Messing with Lexie

Lexie, who had been presumably sitting in the back for most of the day, was coming out the door of Pietro’s Pies to talk her me. I feel myself both giddy with excitement and scared to get caught in the act. Lexie approaches me on the bench.

“Um, hey there Jake. Did you- did you need anything from me?”

Dude, whoa. Lexie does NOT talk like this. Usually she’d walk about and be like “Whats up Jay, you gonna clock in or what?” or “Hey fucker, we need you to help out on the prep line”, but none of this weird anime stuttering bullshit. The app has clearly worked its magic.

“Hey Lexie,” I begin to reply, choosing my words carefully, “I just wanted to ask how you were doing today?”

“Oh, well, um, Im fine. I just shaved my legs today, so they’re very smooth. You can’t see it through my work slacks, but I did quite a thorough job. I also, um, well, I rubbed them down with baby oil afterwards, which helps make them...very soft”. Lexie tapers off at the end of her statement, as if she was afraid I was going to reprimand her in some way.

Wow. That’s thorough. And now that I’m sure the commands worked, I decide I can afford to be a bit more bossy. I want to ask some invasive questions, so I’m hoping the app will make her think questioning her about her body is normal, since she’s open to talking about it anyway.

“Oh wow, very nice. Tell me about your breasts, Lexie”. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I hope she doesn’t slap me for asking.

“My- my breasts?”, she stammers. She doesn’t seem necessarily taken aback at my question but more that I have taken on an assertive tone with her, one that I never use at work.

“Yes Lexie, your tits”.

“My breasts? Well um, my breasts, they’re uh...”

“Out with it Lexie”. Wow. I’ve never been that domineering over her before. Usually, when we talk, it feels like her huge personality towers over me, but today is the start of a new generation.

“Yes! My breasts are 36C sized, but today I’m wearing a bra from Vicky’s, and they always run a tad bit tight, so I buy a slightly bigger one whenever I’m there. This bra was pretty comfortable when I bought it but lately, it’s been digging into my skin. My boyfriend gave me a couple of really nasty hickeys last night so that digging hurts more than it usually would. My skin is still tender, and I can not wait to get home and take this bad boy off. My nipples also chafe against this bra pretty badly, so I might just toss it out”. She said that entire spiel in record time, clearly afraid of my tone.

That is tons more information than Lexie would normally tell me. I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend, much less one that sucked on her tit-flesh till it was sore and bruised, but I guess that’s par for the course with a punk girl like Lexie. She probably likes it rough, but I don’t think the command would allow me to dig that deep just yet. However, it seems safe to assume.

“Is- is that what you wanted to know, Jake?”

“Not quite. How many squats do you do to tone your ass that well?”

Lexie, still stunned, responds in the meekest voice I’ve ever heard her speak in, “I..I dont’t do squats. It just...well my butt just looks like that. I really like how it’s shaped, and my boyfriend does too... My ass still hurts a little bit after last night; my boyfriend kept spanking me”.

I was right! Lexie does like it a little rough. This is good to know for the future. Her inner submissive is already there, and using this app, I can capitalize on it!

“Good. Okay Lexie, that’s all. I’ll be inside in a few minutes”.

“Yes si-...”. Did Lexie almost just call me sir? Woah. She held back just enough not to, but she is clearly flustered. Her shoulder length blue hair contrasts nicely with her rosey red embarrassed cheeks. I’m excited to see how I can embarrass Lexie further.