I walked into the back change room to find Crystal, a cute blonde, just getting up from her matt while Lucinda was still down on all fours twerking her ass.
Crystal smiled and blushed a little as she pushed her tits forward, “Hey Boss!” she said excitedly.
“Ready for your shift Crystal?” I asked, ignoring for the moment the twerking ass right in front of me.
“Absolutely Boss, can’t wait!” she replied and then hurried out onto the main floor of the restaurant, leaving Lucinda and I alone.
I looked back down at Lucinda and then gave her ass a firm slap, “Looking good Luci.” I said and watched goosebumps form all over her ass as she let out a gasp and then a moan.
She didn’t stop twerking for even a second.
Six months ago the restaurant was on the verge of bankruptcy. Staffing costs were up, nobody wanted to buy over priced chicken wings, especially if the waitresses refused to wear the skimpy outfits that the place was known for!
It had been a long time coming really, society had changed, and the younger generation refused to be exploited for minimum wage any more.
I’d considered closing the place down, it wasn’t like it hadn’t made me a fortune in it’s heyday, but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t want to start all over again when retirement was coming up so quickly.
And so I did what everyone seemed to be doing these days and turned to technology for a solution, though completely as a joke at first.
I’d found the subliminal message generator on a chinese e-commerce site and just assumed it was a cheap piece of chineesium and that it wouldn’t do anything but drain my wallet of a couple of bucks.
But I’d been in a mood that day and decided to buy it anyway. It took three weeks to arrive and was little more than a small square black box with an stereo input and another stereo output on opposites sites and an SD card on one of the other sides.
There were no instructions, of course, but I threw caution to the wind and inserted the SD card into my laptop and found two text files on it. A README in chinese, than when translated, basically said insert the box in any stereo signal you wanted to add your messages to and then edit the second file to include which messages you wanted to insert, one per line.
The sample message was simple enough, “be happy”.
It seemed reasonable as a self help kind of thing, but I was a business so I made a few simple ones to start with; “customers enjoy their time at the restaurant”, and “staff enjoys working at the restaurant”.
Both seemed harmless at worst, and possibly beneficial to both groups at best.
To my surprise two things started happening almost immediately; sales increased, and staff started smiling.
Within two weeks the place was hopping again and turning a profit.
I’d been dumbfounded, but couldn’t argue with the results, and that’s when the gears in my head had started turning.
So I added a couple of more messages to the SD card; “staff wants to wear the restaurant uniform”, and “staff want to look good at work”.
By the end of the week all of the girls were decked out in their orange uniforms and had started applying their makeup like they were going out to prom.
Sales increased even more.
It was at this point that I had my moral crisis.
I knew what I was doing was immoral, and that I should just remove the box and smash it with a hammer, but I was enjoying having the restaurant hopping again. It was full of life, everyone was having a good time, and no one was complaining.
After a few beers, I managed to convince myself that I wasn’t doing anything wrong, that no one was getting hurt, so it was all alright.
Which probably was ok, but in my slightly buzzed state, I went back into the office and made a few more additions to the messages; “staff likes showing off their bodies at work”, “staff want to be fit and toned”, and “staff don’t mind when customers complement, or lightly touch, their bodies”.
That last one was the big problem, in my buzzed state my mind hadn’t quite put it correctly. I’d had a few complaints from the staff about “crude” remarks and a instance of one misunderstood contact.
I’d intended the message to be two, one for the customers that touching was never a good idea, and the second for the staff to ignore any comments.
By the time I noticed something was wrong in the restaurant it was almost a week later. Because the message was so poorly worded it had effected both the customers and staff. The customers had interpreted it to mean that they should complement the staff on their bodies, and that they get a little handsy with the staff.
The staff had taken it to mean that they didn’t mind the attention of the customers at all.
By the end of that week, the customers were touching the staff’s asses, and the staff were lapping up the complements.
I had gone back to see what I’d done and face palmed at my own carelessness.
The problem was that now that I’d seen how such a small change could result in such big consequences, and how far in the rear-view mirror my moral crisis was, well, I kinda just went for broke.
“staff love showing off their tits and ass”, “staff want to have nice juicy asses and big fat tits”, “staff respect, trust, and obey the owner”, “staff never feel embarrassed or shy around the owner”, “staff enjoy having the owner touch any part of their bodies”, and “staff think that servicing the owners sexual needs is just part of the job”.
I’d hesitated at that last one, just for a moment, and I hadn’t yet gotten up the gumption to actually test it out, but the rest had gone extremely well.
When I’d made some space to expand the change room a bit and suggest that it would be a good workout space for them, the staff had immediately taken me up on it.
Several of the staff had already had boob jobs done, more were scheduled, and all were actively getting their asses into shape.
The restaurant was so busy I’d been talking to the landlord about taking over the space next door as well.
Lucinda finally stopped twerking her ass and got up off the matt, she walked over to me with a giant smile on her face as she set her hand on my chest and rubbed it a little while pushing her tits out.
“Say Boss… you like my nice juicy ass right?”
I smiled and nodded, “Sure Luci, it’s amazing, you’ve worked so hard on it.”
Lucinda flushed and bit her lower lip, “Thanks… you know if you wanted to do more than just give it a smack you could come over to my place after work some time… if you wanted.”
I smiled and nodded as I reached around and grabbed her ass, giving it a shake, “You know what? Since you asked so nicely, I think I just might.”
She let out a moan and then leaned in and kissed me on the lips before turning and wiggling her ass out of the change room and onto the main floor of the restaurant.
I took a moment and then left as well, tracking down Jill, the floor manager to let her know that Lucinda should be the first to be cut tonight.
