How May I Serve You? My Uncontrollable Change From Successful Businesswoman To Low-Paid Waitress Chapters 8, 9 And 10 free porn video
How May I Serve You?
My Uncontrollable Change from Successful Businesswoman to Low-Paid
Waitress
By Rachel Rose Parker
And this is it! The final chapters of my first ever story on FM and it's
been a pleasure to share it all with you! I have been reading all the
feedback and taking it all in, both positive and constructive. I hope
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Recap: She can't control herself. Previously a successful and arrogant
realtor, Jessie finds herself magically transformed into a waitress in a
50s-themed diner and unable to be anything but the perfect employee.
Thanks to the cube, Jessie now uncontrollably loves her job, and has been
intimate with her manager, Jeff, but will she ever find a way to change
back, or more importantly, will she even want to?
Chapter 8
My heart dropped as I left the restaurant and heading out of the mall. I
had been so close to the cube.
I replayed the moment in my mind as I went on autopilot towards the car
park. If I had just controlled myself and not slowed down when he touched
me, or if I had just been that bit quicker, or maybe if I had covered my
ears, then I would have had the cube and could have fixed all this. Well,
fixed it with some minor changes.
If I got the cube, I would stop Jeff being in control, but maybe I would
also give myself a raise. Maybe some extra paid holiday days. I loved the
job now and there was no way I could leave it, but that didn't mean I
couldn't make it a little cushier.
I'd got so lost in thought that I didn't even register taking the keys
out of my purse and unlocking what was undoubtedly my new car. Or, well,
the car that I had now always had.
I groaned as I took it in. I was now the owner of a yellow, dinged up and
dirty Fiat Seicento. It was tiny and embarrassing.
As a letting agent, I had just bought myself a brand new BMW with leather
interior. I was so proud of it. Now, I slid myself in to the scratchy
upholstery that I quickly noted was stained. I scanned the backseat to
see several loose shopping bags. I was so exhausted working all the time
that I didn't pay much attention to the cleanliness of the car. You have
to have priorities. Well, at least that's what the new me was feeling.
It took three turns of the key and some spluttering and struggling from
the engine before the car rattled to life. It hit me I didn't know where
I was going. I decided to just start driving. Something told me I would
end up at my new life's apartment.
I turned the radio on. Thankfully, my music taste hadn't been affected.
Electro-pop was the soundtrack of my auto-drive.
I looked at myself in the mirror, red-faced and hair sticking out from
under my hat. I could feel the warmth from Jeff's cum between my legs. I
knew I would typically be disgusted, but I just squeezed my legs, almost
wishing it would make me cum again. I guessed I was still under the power
of his wish and wanting to be filled by him.
After fifteen minutes, I pulled in to a car space outside a grey
apartment block. Home, sweet home, I guess.
The car door squeaked as I slammed it shut and locked it. I hurried
towards what I assumed must be the front door. The area didn't look the
worst, but definitely was not the kind of place a young woman in a short
dress should be hanging around at night by herself.
The key for the front door was on the ring with my car key, so I quickly
let myself in, closing and locking the door behind me.
The building smelled of a mixture of stale cigarettes and damp. Yuck.
I clicked the button for the elevator but could quickly feel it in my gut
that it was out of service. On cue, it didn't budge. I sighed and rolled
my eyes. Looking up the stairs, I was aware that I was all the way up on
the fifth floor.
As I made my way up the stairs, I got a sense of the place. I could hear
people arguing in a foreign language, a baby crying, students having a
party. The walls were paper thin. This was a cheap place that was just
close enough to town to make it worthwhile putting up with how crappy it
was. And it was my home now.
I reached the fifth floor and instinctively put my key in a lock. I
caught myself for a moment, but let myself continue. These compulsions
hadn't steered me wrong yet. I was slowly but surely learning this life.
The door clicked close behind me as I stepped in to my apartment. It was
small, and it was a mess, but right away, I was hit by a comforting snug
feeling. This felt like my safe space.
Bar the bathroom, I could see everything in the single room apartment
from where I stood. Most of the furniture came with the place, and the
nicest pieces were from Ikea. Candles peppered the place. There was a
rusting frying pan and a couple of tea cups in the sink, a throw and some
DVDs littered the area by the TV, and the bed was against the corner of
the room, unmade. I spent most of my time out and about. I really just
used the apartment for sleeping and showering. If I couldn't find the
cube, I'd really have to motivate myself to clean this place up properly.
My stomach grumbled as I put my handbag down. I considered checking the
fridge and cupboards to see what food I might have, but passed right by
the kitchen for the bed. I was under direct orders to come home and go to
sleep. Jeff hadn't said anything about dinner. Oh well, it's not like I
didn't have to cut back on meals when I was down on shifts anyway.
