Master PC - She's Just Better

This 15,000 word story is now in your Story Lovers folder! This one took quite a bit of time and sucked a lot of energy out of me, haha. It's my favorite Master PC story to date!

Master PC: She’s Just Better

Commissioned by ThePenguin

Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1 - Reika Gets Written Up

A humming commotion echoed throughout the darkened and carpeted dining room. A low hanging glass light hovered over each specific table, with additional false candles to supplement the dining experience. The sound of metal spatulas scraping against the steel burners, the clinking of silverware, and the sound of running water from the dish pit in the back blended with the pouring of drinks in the front... Reika was inured to all of it. She hid in one of the corners, against the wall and behind one of the customer booths, just out of the way in between the kitchen and the front of the house.

Standing at 5’2, she was short enough to disappear into that velvety darkness. Even her co-workers would miss her at first, until they realized exactly where she would loaf around. It was about the only advantage of being her build and stature. Otherwise, people would often mistake her for a young boy.

“Excuse me, have you seen our waitress?” a table asked one of the busboys passing by. “We’ve been waiting to order. Shouldn’t we have some bread on the table too?”

“Oh! I’ll check,” he replied, already knowing who the delinquent culprit was. He walked through the little corridor connecting the dining area with the kitchens, almost completely missing the diminutive Reika. The dim glow of her playing Sudoku on her phone tipped him off.

“Reika! What the hell! I’m not a waiter! Table 59 is waiting for you!” Martin hissed.

“I just needed a break. I’m on it.” Reika didn’t take her eyes off her phone. She punched in more digits into the grid. “Oh damn. That’s wrong.” She slid her phone in her pocket, smoothed her black skirt and white buttoned top, and turned the corner to find the 5-top.

“Oh, did they not greet you yet?!” the Japanese American girl put on her best pitying look. “I’m so sorry—let me get you some bread. Anything to drink?”

After scribbling down some orders, Reika brought the table their bread, butter, and dishes of olive oil and balsamic vin. She passed by Amy, her fellow waitress, hands and arms full of food. The blonde rolled her eyes at Reika, muttering something about Reika stealing the high tipping tables from her. Reika dodged the blonde’s evil gaze and went back to her spot to hide and goof off.

Why did Amy have to be so mean to her? Work was... fine before Amy showed up, with her long blonde curls, her striking modelesque face, and her, Amy admitted it, spectacular breasts. Now, it was a constant game of waiting to be picked on as long as she was within earshot. Amy called her “the little boy” to the other wait staff, would get favors from the kitchen and deny any to Reika, flaunted how much more tips she got, and generally acted smug and superior around the short black haired first generation Japanese American. Reika ground her teeth while subconsciously rubbing her thighs together. She was feeling a bit flushed.

To cool down, Reika fumbled with the number game on her phone some more.

“Reika! Reika! Run some food!” Barry, the manager, yelled at her. “Get off your phone! This is Altered Cafe, not a flippin’ Benny’s Diner! Aw hell!”

Reika shrieked and dropped her phone right into a pitcher of water. Her face morphed into horror, but Barry was unapologetic.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You got time to lean, you got time to clean. Did you even...” Barry poked his head around the corner and peeked at the dining area. “Reika! You have a two top and a four top that haven’t been greeted yet fer fuck’s sake! I’d tell Holly to seat them in Amy’s section, but she’s already full. That’s a write-up!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Reika muttered as she fished her phone out of the pitcher.

“NOW! Put that gawd durn thing in your locker! No phones during service!”

Amy and her halo of golden tresses swung by, flashing Reika a sneer because she knew that Reika had just been chewed out. “Barry,” her voice was soft and velvety, “I have a table that wants to talk to you. They’re complaining about the steak and I already tried to talk them down...”

“Aw hell,” Barry adjusted his tie and wiped his hands on a towel. “I’ll go see.”

Write up, Amy mouthed at Reika as Barry went back to their demanding dining service. She hefted her heavy breasts in her uniformed top that seemed to fit a bit too well, even if they did seem a little tight. Reika blushed with jealousy at the magnificent outline of Amy’s curves. No doubt Amy was about to drop off a check and try to pour on the charm.

Reika looked down ruefully at her own flat chest. She sighed. “Oh shit, my phone!” She began to shake it violently, trying to get the water off of it. As she wiped it down on her kitchen towel, the screen came to life, a garish blue background with ugly, white, blocky font.

“What the hell is this!?” Reika shrieked.

Welcome to Master PC. You are the Master.

Reika wiped and swiped. She pressed the home button. The app, or virus, or... whatever, just continued to scroll text, before it finally came to a plain text input box.

“REIKA!” Head Chef James shouted from the window. “YOU WANT TO SERVE THEM COLD FOOD!? IF THEY SEND IT BACK IT’S ON YOUR ASS, NOT MINE!”

Reika lowered her head and got back to work. She could figure out her phone later.