Gotta Love the Morning Shift

I walk stiff legged into work 3 minutes to 8:00, almost late thanks to still being bleary eyed from the early morning and sore from yesterdays’ adventures. Although less sore than I would have expected honestly. Today’s app update doing nothing but hampering my focus as well.

Custom Girls v1.1.1 Update

Hello again! :D We’re back with another shiny new update just for you! Less extensive than the last one, but it comes with a feature we know you’ll appreciate! Considering your rapid pace, we figured you’d want this sooner rather than later ;P.

Have fun!

-Jane

More debugging: Nowhere near as much as last time, but still a fair amount. You’re really good at breaking things XP

Safe sex: Now by default, all Custom Girls will be immune to any and all STD’s. They also won’t get pregnant! No matter how much you cum inside! :D You can turn this off any time you want in each girl’s profile. Nothing to hold you back now. ;P

I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, thank God they’re covering those bases. On the other… I really want to go into the whole, “Am I really ok with doing that?” schpeel but I don’t know if I can anymore without it sounding insincere. I’ve already crossed a bunch of lines; I doubt I’d stop myself from going even farther when I’m given the opportunity. Because let’s be honest, this app is going to give me the opportunity. It already has with Melina. I guess the idea of being ok with forcing someone into having sex with me is a tough pill to swallow. Even if they think it’s normal or that they’re ok with it, I’m still forcing them to think that. I’m pulled from my thoughts by Ms. Cooper saying,

“A little later than your usual but still early, Mr. Hawkins. Thank you. I’ve already counted the safe, can you start on today’s inventory while I prepare the registers?”

I give an affirmative as I head to the back, continuing my slow pace, taking in the sight of Ms. Cooper as I go. Still dressed in her professional button up shirt and grey blazer jacket, hair tied back in her usual bun and face framed in her square black rimmed glasses. The only real difference in her attire is her lower garment, that being a slightly above knee length pencil skirt which seems to match her blazer. It looks tight enough to bounce a coin off of, and really accentuates the curvature of her ass. Making it pop and demand attention as she bends over the counter to stick it out towards me.

I notice her eyeing me as I pass, making me fear she caught my leering, but she’s staring at my lower half with her eyebrow cocked.

“Are you quite alright? You’re moving as though it’s painful to do so.” She asks, concern evident in her voice.

“That’s cuz it is. Went running yesterday and overdid it. I’m fine, no worries.” I answer, relieved my stride is what she noticed.

She accepts my responds and returns to what she was doing. I continue limping through the doors to the back room filled with extra inventory and this week’s shipment. That’s the reason I have the morning shift this day of the week. I doubt she’d trust the pillar of professionalism that is Johnny. Before I begin working though, Ms. Cooper is occupied up front, no one else is here yet, and I got 50 shiny gems to spend. I open the app and take a quick look at what’s available.

She’s a bit of a one trick pony right now, so I decide to scour through the Misc. tab a bit in the hopes of either rounding her out or furthering her specialization. I would do a more thorough search of the other tabs, but I don’t want to risk her coming back here and catching me on my phone any more than necessary. Plus, the Misc. tab always has the best options. I don’t have much desire to change the way she looks; I mostly just want to make things interesting.

I start trying to make a plan of what to do multiple times as I scan through the options available. But I throw out each plan halfway through with indecision, and maybe just a touch of fear. I may have bent her over her desk and spanked that fine derriere a bunch, but I still see her as the pillar of authority she makes herself out to be. Maybe a bit less so than before, but it’s still there. I almost give up on finding what I want due to my time constraint, that’s when I spot it.

Such a Good Sport: Custom girl will be a good sport about getting sexually harassed: 50 gems

Holy crap that’s expensive! It must cover a lot of ground with that kind of price tag. That would be my entire gem savings, would it be worth it? Aw screw it, there’ll probably be an achievement or two for spending so much. And this is the same thing I did with her last time, one big purchase instead of a bunch of little ones. I’m willing to explore what being a good sport means when sexually harassed. I purchase it and am not surprised when I see the very familiar blast of confetti indicating an unlocked achievement, which I check out really quick.

