Chapter 1 - Becky

Becky Lawrence was a college drop out- and she wasn’t ashamed. Honestly, she hadn’t wanted to be a doctor but had gone to school for it because her parents insisted. She got sucked into partying and stuff- being a C-Cup blue-eyed blonde seemed to help greatly in finding dates. It had been fun, and she’d greatly enjoyed it but now…

 Now, she was cut off because her parents were pissed and stuck working at Top Prize. Well, it wasn’t to bad. She’d started off up in the kiddie part of Top Prize, where kids and teens were allowed. It had been cute to work there and hand out toys or serve food and stuff. Top Prize was for the richer cliental of the town after all.

 Then, after a few weeks, she got offered to go to the bar part of Top Prize. Still an arcade, just for adults though. She’d debated about it for a few days. She didn’t mind the idea, it’s just she knew the uniform was a bit much. A tube-top that showed off your midriff and a super short skirt that basically just covered about an inch below your ass? Not really her thing. She liked tight clothing but she preferred to be a bit covered up!

  So she asked a few of the girls she knew that worked there, who all said it was fine- no one grabbed them or anything. And the tips were amazing. Sure, people stared according to Jenny Smash, but it wasn’t bad. 

 With that in mind she agreed. And found it was nice. She got paired up with a guy named John who ran the bar and prize stand, and she would run around and serve the drinks or food. She met a few interesting people while working there- like Mr. Big. The richest person in town who apparently was always there on Grand Prize nights. He tipped amazingly, especially when girls bent over a bit extra to show off their busts- which Becky didn’t have a problem doing! She even bought a strapless push-up bra when she realized how much more she got tipped then.
 She also met Dennis Smith, a CEO of some software company who enjoyed watching her bend over in her outfit. It was pretty neat.

 It wasn’t a bad gig! And she was eager to get out of the town to actually go to a college for art like she’d always wanted to. She was almost there in funds and it was amazing. Her coworkers down in the bar weren’t so bad either…

-0-

Tiffany Dias hated her job. She had applied to work at Top Prize because it paid the best, but she hated working there. She hadn’t minded the kiddie section, even if she didn’t get much pay and had to put up with idiot teenage boys, but the bar? That was an utter pain. 

 Tiffany was a short girl who had various piercings all over her ears, one in nose and on in her belly button. Her purple undercut, dark make-up and love of metal made her a punk, while her A-Cup tits made her a low choice of a date. It was hard getting attention from the customers when they preferred the bustier waitresses. Which, you know, she got. It was a business and sex sells. She just… didn’t like it.

 Wearing the stupid skirt and tube top was bad enough without the stupid theme nights they had almost every week. One week had been cowboys so they got hates, flannel shirts they did the stereotypical ‘tie the ends together and show off the bra’ thing with, and short shorts paired with boots. Another had been cavemen with the fur dress. Another? Beach- with a bikini top and skirt. 

 She hated it. She felt cheap and like a piece of meat. But she put up with it. She had plans for the cash- to go to school and get a music and business degree to be an agent. So, she put up with the staring, and the leering and the really stupid outfits. 

 She typically worked with a guy named Eric, or a guy named John. Eric was a creep- staring at the girls- but John was alright. She liked snarking with him and hearing about his boyfriend. She wasn’t a favorite of the various customers, but she didn’t mind. She knew that there was a Rock and Roll festival coming up and she would be making bank then.

 Some of the girls who did work there were favorites though, like Becky and Jenny.

-0-

 Jenny Smash knew she was fat. Or chubby depending on who said it. She liked her food and wasn’t ashamed of it. Hell, she went to college for culinary arts! Though she was having a hard time finding a job in town…

 Jenny felt she was lucky to have landed a job at Top Prize when none of the restaurants were hiring. She didn’t have a family to go back to and was stuck in town so she was really lucky. She had loved working upstairs at the kiddie section and had resisted moving downstairs until she finally figured she might as well. 

 Honestly, the only reason she had resisted was that the uniforms really emphasized her double D-cup bust and she was constantly adjusting her top. She just knew one day it would slip and her bra or nipple would show. Stupid bust. 

 Still, it wasn’t a bad gig. Jenny felt pretty while working the gig- hard not to when people were staring at your chest or ass. She rarely felt like that. A chubby brunette wasn’t much of a catch for people. Add in Jenny didn’t want to have sex, and you had people not dating her. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to have sex or anything, it was just she was allergic to birth control and most latex condoms were made out of so she just avoided it. 

