Her Body, Your Choice Pt. 03

Part 3 "Drinks Plus"

1.

The Producers sat in their office on November 1st as they scanned over the subscriber counts. "Her Body, Your Choice" was a hit, and the provocative and scandalous nature of the events from Halloween Night created a buzz with the viewers.

"Look at these numbers! Not only did we not lose subs by Halloween, we actually gained a lot!" one of the producers proclaimed.

"Absolutely! The viewers are eating it up. Controlling Aoi and seeing her become the bimbo they want is all these creep's dreams." the second Producer added.

"And did you see their reaction as Aoi started to suck off her friend?"

"Of course, but this is just the beginning. Did you find an appropriate place for Aoi to work at?"

"Yes, this bar is perfect, and wait until you see Mr. Ram. He's exactly what we were looking for."

"I hope so."

2.

Aoi woke up the following day in a moment of reflection. Memories of her first strike and the subsequent loss of half a million dollars flashed through her mind. What a stupid mistake; it was only a blowjob--a blowjob she wanted to give but chickened out of.

She considered the viewers' disappointment and her loss of a fortune. Aoi vowed never to repeat that mistake. The weight of the viewer's influence and their power over her choices had become undeniable and exciting.

As Aoi opened up the package that contained the outfit she was to wear for her job interview, her eyes fell upon a pair of extremely short denim shorts and a form-fitting top.

Holding up the shorts, she thought: Well, well, well. The viewers should be thrilled as she winked at them.

She couldn't deny the allure of the outfit. Heck, she had masturbated to Jessica Simpson wearing it many times. With a mix of anticipation and determination, she tried it on and noticed out short they were cut. She was sure this outfit would send a clear message to whoever this new employer was.

"If this is what it takes to succeed, I'm ready to dive in headfirst. No holding back anymore." Aoi said to the viewers, who responded with heart emojis.

Aoi felt excitement and nervousness as she prepared for her job interview. She had been given an address and an outfit to wear only. Aoi couldn't help but wonder what kind of job would require such an outfit. Still, she expressed her hopes to the viewers, hoping this opportunity would be a stepping stone towards her dreams but not be too bad. Her last job really did suck.

When Aoi arrived at "Drinks Plus," a rundown bar with only one table occupied by a group of men, she couldn't help but feel skeptical. The place had seen better days, and the atmosphere felt sleazy and dimly lit. But she pushed her doubts aside, reminding herself that the viewers had arranged this interview, and she had to do whatever it took to secure the job.

As she walked in, the sleazy owner, Mr. Ram, immediately spotted her. With a lecherous grin, he confirmed that she must be Aoi. His eyes roamed over her figure, evoking a twinge of excitement mixed with discomfort. Yet, she maintained her flirty demeanor, aware that the viewers were watching.

"Um, hi there. I'm Aoi. I'm here for the job interview." She said nervously, becoming aware of how much her voice made her sound like an airhead bimbo. She was still getting used to that. She added, " I've heard great things about this place." She tried to sound flirty.

Mr. Ram's gaze intensified, his voice dripping with suggestive tones. "Well, well, well... aren't you a delightful surprise? Come on in, sweetheart," he said, his lecherous smile never faltering.

Aoi gave a coy smile, playing her part. "Thank you, Mr. Ram. I'm really excited about this opportunity. I've had a rough time lately and could really use a break."

Mr. Ram's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh, I see. Well, maybe we can help each other out, darlin'. This place is called 'Drinks Plus' for a reason. I'm looking for someone who can provide that extra special service. And you seem like someone who can bring a certain... charm to the job."

Aoi maintained her flirty persona, subtly hinting at her willingness to please. "Oh, customer satisfaction is my top priority, Mr. Ram. I'm always ready to go the extra mile to make everyone happy."

Mr. Ram's smile widened, indicating that Aoi's physical appearance was essential to the job. Sensing an opportunity, the viewers asked Aoi to inquire about the uniform, curious to see what Mr. Ram had in store for her.

"By the way, what's the dress code here? Do you have a specific uniform in mind?" Aoi asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

Mr. Ram's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Ah, the uniform. Don't you worry. I've got something special planned for you that'll make our customers' hearts skip a beat."

Aoi's heart also skipped a beat, unsure what to expect from this man.

"I hope I can meet your expectations, Mr. Ram. I'm really eager to make a good impression."

