Tristan Felds, low level employee at a upscale resort

Sitting on a stool in your trunks, you squinted down at your phone, the dim screen's light stolen away by the sun, even in the shade of the beach-side cabin and tried to make sense of what you were seeing.

Custom...girls? 10 daily...gems? You had trouble making out the rest of what you were seeing, there seemed to be a dialogue box covering most of the screen.

This strange app had appeared on your phone earlier in the day, and you'd been too lazy to try and delete it, and now you'd somehow managed to open the trojan app that had managed to sneak onto your phone when you picked it up.

Just then you were interrupted by a loud buzzer, alerting you to one of the cabana's requesting a service.

Setting your phone back down with a sigh – you'd have to deal with that later – you checked the alarm before heading off to the personal cabana that was summoning you.

A short ways down the beach about three structures down was your target. Just like the other identical cabana's this one was a tall roofed structure with a tissue thin transparent curtain falling down on all four sides, right down to the sand, currently the only barrier marking inside from out. Inside was a large, plush, king-sized bed, facing out towards the ocean, a mini-fridge and a bedside table on each side. Each cabana was basically a 3 star hotel room in it's own right, just placed smack dab in the middle of a beach.

Inside was the well-to-do woman who had called upon your services. She was a slender, athletic woman, straight platinum blonde hair pooling behind her head as she lounged in her bed. All she had on was a pair of oversize sunglasses, and a small, black, strapless bikini, showing off her delicate curves and the barest hints of her toned muscles, even completely relaxed as she was.

"Took you long enough! I saw you strolling over here, is that what you call service?"

"My apologies miss, I didn't realize it was urgent."

"Your job is to serve, of course it was urgent! You should be running to serve me!"

Lauren, you weren't sure if she was a business woman, a trophy wife, or someone's spoiled daughter, all you knew was she was a bitch. She wasn't the worst you'd seen, not even close, your resort seemed to see a lot of her type, but regardless it was always exhausting.

"Again, my apologies, I'll be sure to remember next time!" Cowing to their demands was usually the path of least resistance, and in your job it was the only way to secure a fat tip.

It wasn't often these types tipped at all to be perfectly honest, but the ones that did had such a skewed sense of money that an insult to them was a weeks worth of groceries to you. Putting on a smile and keeping her happy was a small price to pay.

"Well good...." Lauren deflated as soon as she realized her screeching had worked and she seemed somewhat stunned.

"So what was it you needed?"

As soon as she was reminded why she was even talking to you, Lauren perked up and began snapping at you again,

"Oh yes that's right! I need a Martini. Extra lime, and make sure the salt is pink sea salt! And make it strong, all your drinks this week have tasted watered down!"

"Of course! A Martini, double lime, pink salt and double tequila." You began repeating the order back to yourself to commit it to memory, but Lauren began to screech again,

"No no no! I want a normal martini! I just want you to make it right this time!"

"Ah, right, excuse me, I'll get right on that." Before she could snap anything else, you turned on your heel and jogged right back to the bar, just as she ordered.

Once you got back to the bar you immediately picked up your phone in order to make sense of the somewhat concerning app that had managed to install itself onto your phone.

Not talking back and acting obedient was the path of least resistance, that didn't mean you had to like it, so you had absolutely no issue with wasting time before getting back to work.

This time, when you turned on the screen you had no trouble deciphering what you were looking at. It very clearly appeared to be some sort of mobile game. 'Custom Girls.'

Ten gems a day... max of one hundred... achievements unlock more gems and a higher maximum... gems could be spent customizing women.

You were just skimming through the menu, the clear effort that went into the app somewhat abated your fears that it was merely a virus, but the last bit caught your attention.

Was this some sort of porn game? It now had your interest.

Against your better judgment, being at work and all, you decided to explore it a little bit more before starting on that drink you were supposed to be making.

You figured, like most games, you could just ignore the tutorial and feel things out as you went, especially as a mobile game. The first thing that caught your eye was the large button that said 'GIRLS.'

That seemed like a perfect place to start.

As soon as you entered the new page, just about everything on screen disappeared, except for the UI and a single button that said 'Lauren València Balks.'