 Well, here she felt pretty with people staring. A few of the more common customers, like Mr. Big or Jared Kennedy (a genius and rich inventor), tended to really like when she was waiting on them. Particularly when her top was slipping. She did serve them then the most on purpose. She got amazing tips.

 Her coworkers were cool too! John or James were her more common partners. John tended to help out Becky the most, but he gave her a hand to. They were so sweet and kind and she loved it! The only co-worker she didn’t really like was Penny. And that was because Penny was weird.

-0-

 Penny Jones knew all about the Grand Prize night. Her sister had been a Grand Prize a while back, and she loved it. She always said so when Penny asked anyway. So, Penny had applied for the job at Top Prize. Hey, free augmentations, and a cozy job of just having sex? Not too bad.

 She just had to get to that night, which she knew would be a while. She was smaller than Tiffany, with her tits barely an A-Cup though she was very proud of her nice round ass. She made sure to show that off. She had a fan of her ass already- Maxwell Austin, a sweetheart CEO who liked staring at her.

 She let him. It was nice, and well not to bad given the guy she worked with- Jacob- was a pain in her ass who mocked her small tits all the damn time. John was much better but he was run off his feet with being like the head of the bar. She wondered if any of the other girls noticed.

 Probably not. They were kind of stupid for not reading the contract fully. Penny had made sure to do so when she got it, noting that it did say that they would be the Grand Prize and stuff. Well, it wasn’t like they would make them be the Grand Prize if they weren’t okay with it, right? And they wouldn’t be forced to do anything they didn’t want to- she knew that! Though she guessed it was odd her sister seemed to like being a Prize so much, but then she always was upset about her own bust size…

 Whatever Penny was just looking forward to her night.

-0-

 It was a regular night when Becky was approached by John about the Grand Prize night. He seemed nervous about doing so, and spoke with her carefully about, much to her confusion.

 “It’s not a bad gig,” John told her honestly. “I’ve worked it before, made good money from it.”

 “You’re still working though.” Becky said, confused. John blinked and then sighed.

 “Please tell me you read the employee contract fully.” Becky went pink and John sighed again. “Look- they want you to work it.” Becky brightened right up. That would make a lot of money for her! “Please read the contract.”

 Becky didn’t listen though and signed right up when the boss asked her. John shook his head where she could see. She didn’t understand why.

-0-

 That Friday- Grand Prize night, Becky was so excited she showed up early, still dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. John set her to work cleaning, and soon she found herself cleaning the customizer. 

The customizer was a large machine that sat on the bar top that could customize various prizes. It was never used that Becky knew of- not like the one upstairs where it was frequently used with the kids who would customize teddy bears and stuff. It was an interesting machine. 

Becky was dusting it, and judged that it was clean enough, about ten minutes before the start of her shift. She stood, and turned around, unaware that arms had come out of the machine and were reaching for her. Two grabbed her arms and yanked her back, forcing her to sit on a stool that had been placed near the customizer- one with a strange set of legs that moved and clamped down on her own legs. 

 “John!” Becky shouted, as more hands came to grab her and shove a gag into her mouth. She screamed around the gag as John came around front then, shaking his head.

 “Section 8 of the contract.” He said dryly. “All female- occasionally male but mostly female- staff who work Grand Prize night acknowledge they are the Grand Prize.” Becky stared at him in horror. John looked at her sadly, but a smirk soon took over. “You really should have read the contract.” John walked away to press some buttons behind the bar, and the machine came to life again, removing her shirt and jeans to leave her in her underwear and sneakers. As well, a needle was jabbed into her back that made her hiss around her gag, eyes even wider. She sat there for the ten minutes, shaking in shock and fear.

 What, this… this couldn’t be legal! It couldn’t be real. She was having a messed up dream, it had to be it.

 The shift began and people began coming in, a few looking at her and smirking while a few sighed.

 “Damn, was hoping for the brunette.” Said one of the clients. “I like her tits more.”

 “You can increase them you know.” Okay, yes. Had to be a dream.

 One of the clients came up to the bar.

 “A hundred for a grab, right?” he asked John.

 “Yes, sir,” John said. Becky frowned in confusion but soon found that changed when the man grabbed her breasts, lifting them from her bar and squeezing them. He pulled at her nipples, making her yelp around the gag and squeezed her breasts roughly.