I lay on the bed, too exhausted to take off my uniform (or was I still
under Jeff's order to leave it on?). My eyes were dropping quickly, but I
knew I had to make sure I woke up early. Maybe I could get to Bobby Joe's
before anyone else and, with luck, grab the cube off the floor before
it's too late.
I set an alarm on my phone just as my eyes shut and head dropped back on
the pillow. The bed may have been unmade, and the apartment messy, but I
was so comfortable. I went to sleep with conflicting thoughts running
through my head; to find the cube and fix everything, and to get working
tomorrow in the best job I'd ever had.
Chapter 9
I turned the key furiously, trying to get the car to come back to life
while people honked at me to move at the green light.
It finally kicked back to life and I rolled off, but not before some dick
in a Mercedes could overtake me and yell "Get off the fucking road, you
ditzy broad".
I'd slept like a baby the night before. I guessed Jeff's order had put me
into a good deep sleep. When I'd woken up, I finally got to check my
cupboards and fridge. Initially, it looked like I had been robbed, but
the reality that I just didn't have very much food in the apartment sunk
in. In the end, I had some store-brand Cheerio's and milk. It actually
went down a treat. Surprising, since I had a dairy intolerance for the
past two years. I guess my new life had got me accustomed to certain
foods that had been troubling me.
I arrived at the mall just as security was starting to open up the gates.
I planned on arriving early, but knew there was no point in being too
early since I still had to wait for Jeff to show up with his keys to open
Bobby Joe's.
I stood outside the restaurant, trying to see in the window past the
shutters. I could just about see a part of the cube on the floor. I had
to make a dash for it the second the shutter was up.
While waiting, I checked out my reflection in the window and made sure my
uniform was tip-top. I pulled my hair nice and tight beneath my
straightened hat, and tightened my apron high on my waist. I smiled at
how cute I looked in the uniform.
Lexi was the next to arrive. It would just be Jeff, some cooks, and us
until about noon when the lunchtime rush would be coming in.
We exchanged greetings. A part of me felt weird being so casual with this
woman. This was only the second day I had ever seen her in my life, but
it felt like we had worked together for years and shared so many bonding
experiences. Never underestimate the bond of wearing matching
embarrassing uniforms. It was a feeling I didn't want to let go. When I
got the cube, I'd have to do something nice for her. Maybe make sure we
both got raises or something. Maybe nice apartments for stupid good rent?
Now that we were so close, she could tell something was up with me.
"Jessie, you seem a bit off this morning, no?"
"Oh, eh... No. I'm just... My car is still being a pain and I'm just
worried I'll have to fork out for more repairs," I lied.
"Oh. Ok." I wasn't convinced she believed me.
The cooks arrived, closely followed by Jeff, who was punctual as ever.
"Morning, everyone. Morning, Jessie." Jeff was just shy of winking at me.
I wanted to yell at him to keep it quiet, but found myself blushing
instead.
He unlocked the shutter and pulled it up. I made sure I was right by him
and ready to be the first one in. Jeff turned the lock on the door. I
went to push it when-
"Jessie, hold on for a second."
And just like that I was stuck again. Damn it!
The others went in past us, taking jackets and bags off, getting ready
for the day ahead.
"Jeff, can I please go on it? I need to get something."
"This'll just take a sec."
My heart was racing. I needed to get that cube.
"After last night, I just wanted you to know that I... I had a really
great time."
I hadn't even thought of last night. I'd been so focused on getting here
and getting the cube.
"I know you are really passionate about the job, and I just wanted you to
know, I won't let this affect it. We'll just... I dunno, keep it quiet
for now and then I'll get in touch with HR when we know what's going on.
How's that sound?"
I didn't really care. I just wanted to get in and get control back. "That
sounds really great, Jeff. We'll just play it carefully for now."
"That's what I like to hear," he beamed. "Now get on in there and let's
have a good day."
And with those words, I could move again.
I shot him a quick smile as I turned and went in.
The speed I moved, it wouldn't have been surprising if I'd left behind a
cartoon dust shape. I scanned the floor, heart in my throat, hand tense
and ready to hold the cube again finally.
But as I looked around the floor, the cube was nowhere to be seen.
I backtracked, making sure I was at the right part of the floor. I
checked under the tables and in the gap between the seats just in case.
Some customers started to come in. I didn't have time for them. This was
more important. Lexi could take my tables.
My chest was pounding. What would I do if I couldn't find the cube? I
couldn't live my life under Jeff's total control, no matter how nice a
guy he seemed.
I stood up, nearly hyperventilating. I was almost about to scream when-
"Hey, you gonna look after those people at your table or what?"
Lexi was leaning against the counter casually, flicking something between
her fingers.
Flicking the cube between her fingers.
Chapter 10
I stopped. I couldn't breathe. My eyes locked on the cube. Lexi picked up
on my tension.
