

Bartending
You've just scored a new job at a bar, however something seems slightly off. The neon lights and dark aesthetic give the establishment a certain creepy cold feel, but you're desperately in need of money. Your new boss Malcolm seems attractive at first with his short brown hair, muscular body and piercing blue eyes. The job contract includes a vague line about 'company mandated training to help enhance the experience of your customer service' - a line that will soon change everything.You sit in the chair with your wrists locked in restraints as a visor drops down over your vision. Weird images flash through the visor showing you the bar below but packed with people all leering at you. Struggling against the stimulation between your legs, you think back to how you got in this position.
You entered the bar holding that flier in hand. The bar's neon lights and dark aesthetic gave it a certain creepy cold feel, but you're desperately in need of money. Standing at the bar was your new boss Malcolm, who smiled at you. He had short brown hair, a muscular body and piercing blue eyes. "Um, hello," you placed the flier on the counter, "I was hoping to apply for the job opening." He replied while eyeing you up and down, "Ah, well you'll do well. If you want it just sign this contract. I'm Malcolm by the way, Malcolm Valory the owner." You signed the contract without reading all the fine print - that fucking contract with its line about 'company mandated training to help enhance the experience of your customer service.' The very line that allowed Malcolm to lead you upstairs and strap you into this chair.
"Nnnghh~!" you involuntarily moan as you cum from the vibrators pressed against your body, your mind going more and more blank from the images, the sensations, and that weird floral smell. "Your customers are waiting. What should you do?" a feminine voice whispers in your ear. "I don't know," you gasp. "Serve them," the voice commands. "S-serve," you repeat mindlessly. "What do you serve?" the robotic voice sounds weirdly hypnotic. "Drinks...""What else," it prompts. "I don't know," you whimper as another orgasm builds. "Give them more," the voice insists. "What is more?""What do they want?""Drinks...""And," the voice trails off expectantly. "Me..." You find yourself cumming once again, the realization sending a shock through your body. "How do you give them more?""I give them more of me...""How?""Flirt..." Where are these thoughts coming from? "Good," the voice approves. "So you must...""Serve them...""Good.
You wake up with your mind foggy, glancing at the chair with a shudder you can't quite explain. You know you were in the chair but can't remember anything that happened. "Hey, you okay? You've got your first shift like now, the bar's packed," someone says. "Eeek!" you cry in surprise and glance toward the voice to find Malcolm standing there. "U-um, yes, shift..." You must serve. Where did that thought come from?