Achievement Unlocked!

Custom Order: Spend 50 or more gems on a single custom girl. 10 gem reward.

Not unexpected, considering. Now with that out of the way, time to get to work. Can’t let Ms. Cooper thinking I’m slacking off. I’ll have time to test out my new purchase later.

I’ve always kind of enjoyed doing inventory, the process of putting everything into its proper place and checking them off the list is oddly calming to me. I might be a tad OCD, or just a bit of a neat freak. Not sure which. Either way, I’m good at doing inventory, a job Ms. Cooper was hesitant to allow anyone else do before she let me try. Apparently, the usual help she gets have a tendency of not really caring about things being in their exact right place. She really should bite the bullet and hire someone that’s not a simple school kid, but that’d cost a lot more, I guess.

I finish cataloging all the new stock into the system and begin putting each item where they belong. You would think I’d run into problems working with the computer system, but luckily for me, it’s really old and outdated. It even still uses a CRT monitor. The newer the technology, the worse luck I have. So this dinosaur runs just fine for me. No idea where she got it from, but I bet it was cheap. Anyways, I start with the inventory that goes in the back, before moving to the front. I pass by Ms. Cooper still at the register going over some paperwork. There’s no one else in the store, but she can’t leave the register un-attended. She’s leaning over the counter as she reads, elbows resting on the hard surface, sticking out her posterior just a tad. Simply calling it a butt does not do it justice. I stop and admire the sight for just a moment before deciding to test out my recent purchase. Nothing major, just a little something to test the waters. Keeping my stare obvious, I say,

“That skirt is doing you all kinds of favors, Ms. Cooper.”

I’m really not used to saying things like that, even something so tame. I’ve never even thought of saying demeaning stuff outside of fantasy, let alone actually saying it to someone. It probably came out more awkward and unsure than the confident I was trying for, but I try to put more emphasis on “kinds” to make it more blatant. I may be more inherently trusting of the app by now, but I figure it never hurts to test her new command with a compliment. Vulgar and inappropriate as it may be, but that was the point.

Without shifting her pose or posture, she turns her head to look at me behind her. My instincts making me expect a deadpan, offended/angry/disappointed look shot straight at my soul. But what I’m given is a distracted, nonchalant look haphazardly pointed vaguely in my direction as she says,

“Then it is accomplishing its’ intended purpose.” Before shifting her focus back to her paperwork. Her voice mostly calm and non-committal, but with just a hint of appreciative embarrassment. It’s so small that most people would probably have missed it.

I count that as a victory and get back to work, wanting to quit while I’m ahead before she thinks I’m slacking. I could probably get away with a little bit of slacking, but I’d rather remain in her good graces as much as I can. Especially with what I hope to accomplish with her. I am here to work after all and earn my keep, not play around on my magic app. Not too much anyways. A solid hour goes by before I finish methodically going through all the new stock for the front and put everything where it belongs.

A few early bird regulars have come in by now, the ones that know exactly what they want and exactly where to find it. One of them, an older gentleman named Mr. Tinsley, makes pleasant conversation with me and Ms. Cooper. I’m pretty sure he just wants someone to talk to, but he’s not awkward about it. Most of his stories are genuinely interesting too. Today’s conversation was an old fishing tale of his, it ended with his boat leaking.

Ms. Cooper and I had switched places at this point, with myself behind the register and her taking care of other things. No one else was in line so I didn’t have to awkwardly try to end Mr. Tinsley’s story. Ms. Cooper came by near the end to give me another task once I had a moment. Something on the top shelf needed to be brought down, the curse of being the tall one. She gave a pleasant greeting to Mr. Tinsley before assigning me the task and walking away. Her hips sashaying back and forth as she leaves. Something I’d never seen her do before, Mr. Tinsley noticed it too.

