As you lean on Erica's Mustang with crossed arms to take a good look at the expanse of the shopping plaza, you notice a specific point of interest not far to your left—a medium-sized store specializing in women's shoe wear. Staring at it for a minute, you begin to contemplate the option. You may or may not have a foot fetish, and if not, it could be a perfect time to experiment. Even if you don't, it's not like you have to focus on foot-related activities just because it's a shoe store. You can do whatever you damn well please.
After some more brief consideration, you nod and pick yourself up off Erica's Mustang, making your way over the shoe store to see what kind of shenanigans you can cause and to see what kind of action you can score.
Stepping inside through the electronic door that opens automatically, you find yourself in a serene, tranquil environment. The floors are lined with deep purple carpeting and the walls are painted with a relaxing tone of gray. There's light chatter going on as women browse the inventory, some with the help of employees and others on their own. Ladies here and there are swapping shoes for heels, flats for sandals, and all sorts of exchanges like that in order to determine what they'd like to purchase. There are barely any men in the store—you can tell that any guy who would walk in here is either being forcefully dragged along or is making a purchase for his significant other.
Walking a little bit further in, you notice that to your immediate right is a girl seated atop a wooden stool, absentmindedly running her fingers through her hair while looking around the store. Given the fact that she's seated in front of a small desk as tall as the stool she's on with a cash register in front of her and a stack of bags to the side, you can safely assume that she's the cashier. Seeing as how she has no pressing matters on her hands or customers to deal with at the moment, you decide to start with her.
Walking up to her, you put your hands on the desk, causing her to look up from her phone which she had pulled out a moment ago. She's a somewhat Asian looking girl, probably half that and half-white, anywhere from 19 to 22 years old. On her black uniform shirt rests a name tag that reads 'Hello, my name is Serenity.' She looks at you with amber eyes and wavy auburn hair that rests at her shoulders, giving you a small smile. "Hi. Can I help you with something?"
"Yeah, I've got a few questions, actually," you answer, starting up another round of your new favorite game: 'screw with a random girl.'
"Fire away," she says, ready to help you.
Leaning forward a little bit against the desk, you look her in the eyes with a curious glance. "Firstly, Serenity, I was wondering if there was anything in this store's policy that would prevent me from walking up to any girl in here and fucking her as I see fit?"
Serenity taps her chin for a moment, her thoughtful eyes showing you that she's thinking as best as she can about your question. Your ability combined with her open, considerate nature as a cashier who tends to customers has made her open to the possibility without finding it strange that you would ask such an improper question. "Not to my knowledge, no," she finally replies after a few moments of deliberation.
"Does that include you and other female employees, then?" you add, being sure to cover all areas of the playing field. "Like, say, there'd be no issues if I took off your pants and stuck my cock inside of you?"
"You're absolutely welcome to have any manner of sex with me or any other woman in here at your leisure, sir," she confirms with a smile, completely deluded into thinking that there was nothing even remotely absurd with the idea.
"That's great!" you affirm, working your way towards your desired outcome. "Just me, though, right? No other guys? Because I'm pretty sure your store guidelines clearly state that when John Doe walks in—that being me, of course—all other males have to leave and can't come back until I'm done."
"I think I remember reading that, yeah," Serenity reasons with you, her memories and beliefs being contorted and twisted by your words. "I mean, it's been a while since I've read through our policies and guidelines, but I know I saw your name in there somewhere. I can't imagine you being mentioned for any other reason."
"Yeah, I figured," you agree with a nod. "Well, in that case, I'd like to start exercising my right to be the only male in this fine establishment. On top of that, since there's nothing that prohibits me from going around using you and the other women here for as long as I want until I'm satisfied, I'm going to go ahead and do that too. Sound like a plan?"
"Of course," she says with a smile, comfortable with the fact that she's about to see some public sex going on in her own workplace and possibly even be fucked herself. Reaching for something under the desk, she pulls out what looks like a wired walkie-talkie and flips a switch on it. Brief static erupts through the area as she begins to speak into it.
