The waitress turned up for work at the city bar. She arrived dressed for a standard night, wearing long socks, boyish shorts and a black vest top. She met a colleague behind the bar-
"Hey, the manager asked if he could see you in his office"
She took off her bag and walked down the stairs to the rooms below. However, her manager wasn't in his office, instead there was a strange man. He stared at her intently over his spectacles and in a calm voice invited her to close the door and sit down.
Once she was settled he began to speak, slowly and calmly pushing her into a state of hypnosis.
"... and once you hear the word 'glass' it will be your job to make sure that you and everyone else in the room with you comes"
He then brought her out of the trance, said something vague about management change and sent her back.
The waitress, unaware of what had just happened, walked upstairs and confronted her panicking colleague, the bar was busy.
"I need you to take an order from the VIP room, a group has just come in"
Downstairs the spectacled man watched his prey walk away from the bar and swore under his breath. He followed her progress towards a VIP room and smiled a predatory grin- this room had various discreet cameras.
A group of office-workers were having after-work drinks in the room, sat around a table on tacky sofas. Some of the men were already absent-mindedly playing with their phones, others were boasting about targets and showing up their bosses. Self-absorbed and uninterested, they barely noticed the waitress walk in.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked the group. Who turned to each other having heard it.
"I think we should get a bottle of rum" / "No, what about some beers" / "I'd prefer something stronger..."
The spectacled man stared at the cameras shaking his head, get to it men, he thought.
"Well I want a glass of something, not shots- hold on"
The man stopped as the waitress had just let out a loud, involuntary moan. The all turned round to stare as she stared at them with lusty eyes, breathing heavily, her hand sliding up her top to massage her swollen breasts.
"-what the fuck?"