"What's up, Jessie?"
"Where..." I struggled to speak. "Where did you get that?"
"What? This thing?" She held the cube between her fingers. "I just picked
it up when I was sweeping the floor. I thought it looked kind of cool."
"I... I need that," I stammered.
"Why?" She gave me a sideways look.
"It's... It's mine."
She stayed silent.
I reached out for it but she dropped her hand behind her far quicker than
I could hope to catch.
"Please! I need that back!" I pleaded.
"Why? I don't think this is yours. I'm pretty sure I saw Jeff playing
with it yesterday."
I took a deep breath. She knew I was lying when I said it was mine, and
she was rightfully freaked out by my actions. As far as she was
concerned, it was really unlike Jessie to do something so untoward. I
decided to bite the bullet. We were close friends. She'd understand and
help me out. Especially when I told her my plans for us to get better pay
and apartments.
"This is going to sound crazy..." I lowered my voice.
"Uh-huh." She wasn't looking impressed.
"That cube... It has... Powers."
She furrowed her brow. I knew how crazy this sounded as I said it, but
what else could I say? I couldn't lie to her.
"It changed me. I wasn't like this. Up until yesterday afternoon, I was a
letting agent- a real good one- driving a nice car and living in a nice
apartment. Then I said something stupid while I was holding that thing,
and now... Well..."
"Haha! Yeah, right. Come off it."
"I'm serious!"
"Oh, of course," she mocked. "Pardon me, miss. I didn't mean to insinuate
you weren't living the perfect life until it was what? Magicked away?"
"I know it sounds impossible, but I'm telling you, Lexi. You and me
didn't even know each other until yesterday."
"And what exactly did you do to this cube to get it to do that to you?"
"I... I made a wish..."
"Oh, a wish?!" She still wasn't believing me. I had to try appeal to her
sympathy.
"Jeff... He got a hold of it. He didn't mean to, but he used it to make a
wish too..."
"Oh, yeah? And what did mister stick-up-his-butt wish?" She was still
smirking.
"He wished for total control of me. And then we... We did it here in the
restaurant last night."
This silenced her. She looked me in my eyes, trying to read me. The smile
came back to her lips after a moment.
"You slut! You slept with your boss in your workplace? That's gross! I
hope you wiped down the table afterwards. Oh god, which one did you use?
Did I touch it?"
"Shut up, I'm being serious! Please!" She tried to steady herself, but
was struggling to keep back the smiles.
"Please just give me the cube. I need it to fix things. I can give it
back to you once it's all back to how it should be. I was even thinking,
I might be able to use it to give us some nice things, like better pay
and holidays."
"Oh, how good of you," she said sarcastically. "Tell me this, Jessie. If
this cube is magic and grants wishes, how does it work?"
"I don't know the technicals, but it seems like if you say 'I wish', it
grants your wish."
"Oh yeah?" She raised her eyebrow. I didn't like the look of that. "So
what happens if I say I wish Jeff was just a waiter and I was the manager
of this place? What happens then-"
Both our eyes grew wide as the room flashed in front of us.
It settled down and my eyes slowly adjusted to reveal Lexi, no longer
wearing the same pinstripe uniform as me. Now, she was in the manager's
uniform of slacks, shirt and tie with the restaurant colours.
Lexi looked down at herself, mouth wide open. She started pulling on her
shirt, making sure it was real.
"See? I told you!"
"I don't believe it..." She kept staring at her new outfit. Her nametag
was fancier than mine; metal as opposed to plastic and her name printed
on it.
"I told you it works, Miss Mowski."
We both heard me say it and stopped. Why did I say her name so formal?
It's because she was now my boss, and she wasn't the kind of boss who was
called by her first name.
"What did you call me?"
"Miss Mowski..." I couldn't help it. I felt the same fear talking to her
that I had felt talking to Jeff.
"Oh my God! It's real! It's actually real! I don't believe it!" She
couldn't contain her excitement. "I can't believe it. I am now in charge!
I'm the boss!"
"Miss Mowski... Now that you see what it can do, do you think I could
have it to fix my-"
"Jeff! Jeff, get over here!" she called.
And Jeff obliged. But now, he was no longer in his managerial clothes. He
was in a waiter's uniform of black slacks, white shirt, red dicky bow,
long apron, and of course, stupid hat.
"Hi, boss. What's up?"
She smiled.
"What did you call me?"
"Oh, sorry. Miss Mowski. What can I help you with?"
"Jeff. I think the women's toilet may be backed up. I'm going to need you
to go check it out and unblock it, ok? And then give both bathrooms a
once over, alright?"
"Sure thing, Miss Mowski." He immediately and unquestionably went to his
task, but not before sending me a quick wink in his turn.
"I don't believe it! This is insane!" Miss Mowski was buzzing from the
power. "I can feel my new life. The training I have. The money I make.