Lauren, huh? That was some kind of coincidence....

Activating her button filled up the screen however, in one corner was a rotating blacked out silhouette of a woman and a brand new array of buttons, 'Speech, Head, Face, Breasts, Body, Ass, Legs, Motor, Misc. and Hotkeys.'

Well there was no denying this was a porn game now.

You were starting to get a little uneasy messing with it now, at work, and especially since you didn't even know the origin of this game. Still that name 'Lauren' had you intrigued. Thinking back to the Lauren you had to deal with your curiosity got the better of you and you tapped on 'Speech.' The menu changed again and once more the array of buttons disappeared down to a measly four,

Submissive speech - Custom girl must refer to you respectfully in all interactions - 1 gem

Proud tease - Custom girl will make lewd references to her own body in the presences of player at random intervals - 5 gems

Self-depreciative - Custom girl will insult herself in place of any compliments and/or complaints she has about the player - 10 gems

Slut override - Custom girl will be unable to say anything other than how much she wants the player to use her - 50 gems

Some real specific options there. You were tempted by all of them, even though you could only afford three. In the end though, your gamers instincts were against spending everything you had on an exploratory purchase so you went right for the cheapest one. It was immediately greyed out, and a flash alerted you to the updated shopping cart icon at the top of your screen. After zooming through the pretty standard confirm purchase rigamarole you were returned back to Lauren's main screen with all the different category buttons, a new one appeared right at the top 'Available Customization.'

That seemed pretty self-explanatory, so you opted not to investigate further. Beyond the new button nothing else seemed to happen, you were starting to wonder if this app could even be called a game....

With a sigh you put your phone back down. It was about time for you to get working on 'your' Lauren's drink. It was a simple affair, even with her obnoxiously specific details so even with your momentary distraction it wasn't long before you were speed walking back, focusing on not spilling any of the drink.

"Ugh, finally! Was that really so hard that you had to take so long? Thank you, sir." Lauren sneered, allowing you to place the drink on her side table before taking it herself and giving it a sip.

You were about to give her some half-assed apology when you were given pause.

Sir? Thank you? From her?

Lauren had already been here a week, and still had full month ahead of her – meanwhile you couldn't even imagine what it would be like to get a two week vacation, let alone five – and in that time she'd made it very clear you weren't worthy of either of those pleasantries. Weirder things have happened but still...,

"My apologies, I'll be sure to work twice as hard so you can relax."

"Thank you. See that you do."

"Was there anything else you needed at the moment, Miss... I don't think I ever got your last name."

Lauren turned to face you, and while you couldn't see behind her sunglasses something told you she was glaring at you,

"It's Balks." She spat, before turning away from you and fluttering her hand, "Now please sir, leave me alone." Her speech didn't match her tone or body language at all.

And her last name matched.... Now your heart was racing. Surely this wasn't just a coincidence and she hadn't just suddenly decided to learn some manners? No, her entire speech was too unnatural, that would be too weird. She was putting in 'pleases' and 'thank yous' and 'sirs' in where they didn't have to be, like she was compelled to fit a quota.

Making another bee-line back to your little hut you rushed to investigate your mysterious app further. Under 'Available Customization' you found exactly what you expected, 'Submissive Speech,' under that however you were surprised by what you saw. Firstly there was a trio of toggle's, 'Custom Girl's Awareness, Other Custom Girl's Awareness, and On looker Awareness.' All of them were currently toggled to off. Additionally there was several more purchases available,

Add title - "Master" - 2 gems

Add title - "My lord" - 2 gems

Add title - Custom - 5 gems

Add greeting - Custom - 8 gems

Add farewell - Custom - 8 gems

You could pretty much intuit what all of that meant. Awareness tripped you up a little bit, but you supposed Lauren didn't seem to notice she was actually being awkwardly respectful. Without really thinking, curiosity got the better of you and you flipped her awareness on, then squinted down the beach. For a good couple minutes you stared at her through her cabana's curtains, but from your distance you couldn't notice even a hint of reaction.