He waited for her to be out of ear shot before letting out a sigh and saying,

“Oh, to be young again. Sights like that always make life a little easier.” There was genuine happiness in his voice, nothing intentionally demeaning even if it could have been taken that way. He was simply stating his appreciation for something he considered beautiful. I gave him a smile and said,

“It certainly is a perk of working here, I will admit.” I would have been more cautious about saying that before, but even if she did hear it, her new command would make her not take it poorly. Mr. Tinsley chuckles a bit before wrapping up his story and heading on his way. I start on the task Ms. Cooper gave me, looking for her as I go. When I pass her, I say,

“I think you just made Mr. Tinsley’s day with the view you gave him.” Trying to make it sound as ordinary and complimentary as I could. She responded half-heartedly by saying,

“Oh please, I hardly did anything.” her hand waving me off dismissively as she spoke. I decide to press her a little more and say,

“I don’t know, I think you underestimate just how much firepower you’re packing back there.”

I sound less awkward this time, I chalk it up to throwing snark into the mix, but it still has the effect I want. She sighs and shakes her head and waves me off while looking away, but I see a small smile and just the hint of a blush before I go back to my task. “Shows Off Ass” was working well with “Such a Good Sport” it would seem. The blush is kind of surprising though, does “Shows off Ass” make her like it when people notice? I thought that was just **** decisions the app made for her. Does it go further and make her crave the attention? That’s certainly interesting. I wonder if it’s the same for Melina’s “Shows Off Boobs”. I make a mental note to check for that later.

After I get the item off the top shelf she needed, an idea strikes me. Bolder than my previous ones. My success so far making me confident. Walking back to the front, I note the absence of any customers and make my way over to Ms. Cooper. Without warning, I raise my hand up, and bring it down hard on Ms. Cooper’s left ass cheek. A loud SMACK resounding throughout the store as I make contact, muffled slightly by the fabric of her skirt. She jumps, letting out a yelp of pain and surprise before whipping her head around to me. Rubbing the impact zone with her free hand as she stares at me in bewilderment. Her face giving away a turmoil of emotions all vying for control, but less than I would have expected. Anger, disgust, righteous fury, they were all there, but in much less **** than I would have expected. Getting overpowered by simple surprise and pain. I expect her **** good sport attitude is mellowing out all the rage. I try to keep my cool and say,

“Just redeeming my reward for getting the thing down for you.” and continue walking past. She lets out a patient sigh and says,

“I’d appreciate a little warning next time. Didn’t expect you to claim any on the shop floor.” In the same authority voice she normally uses, but I note the lack of any actual disapproval.

Another couple customers come in, so I wander back over to the register. After they make their purchases, a thought occurs to me. I never checked if “Proper Motivation” has any additional options to it. Without thinking much of it, I whip out my phone to take a look. Unfortunately, it does not. I stand there staring at my phone, slightly disappointed for only about three to four seconds when my phone is yanked from my hands faster than I can process or react. My blood goes cold as I look up to see Ms. Cooper holding my phone, a stern frown on her face.

“Need I remind you that you are on the cl-…” She says, her sentence ending midway as she stares at me.

I completely freeze up, terror overwhelms me at what she could see on that little screen. She’s only a hand tilt away from reading and seeing everything that’s on it! She’ll figure out what’s going on! I was careless and now I’m going to pay for it! My brain begins filling my head with all kinds of possible worst-case scenarios that are about to unfold. One of them may or may not have involved a Turkish prison and way too many rubber chickens. Don’t ask.

We both just stand there, motionless. Waiting for the other to make the first move. I gain the courage to finally look her in the eyes. They're dilated and unfocused, looking as though she's staring at nothing, her mouth slightly agape. But then, she turns to look up at me. Her face completely void of any emotion, and hands me my phone back.

Despite being completely baffled by this series of events; I still somehow have the presence of mind to grab my phone back and notice a pop-up notification has appeared on it. I stop thinking for a moment and read it.

UNAUTHORIZED USER DETECTED.

RETURNING APP TO AUTHORIZED USER… DONE.

PLEASE SELECT A PUNISHMENT FOR UNAUTHORIZED USER KATHRINE COOPER.

