Even though I took the bus, I still manage to make it to the interview on time. Its a small clean-looking bar and the neon sign outside says Ginger's. I walk in, a bell dings, and a short blonde lady with a clipboard and a headset immediately corners me. She's got on a pair of tight skinny jeans and a leather vest that plunges well into her chest. She adjusts her thick green frames and takes a pen from the apron around her tiny waist. "Hi, welcome to Ginger's. Are you here for the bartending interview?"
"Yes I am, miss. My name is Lyle Hernandez." I hold my hand out for a handshake, but she stares at me, lost in my eyes. The place is empty save for some guy in the back moving crates around so no one notices her pounce me. To break her out of it, I fake a cough. "Oh yeah, right. I'm Ronnie Jericho and I'm the manager here." She grabs my hand and while I try to be gentle, I still give her strong shake. "Oh wow, you're really strong, Lyle. You work out?" Ronnie moves her hands up my arm and to my shoulder. This girl is really feeling me up right now. I'm kind of shocked but at the same time it's turning me on. She is pretty fucking cute with her two blonde ponytails. And I can smell her feeling the same way. She moves closer and closer until she's pressed up against me, her small breasts almost popping out of her super tight vest. It's getting really hard to control myself as she moves in, inches from my face. I can feel Junior start to wake up but it's hard to tell if she can feel it. Her chest glistens with sweat and she starts breathing hard and it becomes unbearable to hold back. I grab the girl's face and kiss her deep and hard. Huh, she has a tongue ring. Sexy.
Ronnie freezes, unsure if she likes it or I just lost the job. I pull away and give her a chance to speak. Ronnie puts her hand over her chest to catch her breath. "Well damn Lyle. That was... that was, oh man!" She fans herself with the clipboard. "You are certainly gifted, Mr. Hernandez." She looks me over again, eyes drifting more south this time. Thanks to my new bigger package and my small-Lyle jeans, nothing is left to her imagination. And she locks on target. "You got the job. Oh yeah, you got the job. Ladies night will be insane with you anywhere near this building. But you do know how to make drinks right?" I look around the place to see if that guy is still hanging around. The coast is clear. Instead of telling her a simple 'yes", I play around with her raging hormones. I slowly lift off my shirt, letting her get absorbed in every cut and edge of my massive musculature. Once it's off, I twist it and place it in my back pocket fully revealing my physique and driving her wild.
Ronnie just about loses it again. My sheer testosterone levels are working overtime on this one. This time she squeezes her thighs together to try to calm herself, but she's already soaked through her jeans. I can smell it. "Damn, Hernandez. Okay, okay you got the job. If you can't make drinks, they won't complain about the service that's for sure. No one can complain about any of this." She raises her hand to touch my giant pecs but stops herself with little space to spare. "Oh yeah all of this is... just whoa. All of it. Oh jeez, I gotta go." She wiggles, still holding her thighs together, over to the office, tosses the clipboard inside, and grabs her purse. She wiggles back over to me. "Here are the keys to the place. Give them to Andy, he should be restocking the fridge in the kitchen. He's in charge till I get back. Business doesn't kick up until 8, you can stay or come back around 7 to help or whatever. I just gotta go take care of a problem at home. A, a um, plumbing problem that I just totally forgot about. I'll see you later." To fuck with her some more, I take hand and kiss it gently. "I'll be here waiting for you." She almost melts against the the doorframe but she grabs the handle and bolts out the door and down the sidewalk. This job is going to be fun.
I put my shirt back on and walk to the back to find Andy. I find him trying to carry a fresh keg of beer but it's too heavy and it's slipping. I swoop in and grab the whole thing from him and I'm kind of surprised how easy it is. "Gee thanks, guy. Ronnie would have killed... Oh shit. I didn't think they made us that big."
"Yeah well where do you need this?"
"Out front, behind the tap. I'll hook it up. You the new bartender?" I nod. "Okay finally. Where's Ronnie?" I toss him the keys. "She said she had to step out to take care of a plumbing problem at home. She said you're in charge till she gets back."
"I'm in charge, huh. Cool. Well listen, I got the rest but if you want a beer go ahead and grab one on the house. Rather lose one freebee than a whole keg, right? And we don't get busy till 6 so you can stay and just watch how we do things here. Or you can leave, but be back by six. Cool?" I nod again. "Cool. I'll be in the back if you need me." He disappears, I grab my beer, grab a booth, and pop open my laptop.
In the Chronivac, I find Ronnie's profile and check out her stats. 5'2", 24, small rack, small perky butt, tiny waist: this girl is built like a pixie. A hot punk pixie but still. "Let's have some with Ronnie shall we?" First thing I do is scroll over to the butt section. She's a size 0, I kick her up to a 8, which will look colossal on her tiny frame. Next for her hair, I make it super long, down to her butt, and I give her some waves through it. I let her keep her super cute glasses and piercings. I go over to the psychological tab and scroll through options. It says bi-curious, fun. I make her fully bi and turn down sexual jealousy to a 1. Her sensuality is only at level 3, which is kind of surprising considering how low her top went. I crank it up to an 8 and give her a boost in her sexual confidence. I let her keep her punk attitude and her top notch brain for business but make her be something of a slut. God damn Ronnie's gonna be so dam hot when I see her tonight. My super hot, edgy, big bootied, super smart, blonde, boss who is always ready to go. This job is going to rock. I set the Chronivac to start her changes when she come back to the bar, put my laptop in the back, and wait around for the moment of truth to arrive.