Teaching Anita

Well, I couldn’t just stop there. I still had 26 gems to spare, and had already gotten myself a hell of a show with just four! Now, I’ll be the first to admit it. Maybe I got a little excited! Maybe I splurged, exactly the way these free-to-play games want you to.

[Summon CG] - 1 Gem

[Flash Chest] - 7 Gems

And then, continuing down the tree I’d already begun working down, I saw [Needs User to Stare at Ass] - 5 Gems. I wonder how that might work!

I toggled her awareness for all of these changes to be on, curious as to how they might impact the way she did them. And, with half my remaining gems spent, I figured I had enough toys to play with for my shift. I glanced at her from across the kitchen, nonchalantly eyeing her up. When she caught me looking, she pointed an authoritative finger at me, but honestly… she might blushed a bit, and even arched her back slightly.

If my cock needed any more motivation, the thought of my gorgeous, goth boss attempting to _get _me to stare at her was the final straw. A customer approached her register, and began ordering. She happily helped him, though when I tapped (Summon CG), she blinked, held a finger up, and smiled. “Excuse me, sir. I just need a moment.”

She walked over to me, and I whistled nonchalantly, pretending to be sweeping. She marched over to me with an obvious mission, arriving right in front of me. “What is it, Charlie?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

I glanced up, acting as though I didn’t even notice her until she spoke. “What do you mean? I’m good. I thought you were helping a customer.”

Her brows furrowed, and she leant forward a bit. “Are you sure you didn’t…” she trailed off, shaking her head, sighing. “Whatever.” She briskly and flatly stated, turning around and heading back to the front. I slipped my hand into my pocket, tapping the button again. Within an instant, she spun on her heels and marched right back over to me. “There’s nothing I can help you with?” She seemed irritated, but not with me. She glanced down at her legs, gripping her thighs and holding them as though she were afraid they might just walk off without her.

“No, Anita. I’m trying to actually work here, okay?” She scoffed, but had nothing to actually say in return. She strolled back over to the counter, letting out a small sigh and tending to her customer, an older man in a suit who had just wanted a coffee. I tapped the button again from my pocket, but I suppose I hit the wrong one.

“Anyway, sir, would you like any cream or SUGAR? WOAH! I’M SORRY! DON’T LOOK!” She suddenly shouted, drawing my attention from the dusty floor to her station, where she was standing before the gentleman, her hands hoisting the hem of her shirt up to her chin, exposing her petite torso to him. My mouth fell open, as did his. Her tits were small enough that she hadn’t needed to wear a bra, and her adorable nipples had cute silver piercings running through them. “OH MY GOD! LOOK AWAY!” She begged. I almost felt bad for her.

I whipped my phone from my pocket, toggling the awareness off, and it was like a **** swept over the establishment. The suited man went from amazed to annoyed, and Anita went from horrified to “happy-to-help”. She kept her shirt raised, but the man no longer seemed interested. He glanced down at his watch and groaning with dissatisfaction. “Never mind.” He began, adjusting his tie, “Maybe if you spent less time stripping and more time making my damn coffee, I… I’m gonna be late.” He said, and walked off out of the building.

Anita turned to me, shrugging and pulling her shirt back down. Then, as though nothing had happened, she began tending to her work again. It was in my stunned silence that I glanced down at the app, Anita’s smiling avatar beaming up at me from my screen. My eyes ran hungrily over the upgrade tree, imagining my boss doing each and every one of the depraved deeds I saw, growing more and more fascinated by the second. “Hey, boss?” I asked.

“Yeah?” She answered back, no-nonsense, as always.

“How come you showed that guy your uh… yknow…”

“My chest?” She said, pausing for a moment and considering the question. After another few seconds, she just shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Guess I felt bad for making him wait or something.”