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Hottie's Hottys - Naoto (P4 Brainwashing)
🕑 Added 2022-06-15 17:00:10 +0000 UTCAnd here are this week's stories! As requested (for this batch, at least), I'll try to keep them separate so they can be found easier.
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"So that'll be one chilli-dog, two full American burgers, and three strawberry milkshakes?" Naoto Shirogane asked, checking her notepad to confirm she had the order right before tucking her pencil behind her ear, sweeping a stray lock of blue hair out of the way as she went. “Coming right up, sweethearts.”
She grinned as she turned away from the table and strutted off to the kitchens at the back of the diner. Taking orders and serving tables was an unexpected change of career for the infamous Detective Prince of Inaba, she had to admit, but she felt like she was adjusting fine. The American ‘accent’ she had to put on was a bit much, maybe, but she could manage. And the tips weren’t half bad, either!
The blunette couldn’t help but smile as she handed over her latest order slip to the kitchen staff with a wink. This was the last place in the world she’d thought she’d end up in when she’d agreed to take on that missing persons investigation, and yet, here she was. And it was surprisingly… Was fun the right word? Maybe satisfying fit better. She always felt satisfied after a good day’s work here. If being a detective ever didn’t work out, this wouldn’t be a bad second choice career!
That was ridiculous, of course. She’d never give up being a detective. That kind of thinking was just an amusing daydream, nothing more. After all, the whole reason that she was working here in the first place was to gather information for her case – not that she was having much luck there, honestly. So far, she hadn’t seen anything suspicious at all.
It was a weird case to look into, too. Originally, it had been simple – almost too simple to even call an investigation. Supposedly a series of disappearances in the local adult female population, her investigation had soon revealed the fact that everything was much more mundane than the original reports had made out.
For one thing, the women reported ‘missing’ had gone all that far. No, most of them were still in town, just having moved to get ‘closer to work’, according to what they told her informants – and those who’d left all seemed to have done so under their own will, for similar reasons, settling in other towns and cities near their new source of employment. Such behaviour wasn’t all-together unusual, even if the way all of them had virtually cut off all contact with their former lives was odd. But still, that was hardly illegal. Ladies didn’t just become ‘Missing’ because they struck out for their own independence. Given her own issues with how people treated her for her gender, Naoto felt rather strongly about that issue!
And yet… No, something odd was happening here. Too many of these cases were popping up in quick succession, and all of them read the same way. A woman, usually an attractive one, would suddenly grow distant from family and friends after getting a new job at a local restaurant chain, and then cut all contact with them to ‘focus on her work’. Concerned close ones would try to phone and get no reply, come around to check on them to find their apartments vacant. Thus, the police reports. And, after a little looking around, the woman herself would be found, safe and sound, having simply relocated without telling anyone.
And there were all these notes of rather severe personality changes in the ‘victims’, too, not to mention some strange reports of sudden physical changes as well…
Suddenly, a clunk alerted Naoto to the tray of food that had just been placed on the counter in front of her by the cooks. Oh dear, she hadn’t been standing around daydreaming, had she? She had a job to do! Giving the cooks a nod, she grabbed the tray, and carried it off out into the diner, expertly navigating through the tables to provide it to the customers who’d ordered it.
Gosh, she’d gotten so spacey lately. It was so out of character for her. Probably just the result of pulling a few too many long shifts. Better get her head back in the game. Shaking herself, she stepped over to another table to get another order.
"One stack of pancakes with maple syrup, one full American breakfast, and a pot of coffee? Coming right up!"
Naoto grinned as she noticed the way the man at the table’s eyes glued themselves to her chest. That was always good for business. If she made sure to bend down and give him a good view when she came back with their breakfast, she’d probably get a pretty good bonus – as long as his girlfriend didn’t kill him, at least. Nothing personal, lady, that was just how this business worked! The uniforms alone made that clear.
And the uniforms here were skimpy, make no mistake. Tight blue booty shorts and white crop tops that barely covered the chest, let alone anything else… She remembered being embarrassed the first time she’d tried them on, but she’d gotten over that quickly. They were quite freeing to move around in once you got used to them – liberating, even! Sure, they’d been a little loose at first, but she’d really grown into them. Surprisingly so, in fact; she hadn’t expected another growth spurt at her age, but there you go – her chest and ass had really risen to met the challenge of the workplace~
Handing the next order over into the kitchen, Naoto relaxed at the counter for a few minutes, keeping an eye out for new customers. What had she been thinking about earlier? Oh right, her case.
It wasn’t enough for the police to investigate, obviously – but a Detective Prince was another matter entirely. And some crime was being committed, Naoto was sure. She had a nose for this sort of thing. It was just a matter of working out what.
Which was where things got difficult – because there really wasn’t anything to work off. There were no clues, no witness statements… No sign of any wrong-doing at all. Despite all of Naoto’s instincts, she couldn’t find anything wrong here.
Frustrated, she’d turned her attention to the common link between all these cases – the restaurant chain. It was a recent arrival in Japan – an American chain called ‘Hotties’, which, according to her research, was a name with a few awkward connotations in English. It certainly wasn’t something she would have used for a fast-food brand, she decided there and then. Apparently, they focused on cheap food and attractive servers as a business policy. She’d rolled her eyes at that.
