Jake, a Pizza Shop Employee

Hey there, long time reader, first time writer. I’ve never written erotica before but I wanted to give it a shot. Let me know what you think. I tried to stick to the rules set up in the original arc pretty close, but if you spot an inconsistency let me know. Enjoy!

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Another boring day at Pietro’s Pies. I woke up today an hour earlier than usual, to the tune of my boss calling me and asking if I could come in on my day off. I need the hours pretty badly, so I couldn’t say no, even if every fiber of my being wanted to stay in bed. Some of the people who work at this crummy pizza joint are flakey as hell, and will call in “sick” the morning after partying all night, leaving me to have to cover shifts all the time.

*MMM MMM MMM MMM MMM*

The alarm to take this large pepperoni pizza out of the oven jolts me from my daydreaming about going back to bed and enjoying my day off.

Sliding the pizza out of the oven with my pizza peel, I look up. The store is dead. No one has come in for at least an hour, maybe longer. This pie is for delivery, so I cut it in eight equal-ish slices and box it up, ready for my coworker Sam to take it to it’s final destination.

“SAM! YOUR ORDER IS READY!” I shout into the back, where my coworker is scrolling through some app on her phone.

Sam slowly saunters over to me, and I hand her the pizza box. She seems to be just about as bored as I am, but possibly running on less sleep. Her tired and baggy eyes indicate that she wants to be here as much as I do. Putting the pizza box into an insulated pizza bag, she heads toward the door to deliver the order.

If there is one thing that I don’t hate about this job, it’s who I work with. Unlike every other job I’ve had, everyone who works here is *at least* an 8/10. Sam is no exception. I watch her leave the store, her uniform dress pants clinging to her apple shaped ass. This place is not just filled with hot people, but it’s almost exclusively women, besides me and my manager Derek. It’s a total reverse sausage fest. A clam jam, if you will.

As Sam gets into her grey Honda Accord and drives off, I am once again alone in the front of the store with nothing to do. I open up my phone with no particular intention in mind: I’d probably have ended up scrolling through social media apps at random, had I not noticed something out of place on my home screen.

There is an app toward the bottom of my home screen entitled simply “CG”. The icon for the app is the magenta outline of a heart, imposed over a faint grey gear, akin to my phone's “settings” app.

I have never seen this before in my entire life. I sometimes download random games to pass the time, but this does not look familiar to me at all. I figure my little sister installed it on my phone when I wasn’t paying attention or something. Based on the feminine app icon, it was probably some sort of photoshop-esque photo editing tool for Instagram, or something equally vain. I almost deleted the app, but my curiosity got the best of me and I opened it, just to see what it was.

“Thank you for choosing Custom Girls! The CG team hopes that we can help you spice up your life. As our second customer, you will be receiving daily gems free of charge for your lifetime as a special thanks for being an early adopter. We hope this app lives up to your expectations, and we hope you’re satisfied enough to give our other products a try! :D

Please read and accept these terms of service to continue…”

Ah. “Custom Girls”. I was right, it is some sort of beauty app. Weirdly enough, my sister didn’t even open the app after downloading it to my phone. Why did she have to steal my phone? She’s 18! She has her own phone! In fact, it’s a newer model than my phone is! The opening message says I’m the second customer. Ever? That’s kinda sad. How did they even know that? Who was the first customer? Did they not tell their friends about the app or something? Not even the developer's mom downloaded it. How sad. Well, if I'm one of two people on Earth to get this app, I might as well see what it actually does. After all, anything is better than Twitter.

I open the app to see a list of people.

Lexie

Vanessa

Sam

Those aren’t just any names: they’re the names of my coworkers, at least the three that are on the clock with me. Sam’s name is greyed out, and there is pink text under her name that says “Out of Range”. The other two, Lexie and Vanessa, are able to clicked upon, presumably because they are “in range”? That’s fucking creepy. I click on Vanessa.

