Al Cooper watched the his new potential hire stumble into his office. Not a great start to the interview, he thought, rubbing the sweat from his balding head with his hand, but the way he looks in that outfit, I'll overlook it.
The boy, Jon was his name according to the paperwork, had aced every interview so far. If Jon did well with this last one, Al would sign the contract and begin the two-week orientation process. He couldn't see how Jon wouldn't get the job. Jon was everything Al was looking for in a waiter. Long legs, great ass, huge tits, Jon was perfect.
"Have a seat," Al said warmly.
"Thank-you, Mr. Cooper," Jon replied weakly, swaying over to the chair opposite Al's desk. Al noted with pleasure how Jon's body automatically moved with poise, but also with a hint of seduction. Sure, Al had programmed the interview body modifier himself, but there was always an element of the unknown how the body would end up. Al figured it had something to do with DNA, but hadn't had the chance to look into it further; he had a restaurant to run, after all. Besides, he enjoyed the excitement of not knowing exactly what he was getting.
"Not over there," Al stopped Jon before he could sit down, "Over here."
Al patted his lap. Jon paused, seeming to consider.
Good, thought the older, sweaty man, I don't want these guys acting too easy.
A look of resignation crossed Jon's face, and he sauntered around the table and gently dropped himself onto his potential manager's lap.
Also good, Al smiled to himself, They have to know their place, after all.
Jon wrapped a slender arm around Al's shoulders, and began to run a manicured finger through the older man's remaining hair.
"Will this do, sir?" Jon was trying to disguise his disgust. Al could tell. He didn't care. Be disgusted. You don't go to work to enjoy yourself, after all, you go to earn a paycheque. If you liked it, it wouldn't be called work!
"For now," Al replied, "You've done extremely well in the interviews so far, Jon. I want you to know that I'm very close to signing your contract. For this last interview, we'll be a bit more informal. I want to get to know you better. Tell me a bit more about yourself."
Jon stopped playing with Al's hair and let his hand drop to the manager's chest. While he toyed with the buttons on Al's shirt, he answered.
"I'm just a regular guy, I guess, I like playing video games, I like school... my best friend Karyn and I watch a lot of movies..."
Al sighed and shook his head. He was pretty sure he was going to give Jon the job no matter what, but since Jon wasn't playing the part well enough, he was going to have to take over the interview himself. He didn't mind, really, but he always had so much more fun when the waiters showed a bit more initiative.
Reaching around the nubile body that Jon wore, he grabbed a small device from the desktop, aimed it at Jon and...