 “Damn, these are nice.” The man said, casually like he wasn’t playing with someone’s breasts. “I’ve still got my prize, but damn.” He removed his hands when John said so but didn’t pull up Becky’s bra, leaving her tits hanging out for everyone to see. A few other guys paid to play with them, some remarking they liked the size while others bemoaned that they were too small.
 Becky screamed around her gag at one person who was rather rough with her tits, pinching hard. He left though, and she was panting, having a hard time recovering from that. The hands let go suddenly, but before she could jump up, John spoke.

 “Fix your bra and stand slowly.” Her body obeyed even as she struggled against it. “Turn around and take this tray to table seven,” John ordered, handing her a tray. “They bought a few more early squeezes of those tits and a few gropes of your ass, but only the winner gets a taste of that vagina. Unless someone picks the toy prize.” He smirked at Becky. “Be a good girl and let them have their gropes. Make sure to bend over nice and low.”

 Becky was forced to obey, walking towards the table, and bent over while handing out the drinks. One of the guys grabbed her ass and squeezed it.

 “Nice and firm.” Said the man. He was playing some card game on the screen at the table. The bar was mostly virtual gambling for tickets, though a few of the men played at a few machines.

 Another man grabbed her right tit, pulling it from her bra. He pinched her nipple and rolled it.

 “I wonder when they’ll get the lactation option.” He remarked.

 “You and your kinks Jared.” remarked another man. "You really want to put up with that every time you get a good grip?" he grabbed the other breast and squeezed it hard.
 "True." sighed Jared, letting go so someone else would grab at her breast, his hand going to her ass to feel. After a few minutes, they let go and Becky left to go back to the bar on autopilot. John made her adjust her bra again and had her walk around giving out food and gropes to the customers. 

 A few hours later, while standing next to an arcade machine and letting the man playing the game grope her ass while giving him a drink, someone headed to the bar with a bundle of tickets. Becky wanted to cry. This couldn't be happening. They needed three thousand tickets to 'win' her she saw. How...

 Walking up to the bar, she waited there, unable to move thanks to previous orders from John. 

 "Ah good. Well, Becky, our winner here picked a fun option." John said, reaching under the bar to pull out a brand new vibrator he opened up. He handed it over to Becky. "Sit on a stool, give a show. Show us how you masturbate to your fullest extent- and make it a show." John looked grossed out by saying what he was, and Becky wanted to start crying in tears as she held the vibrator. She actually did, a few tears trickling down her face as her body made her sit on the stool and pull down her panties. She turned the vibrator on and began teasing herself with it. Slowly dragging it around her pussy and teasing her clit. She used her free hand to spread her folds to give the man a good look, showing as she slowly began pushing the vibrator in after a few minutes. She began fucking herself on it, a finger going to rub at her clit. She threw her head back dramatically- to give a show apparently- as she did so. 

 She began rocking her hips as she pressed the vibrator into her body, pulling it out a few times to tease her clit. When she was about to cum, she shoved the vibrator in hard and bucked her hips, breathing heavily.

 "Damn. Almost wish I kept my tickets." The winner remarked. Becky blinked and realized she recognized the guy- a nerdy looking guy who tended to stare after Penny. "Oh well, next time." the man shrugged, adjusted his pants and left the bar. Becky felt a little insulted by that. She just put on a show and he didn't react?

 "Don't pull out the vibrator," John said suddenly. He was looking at a tablet. "Apparently we have a 90% wish for you to keep it in. Panties back on though. And don't worry- it'll stay off... for now." John held up a remote. "Until the next winner anyway who doesn't want the Grand Prize. Unless another option is chosen." 

 "What are the options?" Becky tried to ask around her gag, though it came out garbled. John seemed to know what she meant anyway, as he slid her the tablet and a glass of water with a straw. He reached over to fiddle with her gag.

 "There's a hole in your gag, poke the straw through and suck. And read," he ordered her. She obeyed, looking at the list.

 One hundred dollars, get to fondle the tits of the Prize.
 One hundred and fifty dollars, get to grab the ass of the Prize.
 Two hundred tickets, watch the Prize masturbate.
 Two hundred and fifty tickets and a 90% approval rating the Prize will remove the bra and let her tits be free.
 Three hundred tickets, the Prize will play with her tits for ten minutes.
 Five hundred tickets, get ten minutes to play time with the remote to have the Prize cum.
 One thousand tickets, the Prize will go naked for the rest of the night.
 Three thousand tickets, you win the Grand Prize. 