After pressing her button, I am led to a screen with a black and white outline of a woman, along with some tabs on the left side of my phone. The top right corner displays 10/100 gems (I’m assuming those are the 10 I got for being an early adopter). The tabs read Speech, Head, Face, Breasts, Body, Ass, Legs, Motor, Misc, and Hotkeys, in that order. Oh great, this is some weird pervert game, and it somehow knows my coworkers names. I don’t think my sister downloaded this anymore, but that realization doesn’t answer as many questions as it brings up.

In my continued exploration, I press the least perverted sounding tab, “Hotkeys”. The tab extends, showing a long list of phrases, purchasable by gem.

Summon CG if they are within walking distance (1 Gem)

Drop Item Currently Held (1 Gem)

Undo Top Two Shirt Buttons (2 Gems)

Squat (2 Gems)

Bend Over at Waist (2 Gems)

Jump Up and Down (10 Gems)

Twerk (15 Gems)

Handjob (30 Gems)

Blowjob (50 Gems)

Strip All Clothes (60 Gems)

On the right side, there is a toggle for “ Target Awareness” and “Bystander Awareness”: both are currently set to “Unaware”.

This is weird. Weirder than weird. But my curiosity is piqued. Since I was woken up so early and had to head to work in a rush with no time for my morning ritual of jerkin’ it, I began to get a little horny. So I selected the “Summon CG” option, and it was added to a cart in the top corner of the app. I purchased it with gems and brought my total down to 9. I wanted to test what this app truly did, so I told CG to summon Venessa.

Within a few seconds, Vanessa walked up to where I was.

“Jake, did you need something?”

“No? Thank you though”.

And then she left.

Woah.

I tried pressing it again, and like a magnet, Vanessa turned back around and headed toward me.

“Are you sure you don’t need me for anything?”

“Actually, um, yeah, I do, could you restock the drinks cooler in the front of the store please?”

I watched her nod, and head toward the back to grab some drinks to fill the cooler with.

This is insane. Vanessa has never once purposefully put herself out there looking for extra work to do around the shop. Once she finishes her tasks, she just sits on a box in the back and texts her girlfriend. This behavior is almost positively the apps doing. With that in mind, I watch her refill the cooler with Coke products. I dig through some of the other categories, centering on the Breasts tab. Vanessa has huge titties. She’s only 19, and I’ve overheard her complain before that her parents won’t let her get a reduction so she has to wait until she moves out. Apparently it’s some weird religious thing, but it annoys Vanessa to no end. She is pretty active and likes to rock climb and boulder, but her knockers make that harder for her. Regardless of her feelings toward them, I love those funbags of hers. They fill out her work shirt very well, straining the buttons of the long sleeve white dress shirt ever so slightly. I peer over my options.

Shows Cleavage (1 Gem)

Takes Off Bra for Rest of Day (3 Gems)

Indifferent to Staring (4 Gems)

Gives You Her Bra (5 Gems)

Grow One Cup Size (5 Gems Each)

Shrink One Cup Size (5 Gems Each)

Lactate Uncontrollably (10 Gems)

Unaware of Groping (20 Gems)

Oh. My. God. If this is real, I’m the luckiest person on Earth. I select Gives You Her Bra for 5 gems, as that seems like it would give me the clearest indication if the summon command was a fluke. I buy the effect and activate it. I peer over and Vanessa puts the Sprite in her hand on the shelf, undoes a few buttons of her blouse, reaches in, and undoes her bra.

No fucking way.

I watch her take her bra out of her blouse, and walk toward me.

No. Fucking. Way.

“Here”.

Just as simple as that, she puts her bra in my outstretched hand and walks away. I suppose since awareness is set to “off”, she doesn’t question her actions at all. Vanessa walks back to the cooler to continue her task. Her dark nipples are visible through the white shirt, but she doesn’t catch onto my staring. This is the most insane thing to ever happen to me, and I met Paul Rudd at a Chinese buffet once.

Seconds later, Sam walks in. Oh shit, the bra! It’s still in my hand. Sam passes by and double takes.

“Cute bra!”, she says casually before heading toward the back.

Of course, her awareness is also set to “off”! Normally, she probably would have freaked out, but she seemed like she thought nothing was out of the ordinary about a bra sitting on the counter. She probably didn’t notice Vanessa’s tits sagging lower than normal or her pronounced nipples.

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.

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