Mr. Ram leaned in, clearly intrigued. "I have a feeling you won't disappoint. We both stand to benefit greatly from this arrangement."

Aoi flashed a grateful smile, leaning in for a hug, a move calculated to display her enthusiasm for the job. However, Mr. Ram took advantage of the moment, his hands wandering to feel her butt. Aware of the viewers' desires, Aoi decided to go along with it, understanding that they wanted her to secure the job at any cost.

"Thank you, Mr. Ram. I won't let you down."

Mr. Ram, his tone filled with anticipation, said, "I'm sure you won't let us down, my dear. We'll see you on Friday. And remember, here at Drinks Plus, customer satisfaction is our top priority."

Aoi forced a smile, her mind focused on the task at hand. "I'll keep that in mind. See you on Friday."

As she walked away, she muttered, "I didn't even give him my measurements for the uniform. Well, I guess I'll find out on Friday. I must keep the viewers happy, which means keeping Mr. Ram and the customers satisfied."

As she strolled home, anticipation and unease filled Aoi's mind. The encounter with Mr. Ram had left her with mixed feelings, but she knew that, for now, this job was a necessary stepping stone on her journey.

3.

As Aoi applied her makeup, she marveled at her progress on HRT in just four months. Her skin had become softer and more radiant, her features had become more feminine, and her curves had developed beautifully. She caressed her now 36B tits enjoying their weight. She admired her reflection in the mirror, never feeling happier. Living as a girl felt like she was living a dream.

The show also had its effects. Aoi's full lips were stunning, and her voice was something out of an erotic roleplay. She had started to notice her actions were also changing. Before, she would shy away and hide in the shadows taking every chance from clothes to her walk to be unseen. Now she dared to be seen! She walked seductively and dressed it as well. She flirted with everyone and dived into a bimbo persona when the mood fit. She was becoming that sex symbol she dreamed of being, and she loved it.

Arriving at Drinks Plus, Mr. Ram greeted her and handed her the uniform for the evening. Her eyes widened in surprise as she held up the outfit--a sexy schoolgirl uniform straight out of a porn set. The size seemed smaller than expected, but Aoi shrugged it off, determined to make the best of the situation and knowing she had no choice if she didn't want to receive any more strikes.

Aoi stepped into the dimly lit bathroom of Drinks Plus, clutching the sexy schoolgirl uniform in her hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, a sense of anticipation and nervous excitement filled her. She knew her viewers were eagerly waiting for her next move, their desires guiding her actions.

The commands from the viewers came through, asking her to put her hair into pigtails and play the part of a flirty oblivious airhead schoolgirl.

Aoi's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she read the command. The viewers wanted her to fully embrace the role, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. She picked up the hair ties from her purse. She quickly fashioned her hair into cute pigtails, accentuating her youthful appearance.

As she admired her transformation in the mirror, she knew she had to push her performance to new heights, delivering what they desired. With a deep breath, she adjusted her outfit, ensuring it showcased her assets while maintaining the schoolgirl persona's charm.

As Aoi exited the bathroom, ready to embark on her first night at Drinks Plus, the viewers' commands echoing in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder how far she would go to keep them satisfied.

Mr. Ram gave her a quick rundown of her duties: taking orders and ensuring customer satisfaction while he prepared the drinks. She nodded, trying to suppress her unease and embrace the character the viewers told her to portray.

The bar had two occupied tables this evening. One table housed a group of middle-aged men, regular customers of the establishment. They exchanged glances as Aoi approached, their eyes lingering a bit too long on her schoolgirl attire. Aoi maintained her bumbling demeanor, feigning innocence and obliviousness to their advances but secretly relishing the lewd attention.

She recognized the same middle-aged men at the same table from her interview. Bill, Reggie, and Oscar. They exchanged glances as Aoi approached, their eyes lingering a bit too long on her schoolgirl attire.

"So, Aoi, which school are you attending?" Oscar inquired.

Aoi twirled her hair. "Oh, I was kicked out of school," she pouted.

Bill raised an eyebrow. "So you are a naughty girl?"

Aoi blushed and giggled. "Well, I try my best to be a good girl, but sometimes... naughty things just happen to me."

Reggie leaned in. "Naughty things happen to you? Do tell us more!"