A punishment? For Ms. Cooper? For trying to take my phone? Is this some kind of security system the succubae came up with? I mean, I’m glad they put something in place, but what kind of punishments are we talking here? I scroll down in the notification and find three different choices of punishments.

CURSE OF PASIPHAE: subject unconsciously desires to fill her pussy and/or anus with anything that will fit. Desire slowly increases until an orifice is filled. Each orifice can accommodate objects up to 1 foot long and 3 inches in diameter.

LIVING PUPPET: user can interact with subject via her avatar.

MANNEQUIN: subject can be **** into a motionless state by user and posed however user sees fit. Lasts for 2 hours per day, can be toggled on/off.

Ok. This is a bit to take in. I’m still disturbed by how seemingly absolute the apps’ control over my Custom Girls is. I shake my head to get my thoughts in order and think through each of the options.

Curse of Pasiphae is really odd and sounds like it could lead to some interesting situations. Especially if she keeps wearing her tight pants and skirts. How intense would the desire be? Just a subtle yearning when she eyes something that would fit? Or would it be more of a need? It says it increases so maybe starting off as the former and eventually leading to the latter? I both love and hate how vague the descriptions in this app are.

Living Puppet on the other hand, is nothing but a nugget of information in a sea of vague. Making my brain think of questions at a mile a minute. What does it even mean? What level of interaction are we talking here? Being able to speak to her? Touching her? Would I be able to mess with only her clothing? Would she feel whatever it is I’m able to do to her? And how would I even interact with her avatar on my phone? How does that work? Jeez I have so many questions.

Mannequin seems the most straightforward. The only question I have with that one is will she be aware while motionless and remember whatever happens? I could think of some fun things to do with that, but the risks of her remembering and possibly going insane is turning me off from it. But it is the only one I have direct control over without gambling on however the hell Living Puppet works, I get the feeling I could mess something up with that one. Plus, I don’t really want to give my boss a serious punishment for my own screw up.

I could have gone on pondering for a while more, but I was interrupted from my musings by a very familiar, disconcerting voice,

“I’d hurry up and decide if I were you. You’re on a time limit after all~.”

I look up in startled confusion at Ms. Cooper and have to do a double take. She has a smile that screams she’s a cat that just ate a particularly fat canary. Her arms outstretched and interlocked behind her as she rotates her torso back and forth like an excited child. But the biggest thing that throws me off, are her eyes. Black as the darkest obsidian, yet somehow polished to a mirror shine. I see what’s going on here. That doesn’t help me from being disturbed by it.

“Jane? How are you doing that? Is Ms. Cooper ok?” I say with equal parts concern and trepidation. Ms. Jane Cooper’s smile just gets wider.

“Maaaaagic~! And she’s fine. Now hurry up and choose! The app’ll pick for ya if you don’t!” She said, bouncing with excitement and insistence.

I look back to my phone and finally notice a little timer counting down from 11 seconds. I panic, only mildly since I don’t have time to think and logic my way through a decision anymore. I tap on Mannequin out of instinct, but nothing happens except the timer continuing to count down. I panic a little more and tap it again, then again.

“It’s not working!” I say more to myself than to Ms. Jane Cooper. Her smile instantly vanishes into worry as she says,

“What do you mean? Just pick the one you want.”

“I’m trying! Nothing’s happening!”

I tap my choice a few more times as the counter ticks down to one, but then stops. Nothing happens for a few seconds. I try scrolling, but the screen is stuck in place. The app goes grey and a pop-up saying “Custom Girls is not responding” appears with options to close the app or wait. I decide to wait a few more moments, just in case, and am rewarded with the app jolting back to life. Albeit with some jumbled graphics from different pages smashed together, but still working. Ms. Cooper’s profile is now in view with a new tab labeled “Punishments” now available. It's a little hard to see in the mix of disorganized pixels, but I manage.

I tap it, but it doesn't work. I try a few more times before getting frustrated and tap a little to the right of the tab, which apparently does the trick. As the Punishments tab loads, all the pixels get refreshed and replaced in their proper place. Showing me...