 Becky was somewhat surprised at the short amount on there.

 "Yeah, we're still refining the list," said John casually. "We don't want the Prize to fuck any of the clients until you are won, but we also want to keep it interesting." He shrugged at the look she was giving him. So much for being sorry she was in this position. After that, it was back to carrying drinks and being groped. Until the next prize won- which ended with her removing her bra. She dropped it on the ground and walked around topless, ignoring the stares as best she could.  

 She hated this, this was awful and disgusting and how the hell was it legal? 

 She was groped a little more often after that, but it seemed most people were hoarding their tickets, much to her relief. She really didn't want the rest of the Prizes.

 As well, she hoped no one would reach three thousand. If they did... she was a real goner. Wait, what would happen if three thousand wasn't reached?

 Becky was wondering this when Dennis Smith suddenly stood up and walked to the bar. She didn't really notice the dark haired man until John announced through the microphone at the bar, "We have the Grand Prize winner!" Becky turned and stared at the man, who smirked at her. "Becky, get up here and sit on the stool you were sitting at the beginning of this shift," John ordered. Becky obeyed, going over to sit as Dennis faced the customizer. "Now, Mr. Smith, here are the rules. You can customize your prize anyway you like with no charge for breast size and hair loss. Having Becky being a good girl and not talking back costs an extra one hundred dollars. Extra bust sizes cost a hundred dollars each."

 "I do know the rules," Dennis remarked as Becky suddenly felt a tingle in her body. She shook it off and glared at Dennis. He pressed a few buttons on the customizer as he spoke with John, and a pair of needles came out to poke her tits. "Start playing with your tits." He ordered Becky. She obeyed, grasping her breasts and squeezing them, flicking her nipples and pulling at them. "What are the clothing options?"

 "Ah- we have sexy maid- apron and cute dres,." John said as Becky played with her tits. She looked down when she felt them tingling, and her eyes widened in shock as they visibly began growing in front of her. "Sexy secretary- a short skirt and blouse. We have a dress we have no name for..." Dennis pressed a few more buttons and made Becky stand while the machine put some cream on her that burned her body for a few minutes, Becky still playing with her tits the entire time. As well, he inserted his credit card to have a needle be put into her throat and two more needles went to her tits, making them even bigger in her hands. 

 After that, he stopped and ordered her to dress in a skirt that barely reached below her ass, and a top that strained to hold her tits back. The vibrator was left inside her with an additional price. 

 "When I remove this gag, you will say thanks sir." Dennis said firmly. "You will not say any swears, you will not say anything negative about me, you will only answer me truthfully when I ask a question, unless it is about sex. Then you will always agree with me and do what I want." He removed the gag, and Becky ditfully said thanks, her mouth and vocal cords moving on their own. "Were her things gathered?"

 "Yep. All of her personal belongings are to be shipped free of charge to your apartment." John agreed. Dennis nodded.

 "Good. Follow me Becky." he ordered and she obeyed. "Are you on birth control?"

 "Yes."

 "Call me sir." he ordered. 

 "Yes sir." she said, glaring at him in anger.

 "Have you had any STD tests done? Any results?"

 "Yes sir, my results will come next week." Dennis nodded. 

 "We'll stick to oral until then." He said, bored. He led her to a car he had her get into the passanger seat of. He got in himself and flicked on the vibrator that was inside her. "Play with yourself- including tits." he ordered. Becky began fingering herself while sliping a hand up her shirt. As she did so, Dennis spoke. "You'll be my secretary. You'll answer phone calls professionally, do the filing and let me play with you when I want. We'll keep you on birth control and such for a few years. We'll see what happens then. Understood?"

 "Y-yes sir." Becky said, stuttering as Dennis flicked the vibrator higher. 

 "Good. Glad I finally won something at that arcade." Dennis sighed. Becky didn't answer, to busy groping herself. A part of her was a little offended he barley was paying attention. The other part was thankful.

 Another part was horrified by the casual way he was dealing with her. Was this all it was going to be from now on?

 When he got to his apartment building and had her suck him off as he forced her down and made her gag around his cock, her throat convulsing around his dick, she had a horrible feeling it was exaclty how it was going to be from then on.