie behind for the night. I hop in my car, blast some tunes, and sing along. I’m not usually a sing-y guy, but I’m so amped from my new found abilities that I can’t help myself!

As I unlock the front door of my apartment, I enter and see someone sitting on the couch. That’s weird, Josephine wasn’t supposed to be home until late. That’s when I notice the woman sitting on my couch has horns. The figure turns to me and says “Well hello there, Jacob”.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house??” I scream in a panic, and turn to head out the door, fearing certain ****. When I turn, she’s standing right in front of me.

“Take it easy hun, I’m one of the developers, here to check in on my favorite customer”!

I get a good look at this teleporting goat-lady. Wow, she’s naked. And tall. Even taller than me, by quite a bit. She’s fucking amazonian! Long red locks of her hair make her silhouette even more gargantuan, especially since it seems to float freely in the air. Her ears are pointy like some sort of elf, and her horns are curled and polished. She gestures me back into my apartment, to which I obliged as I’m practically shitting myself right now.

“Well, maybe not our favorite customer, not just yet. But you are showing great potential”, she says, looking me up and down like a piece of meat.

“I’m one of the few working on that app, and you can call me Mary”, she continues. “It’s easier for a human to understand than my real name”.

“I -eh -er -uh”, I stutter, until I am interrupted. Mary uses her pointer finger to close my jaw.

“Close your mouth dear, you’ll catch flies”.

I take in more of Mary. Her skin looks almost grey, and she is covered in a black tattoo pattern. Her hips, lips, and breasts scream “fertility idol”, while her demeanor and posture scream “dominatrix”. She notices my staring and takes the initiative to explain herself.

“I’m a succubus. I did a lot of the art for the Custom Girls app that you found on your phone today. You, Jacob, are our second user. We didn’t want to spread the app too far, as it’s still in its alpha phase, and we don’t want to roll-out a public version until the app is good and ready."

"O....kay," I say. "Succubus. That explains the whole sex angle. But... a phone app?"

Mary flexed her pelvis in an unnatural but somehow alluring way. "We succubi developed “CG” to feed off the sexual aura the app generates. I have to say, we are very impressed by what you did at Pietro’s: you managed to get Sam to play along even beyond the customisations you made on her. You made a really good choice there! Maybe it was dumb luck on your part... but as a reward, and incentive to keep looking for opportunities like that, we want to award you 5 more gems for tomorrow as a one-time special."

Your mind swum. A bonus of 5 gems! You could do some interesting things with that. "Um.... thanks!"

Mary smiled in a seductive, and vaguely menacing, way. "Use it well. We expect you to gain as much sexual pleasure as possible, and spread the love around to us in the process. I’m going to go, but if you ever need to talk to me again, press the question mark icon on the app, it’ll send your messages straight to my cell”. She holds up a Samsung Galaxy. Huh, succubi use Android.

I blinked and she was gone. Fuck. I need to lie down.