Turning back to your phone you glanced at the purchases again. You could afford all the title customization right now, but you were far more interested in the 'Custom' options than the cheapest two. It seemed to make them obsolete, but if you bought the title one you'd only have enough for the other two which felt more like a punishment than anything.

After a moment of thought, you moved your thumb down to the greeting one and confirmed your purchase, bringing your gem total to one, and replacing half the add greeting button to a blank text box, a tiny string of numbers in one corner. A few test types showed that the number went down with every character. Of course there was a limit. If that was actually going to change the way she talked to you, then it would be absurd to have her reciting an entire porno script every time.

Giving your decision a bit more thought you decided on the perfect greeting and then eagerly awaited the next time Lauren would call on you. The wait was starting to kill you though. You'd never wanted to be ordered around by a guest more than this moment to see what would happen. The one day there's only one other person on the beach, and you couldn't enjoy how easy it was for you.

You instead killed time by exploring the app more. There wasn't much that needed any in depth research though. You could customize her body parts, and supposedly straight up change her shape and measurements. That seemed a little out there for you though, you wanted to customize her, not make a new girl. There were some subtler options that were more about reactions than appearance modifications that seemed promising. Even if you could afford them though, nothing was really catching your eye at the moment though. 'Motor' and 'Misc,' seemed like the most promising at the moment actually, again, they were all more than a single gem. Finally hotkeys had huge list of options at least comparable to literally every other menu, these all seemed to be set, repeatable actions though instead of circumstantial reactions.

Finally, once you had reached the end of exploring just what options you had available to you over Lauren you were given another buzz. You almost forgot to check to make sure it was even her, but you caught yourself right at the edge of the cabin and confirmed no one else had come down to the beach while you were busy exploring your phone.

Just like Lauren had asked you started to jog down the beach towards her cabin.

"Oh thank god you're here! I need you – t-to...." Lauren squealed at your arrival and for a moment sounded incredibly relieved, but came to a stuttering stop, bringing a balled up fist to her mouth for a second remained quiet.

"Miss Balks, was something wrong?"

"Wha – n-no, thank you I just wanted um... a refill. Thank you." Lauren's first thanks seemed genuine, as she was completely caught off guard by her own enthusiastic greeting, the second thanks however gave her pause again.

"Of course, I'll get right on that." Giving her an ear-to-ear grin, that only you knew the truth off, you grabbed her empty glass and rushed back to make her a new drink.

This time you didn't waste anytime throwing it together to her exact specifications. You couldn't believe that worked so well! Now you were actually kind of regretting you only went with speech. Still the change over her, and her clear confusion had instantly made interacting with her infinitely more enjoyable. It would've been even better if she didn't have those sunglasses on and you could really see her face, but regardless, you were spurred on to finish her drink and rush back to her in record time.

Once you got near Lauren looked your way and you could see her clear her throat, then when you made it to the curtain,

"Oh thank god you're here! I needed you –" Once again Lauren shouted excitedly at your arrival, but this time her shock was plainly written across her face, her jaw hanging open for a good couple seconds before she meekly pressed on, "To... uh, bring me my drink.... Now hand it over...! Please." Lauren flinched at her 'please,' apparently shook by involuntary politeness.

You just smiled warmly and set the drink down beside her before taking a step back.

Lauren eagerly swiped it up and took a deep draw from it, downing half the glass in a single chug.

You waited a moment longer than you normally would, hoping something interesting would happen, but when it seemed she was done talking to you, you excused yourself. Just as you turned around though,

"Sir!"

"Yes?"

Lauren's lips were pursed in a soured look for frustration,

"Sir!" She balled up a fist, "Sir! Would you please – damnit!"

"Is something wrong Miss Balks?" You cocked your head slightly trying your best not to smile and to look concerned.

"Did you put something in my drink?" Lauren barked, her cheeks going flush.

"Just the proper measurement or ingredients you specified."

Her lips just squeezed together even tighter and after a moment of looking down at her bed set the glass down,

"I think I've had enough. You can take it away, thank you." Once again she flinched at her own thanks, then immediately started power walking up to the main building of the resort.