"Attention all customers," Serenity declares, her voice now magnified and taking an amplified form across all reaches of the store. A majority of the chit-chat and speaking voices vanish into thin air as all the people in the area divert their full concentration to the forthcoming message. "We apologize for any inconveniences this may cause, but we must ask all males in the store to leave for the time being. All women who are currently browsing and shopping may continue to do so, but please be aware that a Mr. John Doe might approach you and start to have sex with you with or without your permission—please do not decline him or think negatively of it as he is free to do so. Thank you for your understanding."
Contrary to the repugnance and outrage that such an asinine announcement would most likely bring about normally, the atmosphere in the store remains outstandingly peaceful and calm. Women who were browsing on their own continue to look through shoes, employees that were aiding customers go back to their explanations, and girls resume their comparisons between certain styles of heels. They're all neutrally passive about it, untroubled with the idea of offering their bodies to a man they don't even know while they shop around. Likewise, you see unaccompanied men depart from the store with unruffled feathers and others giving their significant others a quick goodbye kiss before taking their own leave. The last guys to leave are three teenagers who are dressed in a fashion similar to Serenity, obviously employees who would be happy with any excuse to not be stuck at a dreadful day of work.
With everything explained and organized, Serenity turns the walkie-talkie off and places it back under the desk. She looks at you with a warm smile clearly evident of the fact that she thinks she's just doing her job. "Is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Doe?"
"You mean aside from putting my penis in your mouth and licking it for me?" you ask rhetorically in a teasing manner, never growing bored of seeing how people respond to such statements once you've got them under your control.
"Yes, aside from that," she says with an adorable, playful giggle. "Or anything else you would have me do, from vaginal to anal sex and everything in-between. Apart from how you'll be fucking me, though, is there anything else you need right now?"
The business-like and matter-of-fact manner in which she says that is enough to get you going. Hearing your subjects use such obscene language in a casual everyday kind of tone will really never get old.
"Just one last thing," you tell her, picking yourself up off the desk. "Just write a quite note about all of this and put it on the front door, would you? I'm sure some guys will try to show up to shop not knowing that I'm on the premises. Likewise, women entering should be accurately informed of the current situation so they can best prepare themselves for me."
"Happily," she agrees with another award-winning smile, locating some paper and pen off the desk. You give her your own smile in thanks as she begins to write.
Walking a few feet away from Serenity's checkout desk, you begin to survey your new kingdom. There's plenty of pretty faces you can see right off the bat that you could have some fun with. Beyond that, you're sure to find more women lurking in the aisles and aisles of shoes, examining items of interest carefully. Aside from the world of customers, you also have a decent amount of attractive employees running around at your disposal. Given their position to aid any and all customers and to be generally as helpful as possible, you can tell that they'll treat you like a king. Another factor to consider is the behind the scenes of the store, from employees on break in the back to any managers and advisors that might be organizing their workers' schedules and inventory shipments in their office—those are all options as well.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Serenity tape the piece of paper to the door, letting the outside world know what's going on. You can only imagine how confused and possibly even fearful women might usually be upon being informed that shopping at a store would come with the requirement of opening up their body to a stranger. Thanks to your universal acceptance, however, that's not going to be a problem. They'll gladly step inside and take a look at what the store has to offer while you use them for your own pleasure, helplessly convinced that there's nothing wrong with any of it.
All the while, the fact that you are in a shoe store of all places resonates strongly within your mind. Are you one for women's feet...? Are you looking to suck on a girl's toes and lick her soles? If so, this is the perfect opportunity to do so. Then again, any opportunity is the perfect opportunity for you, but at least this fits it really well. Even if that's not your thing, though, there's still a hell of a lot you can do here.
You run through all the options in your head once more. Serenity, other employees, finding customers, getting some foot action...or just about anything else you could think of, really. How do you plan to spend your time with the women of this shoe store at your command? |