Where I live. It's all so much better than before! And all thanks to this
little thing, right?"
She held up the cube.
I was worried now. She was being overcome with the power. I decided to
take a chance and reached out for it. Again, she was too fast and pulled
back out of my reach.
"Oh, Jessie. That won't do. I wish you wouldn't try take the cube off me
again. In fact, I wish you couldn't touch the cube full stop."
"No..." I whispered. That was it. She had just taken away my chance to
get my life back. Now I had to convince her to do it.
"I can't believe I'm in charge now... I wonder what else I can do..." She
scanned the restaurant.
"Ah..."
He gaze stopped on a trio of secondary school girls who were having
breakfast before school.
They seemed like laid back girls, with their uniforms unkempt, laughing
loudly and snapping pictures of each other with their phones.
"I wish those girls were nerdy and studious," Miss Mowski grinned.
My eyes closed at the flash of light again and when I opened them, the
loud girls were gone and replaced with three quiet young ladies with
their uniforms done up proper, their hair plaited back, glasses and
braces on all three, and books out on the table, studying.
"You can't do that-"
"I can't do what? I can do whatever I like now, Jessie. I have the power.
Sure, I bet they are happier this way. They'll have good careers as
scientists or something smart like that."
"I'm begging you, please, just make the wish to change me back to how I'm
supposed to be..."
Her smile dropped and she looked me in the eyes.
"You're telling me that we never knew each other, and you didn't work
this job that you love so much before yesterday?"
"Exactly. It was all the cube."
"And you want me to change you back?"
"Well, yeah. Except, I, eh... I kind of love the job now. If I could have
my old life but keep the job, maybe?"
She waved her hand.
"Na! That sounds too complicated! I like how you are, Jessie. I always
have. Real or not. But I will do you a favour. I will help you earn some
better wages here. I wish you had an impressive pair of boobs!"
"No-" I was cut off by the flash.
Even before I could see again, I could feel the weight difference on my
chest.
I looked down and saw massive breasts and a mountain of cleavage looking
back. I grabbed them, making sure it wasn't a figment of my imagination.
They must have been four cup sizes up from what they had been. They were
the breasts of a porn star.
"Oh wow! That's a mighty fine pair of tits you got there, Jessie!" She
laughed.
"That's not funny! Turn them back!"
"No, I think I like them as they are now. You will undoubtedly make more
tips this way. You're welcome."
I let out an exasperated weep.
"Oh, it's ok. You'll get used to them. And your boyfriend loves them."
My eyes widened.
"My what?!"
"Oh yeah. I wish you and Jeff were head over heels in love with each
other."
Another flash.
This time, I initially couldn't feel anything different, but I knew
better at this point.
"You can't do that. It's unethical. It's-"
"Don't worry. Your relationship has been signed off by the company. Just
enjoy it. Not everyone gets this kind of happiness."
"But I didn't ask for-"
"Here comes your beau now!"
Jeff walked out of the toilets, elbow length rubber gloves on. It hit me
like a tonne of bricks. It was like a cartoon where little angels fly
around. My heart skipped a beat. I was madly in love with Jeff.
He came up beside me and touched my elbow, sending a shiver down my
spine. I looked at him and blushed, unable to control my feelings for
him.
"I've got that sorted now, Miss Mowski. Want me to get cleaned up and
back on the floor?"
"That would be great, Jeff. But first, Jessie was just telling me about
your big plans?"
"Oh, yeah! About us moving in together? I don't know how we lasted this
long without doing it. I'm moving my stuff in to hers this weekend."
Into mine? But my place is tiny! But then again, I was very excited at
the prospect of having Jeff in the bed with me... I heaved my chest out
and caught Jeff checking out my cleavage. We shared a smile. I could
already sense it, that Miss Mowski was right, that these babies had
increased how much tips I was getting. My entire wardrobe was different,
with everything pressing against my chest now, but that was, I was
quickly going to have to accept, the way it had always been.
"That's just great, Jeff. I'm so happy for you lovebirds."
I blushed.
I know Miss Mowski had wished this, but this feeling was undeniable. I
loved him. He loved me. Less than 24 hours before, this might have been
my nightmare, but now I didn't want this to go away. I was so happy.
My name is Jessie, and I am a big-breasted Bobby-Joe's waitress in love
with a waiter called Jeff.
Smirking, Miss Mowski went to make her exit.
"Well, I have to be off. I have to meet with some people about a
promotion I think I have coming my way. But enjoy your happiness, you
two."
"Thank you," we said in unison, holding hands.
"Oh, and I wish you the best with the pregnancy."
My mouth dropped wide again as the room flashed.
My name is Jessie, and I am a big-breasted Bobby-Joe's waitress in love
with a waiter called Jeff, and we are having a baby.
THE END
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