Just for fun, I pasted the first ~1000 words of Oliver's WAM story "How Dare You!" into EleutherAI's online artificial-intelligence-powered text generator to see how it would continue the story. Enjoy!
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It was Gemma's first day at work and she was feeling more than a little apprehensive. This was the first gainful employment she'd been in since leaving school, still being at the tender age of nineteen. Gemma had got the job in the confectionary shop more by chance than anything else. The 'help wanted, apply within' card in the window had caught her eye and before she knew it found her self dressed in a white coat and hat ready to deal with the day's business. Gemma was a pretty little thing with shoulder length, straw- berry blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was also quite buxom for her age, measuring some 38D around her bust. That particular day, underneath her crisp, white uniform she wore a simple white t-shirt, tight black leggings and a pair of practical, low-heeled shoes.
When Gemma had first applied for the job she found her boss, a smartly dressed young lady in her late twenties, called Amanda, quite pleasant. However, this first morning her search for perfection in the shop was beggining to wear thin poor Gemma's patients. Amanda was a slender lady with long, straight dark-brown hair extending well beyond her shoulders. Her face was pretty, but she wore a little too much make-up in Gemma's opinion. She definitely liked to pride her self on her appearence and was certainly a victim of status. The kind of girl who just wouldn't be seen dead without her expensive clothes, jewelery and her pride and joy; a rather flashy 'P' registration BMW car. That day in question Amanda was dressed in black roll-neck jumper, pleated yellow-tartan mini-skirt, shiney black semi-opaque tights and a pair of stylish black suede stiletto shoes.
The day started out well and the shop seemed bustling and busy for most of the morning. Gemma was an honest, hard-working girl and was no stranger to giving her all to satisfy her demanding boss. However, as time rolled by Amanda's demands were becoming increasingly snooty and unresonable. At one point poor Gemma dropped a large chocolate cake onto the floor, purely by accident. At the time Amanda was standing with her back Gemma chatting. She soon turned round when she felt the some dollops of rich chocolate cream splatter up the back of her spotless tights.
"Stupid girl!, shrieked Amanda in a hissing voice. "Be careful or I'll fire you!"
Gemma didn't like her tone. In fact she was beginning to wish she'd never taken the stinking job in the first place. To add insult to injury Amanda was now sitting in the shop casually reading a women's magazine whilst Gemma was rushed of her feet.
"She's taking the piss!", thought Gemma vindictively to herself. "I'll show her!"
Amanda was sitting on a wooden barstool, which was kept in the shop just in case there was a quiet period and the assistant needed a rest. Not for bone idle bosses! The way she sat caused her brief skirt to ride fairly high up and show a lot of leg.
"Tart!", Gemma whispered under her breath at the same time falsely grinning at Amanda.
An old lady was buying some fresh cream cakes at the time and happened to enquire as to what time it was. Gemma had a great idea to get her own back. She picked up a pint jug of single cream in the same hand as her watch and slid over next to her magazine engrosed boss. Moving her wrist so that her watch was in view caused the heavy cream to pour out of the jug and slowly trickle over Amanda's exposed tights.
"Oliver...about 11:30...", Gemma calmly enthused as her boss let out a high- pitch, discusted screech.
"Eeeeeee!, What the hell do you think your doing?!", sobbed Amanda "My lovely new tights! They're ruined!".
Gemma began to giggle as the oozey cream began to run down Amanda's shins and calves, soaking into the shiney black tights and gathering in puddles around her shoes.
"Right, get out! Get out now!", yelled the now red-faced Amanda.
Gemma made for the rear of the shop, with her outraged boss following closely behind. In the privacy of the back room Amanda shrieked
"Piss off! I've want to see you in here ever again!", she was almost in tears, but still seemed more concerned about her cream soaked tights and shoe than anything else. Unfortunately for Amanda her harrassed employee was just as mad as she was.
"Not until I've finished with you!", retorted Gemma angrily.
As she said that she reached over and grabbed a telephone situated on a nearby desk. Before Amanda could work out just what was going on Gemma had ripped the lead out of the wall and was trying to tie her to a nearby radiator pipe. After a great deal of struggling between the two girls, poor Amanda was finally bound by her wrists to the hot pipe, sobbing her eyes out.
"Oh no! Please I'm sorry! What are you going to do to me? You can have your job back...please don't hurt me...", Amanda looked startled and very very frightened.
"I'm not going to hurt you, just teach you a bit of respect!", sneared Gemma
"Oh my God, what are you going to do to me?", sniffed Amanda sorrowfully.
"Destroy something dear to your heart and I don't mean that stupid car!"
"Not my clothes, please no, or my hair...I paid a fortune..."
Amanda's voice faded to a whine as Gemma frantically looked around for messy stuff to cover her tearful boss in. Fortinately, there was an abundance of sticky ingredience just waiting to get smeared all down her smart clothes.
First of all Gemma laid her hands on a large, circular gypsy tart filled about two inches deep with that rich, brown suggary mush. Poor Amanda screwed up her pretty face as the soft tart connected with it. Giggling loudly, Gemma then rubbed the tart round and round Amanda's face until the gooey slop splattered onto the protuding outline of her chest showing through her tight jumper.
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"This is going to be so much fun!" she giggled.
With a final flourish, Gemma placed the tart on Amanda's exposed tits and then took a large, brown, smeary lump of strawberry jam from a nearby jam-jar. She used the jam to carefully plaster Amanda's mouth and nose. Before Amanda could fully process the horror of her situation, Gemma had grabbed a large wad of chewing gum and shoved it into her mouth, covering her teeth and gums in sticky, yellow mush.
"Oh no, please, don't do that to me...", cried Amanda, "I've got really nice teeth, I'm not dirty like you, I just like sweets, I'm not dirty like you!"
Gemma chuckled as she helped herself to a large handful of dark chocolate covered raisins, popping them into Amanda's mouth and covering her mouth and teeth in sticky, black pudding.
"Oh my God, I'm going to be sick", wailed Amanda.
"No you're not", retorted Gemma, "You're going to get that thing off your head, then you're going to tidy this place up and I'll let you go. If you don't you'll be sorry."
Gemma gave Amanda a final shove.
"Off with you!"
6/18/22, 5:14am: [admin] edited to raise character's age to nineteen.