Sleaziness aside, though, she couldn’t find much on them. They were suspicious, sure, but she had no evidence of any wrong doing, and no other leads to follow. Her investigation was at a dead end. If she wanted to crack this case, she was going to have to dig deeper. She was going to have to go undercover.
Of course now she knew better. There was nothing sleazy about this place at all! The very thought was laughable, and the blunette had a little giggle behind the counter at her own naivety. There was nothing wrong with using your feminine charms to get a little boost to your profit line. Now she had a little experience, she wasn’t just okay with that kind of thinking, she was proud to be a Hotties Hotty~ It just meant her boss found her hot, right? What was the harm in that?
So she smiled and she strutted and she winked and she flirted as she delivered the couple’s breakfast to them – and she pretended not to see the glare the girlfriend shot her man. Sorry babe, don’t feel bad about losing to a Hotty. Naoto was getting a mega tip and a repeat customer out of this one for sure.
And by the time that pair had left (with a satisfactorily substantial looking tip left on the table), a new customer had taken a seat in one of the private booths for her to turn her charms on!
"A beer and a blowjob? Certainly sir! Would you like to use my tits or just my mouth?"
A Hotties Hotty always served whatever the customer wanted, after all – as long as it was on the menu~
This order wouldn’t require a trip to the kitchens, but Naoto made sure to give her ass a proper shake as she strutted over to the minifridge and got him his beer. Then, setting that down on his table, she sank to her knees, and pulled her top up to let her girls breathe. Her customer took a delightful moment to enjoy the view, and give her tits a few fun gropes to draw some happy moans out of his hired Hotty. Soon enough his cock was out and her boobs were wrapped around it, her lips already kissing different kind of tip.
Naturally, as a proud Hotties Hotty, she saw it as her duty to give this guy the best time of his life. It was still a little difficult – she hadn’t brought much experience to the job – but she’d always prided herself on being a quick learner. Not to mention all the on-the-job training she’d received since she started here~
And judging by the fat payment she received when she was done – plus tip – she’d more than done what she set out to do. That put a real spring in her step when she headed back around behind the counter, checking a hand mirror to make sure her appearance was still fresh.
Only for a sudden smack on her ass to nearly startle her into dropping it. “Hey, good work out there Shirogane! You’re really pulling in the numbers.” Ah, the owner had arrived.
“Oh, thanks boss!” The Detective Prince blushed at the praise, giving her manager a sultry smile. “I owe it all to your training.”
That got a grin, and another grope on her ass. “You’re a natural, Naoto. Keep this up, and you’ll be employee of the month for sure.” He winked. “But hey, speaking of training – have you had your morning session yet today?”
The blunette pouted. “Awh, do I have to, boss? I can’t serve our customers if I’m sitting in training all day…”
The man chuckled. “I love your attitude, Shirogane, but you know company policy. At least one hour in training every day for any Hotty’s first month on the job. You wouldn’t want to go against company policy, would you?”
Company policy has to be obeyed.
“O-oh, of course not!” Naoto stammered, her eyes glazing for a moment. Then she shook her head and smiled. “I guess I’d better go get my session in now then.”
“Atta girl.” The manager stepped aside to let her pass. “Don’t worry, girl – you keep pulling the profits you’re drawing already, and employee of the month is yours.”
“Yessir!” The detective/waitress skipped away, a wide smile on her face. Employee of the month already? What an honour! And the boss had promised a special treat in his office for whichever Hotty got that award. Oooh, she just couldn’t wait!
But for now, training. With only a little regret that it’d take it away from her shift, Naoto headed into one of the quieter rooms in the staff-only area of the restaurant. Here waited a giant TV screen, and a row of chairs where she took a seat. It was funny, actually. The first time she’d sat down here to watch her employee induction, she’d found the seats so uncomfortable that she’d struggled enough to activate their safety restraint feature – the one that bound a person’s arms and legs down so they couldn’t disturb the other employees! Or at least, she assumed it was because they were uncomfortable – they felt fine to her now. But why else would she have been fussing like that…?
The silly question distracted her for a moment – for just long enough for the screen to turn on, and a giant purple spiral to fill her vision. That was the end for any attempts at things like ‘thinking’ for her for a while. Already well accustomed to her ‘training’, Naoto didn’t even try to resist as her eyes grew glassy, and her mind turned blank. She just sat there, drooling into her barely contained tits – which were, even now, starting to swell out another cup size – and let the video tell her how to think.
She wanted to be a Hotties Hotty.
Company policy has to be obeyed.
She lived to serve. She lived to please.
Words and commands flashed on the screen, and echoed in Naoto’s empty head as they reshaped her, mind and soul. Soon, she’d be ready to completely sever herself from her old life to focus on her new job – though, before she did so, she might have a few names to recommend to the company for future hires…
Yes, Naoto still hadn’t made much progress on this case – but no matter. She was willing to keep working at it until she’d solved the mystery. She’d stay here, working undercover, until she knew for sure what was going on.
No matter how long it took~