"Oh, I couldn't possibly share all my secrets. But let's say; things are interesting when I am around." She said coyly.

The regular customers exchanged glances, their interest piqued by Aoi's teasing responses. They reveled in the playful banter, relishing the opportunity to indulge in their fantasies within the safe confines of the bar. The bar, usually occupied by them and Mr. Ram, had significantly improved with Aoi here.

Reggie leaned even closer: "Well, Aoi, it seems you have a mischievous side. We like that!"

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet!" Aoi said with a giggle.

At the other table sat four boisterous jocks from San Diego State University. Aoi was relieved to discover they were not from her former department, avoiding any potential awkward encounters.

"So, sweetheart, what's a cute schoolgirl like you doing in a place like this?" One of the jocks said.

"Oh, you know, just trying to make some extra money for my school supplies. It's so hard being a student these days."

He grinned. "Tell me about it. You are really rocking that uniform."

Aoi blushed. "Tee-hee! It's all part of the fun. Just trying to make everyone happy."

At that moment, one of the jocks accidentally dropped his cell phone, and it bounced to the floor.

Aoi's eyes widened with surprise and mischief as she spotted the fallen cell phone. The viewers saw this as an opportunity for playful teasing, and the command appeared to her.

She looked down at the cell phone, her eyes meeting the jock's gaze with a playful twinkle. "Oh, looks like you dropped something. Let me help you with that," she said, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation.

She bent down slowly, her short skirt riding up slightly, drawing attention to her shapely legs. With a sly smile, she picked up the cell phone, her movements deliberate and tantalizing.

As she returned the cell phone to the jock, her fingers brushed against his hand, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Aoi couldn't help but notice the jock's reaction fueling her desire to be the center of attention.

The jock, now intrigued by Aoi's playful demeanor, grinned appreciatively. "Thanks for the assist," he said, his voice filled with amusement and curiosity.

Aoi giggled and replied, "No problem! Just doing my part to make sure everything is in order." She flashed a mischievous smile before turning her attention to the other jocks at the table.

Throughout the evening, Aoi navigated customer interactions to satisfy their desires. Mr. Ram watched from the corner, an unpleasant smirk etched on his face as he observed the dynamics at play.

Dialogue:

As the night progressed, she served them with her playful, ditzy charm, giggling at their jokes and responding with exaggerated innocence. The jocks played along, enjoying the novelty of Aoi's role and relishing in the fantasy. As it turned out, Aoi could roleplay a character very well, especially a flirty one.

After a busy night of serving and flirting, Aoi was alone with Mr. Ram as the bar began to wind down. She could sense exhaustion and satisfaction in his eyes as he approached her.

Mr. Ram leaned against the bar counter, a slight smirk on his face. "Well, well, Aoi. I must say, you did quite well for your first night," he commented, his tone laced with a hint of admiration.

Aoi smiled, grateful for the acknowledgment. "Thank you, Mr. Ram. I'm glad I could meet your expectations," she replied, her voice tinged with playfulness.

Mr. Ram's gaze lingered on her, assessing her discerningly. "But don't be fooled, Aoi. You've just scratched the surface. I think you should call me Professor while here; it will help with the character.," he said, his words dripping with insinuation.

Aoi's heart raced, partly from the thrill of the attention she was receiving and partly from the uncertainty of what Mr. Ram meant. She maintained her innocent schoolgirl facade, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What do you mean, Professor?"

Mr. Ram chuckled, his voice low and suggestive. "Oh, my dear Aoi, there are many ways to please our customers. Let your imagination run wild. Remember, they come here for an experience they can't find anywhere else. This is "Drinks Plus" You are the "Plus" now," he explained, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Aoi nodded, absorbing his words.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Professor. I'll keep that in mind," Aoi replied, her voice laced with a newfound determination.

Mr. Ram patted her shoulder approvingly. "Good. I have high hopes for you, Aoi. The success of this bar depends on you, as I know you depend on this job. Keep up the good work," he said, his tone a mix of business-mindedness and genuine encouragement.

4.

Aoi felt a wave of apprehension as the upcoming poker Sunday approached. The events of Halloween lingered in her mind, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their usual gathering. She did feel bad about giving Jackson blue balls after walking out mid-blow job.

The command came from the viewers to make it up to him. Aoi felt anxious.

The viewers took charge as she stood before her mirror and decided on her outfit. Their choice was unexpected but intriguing--a pair of form-fitting yoga pants and a sleek halter top. Casual, sporty, and sexy.

She hesitated momentarily, as this attire differed from her usual poker night outfits. But after the recent events of Halloween and her experiences at Drinks Plus, Aoi felt a newfound confidence within herself. She embraced the viewers' choice.

Slipping into the snug yoga pants, Aoi admired how they accentuated her curves and hugged her figure. Their soft, stretchy fabric provided comfort and flexibility, perfect for a long poker night. She then donned the halter top, print pink and stylish, adding a touch of allure to her ensemble. With proper tucking, she presented a perfect sexy yoga girl.

As Aoi stood before the mirror, with her makeup carefully applied, her hair styled in loose waves and perfectly tucked, she admitted she looked terrific. "If I don't do something tonight, all the boys might get blue balls," she told herself and the viewers.

Aoi arrived at the poker gathering slightly earlier than usual. She felt nervous and anticipation, knowing she had to make it up to Jackson after she bailed on him on Halloween. As she entered the room, she noticed that Cameron hadn't arrived yet and Brandon was engrossed in watching anime in his room.

Taking a deep breath, Aoi approached Jackson and asked if she could speak to him privately. Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he agreed, and they moved to his bedroom.

"Hey, Jackson. I wanted to talk to you about what happened last time... I'm really sorry for walking out on you like that. It wasn't fair, and I want to make it up to you."

Jackson looked at her, his interest piqued. "Apology accepted, Aoi. I appreciate you coming to me like this. So, how do you want to make it up to me?"

Aoi bit her lip, The viewers chimed in, urging her to go for it, and she felt a surge of determination.

"Well... you know... what if I finish what we started?"

Jackson raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Aoi's proposal. He unzipped his pants, and Aoi hesitated momentarily, her heart pounding. She glanced at the camera in Jackson's hand, realizing he intended to capture the moment. What a sleazeball, the viewers told her to put on a performance for him and the camera.

"Okay, I'll do it. But, Jackson, promise me you won't share this with anyone else, right?"

Jackson smirked, holding up the camera. "Don't worry, Aoi."

With a mix of nerves and excitement, Aoi leaned forward, complying with the viewers' wishes. As she pleasured him, she couldn't help but wonder why she was so scared last time. She was in joy, forgetting the presence of Jackson's camera.

When Aoi finished, she looked up at Jackson, and the viewers told her to swallow. The taste was salty and pleasant.

"Can you please keep this private?" Aoi pleaded as she looked between him and the camera

"Don't worry, Aoi. Moments like these must be preserved, but I won't tell anyone."

Despite her initial hesitation, Aoi couldn't deny the thrill of exhibitionism and the knowledge that her actions were being documented for an unseen audience. She also couldn't deny that the viewers were watching, too. She had no idea how many thousands were watching. It added an unexpected layer of excitement to the encounter, making it more than just a simple act between two people.

As they composed themselves and rejoined the poker night, Aoi couldn't get the blowjob out of her mind. This was the first one she ever gave, and she loved it, and Jackson seemed to too. He did cum in her mouth, and pretty quickly.

The poker night proceeded as usual, with the familiar banter and friendly competition filling the air. As the cards were dealt and the chips exchanged hands, the conversation naturally veered towards Aoi's unforgettable portrayal of Chun-Li at the Halloween party.

Brandon, unable to contain his excitement, leaned in toward Aoi with a mischievous grin. "Ouchy, I must say, you were the star of the Halloween party! I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Aoi blushed, playfully rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on, Brandon. It was just a costume. But I'm glad you guys enjoyed it."

Jackson chimed in, his gaze lingering on Aoi. "Enjoyed it? We loved it! You and I both know we deserved to win that prize. Who could resist Chun-Li's kicks and killer moves, not to mention the hot Ryu hunk?"

Aoi laughed, knowing the flirting and teasing had become the new norm among the group.

"Well, my new look has made quite an impression. But let's not forget, this is still a poker night, boys. I expect you to bring your A-game on the cards."

While observing the playful banter, Cameron sat quietly in the corner, his eyes filled with lust and concern for Aoi. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, even though he was caught up in the excitement of the flirting. "You all know I appreciate Aoi's talent and beauty, but let's not forget why we're here. Poker, gentlemen. Let's focus."