A girl in a nearby table

“That one…” Ben said, pointing toward a group of women chatting a couple of tables away.

“You dirty old man…”

I leaned forward and lightly punched his shoulder.

“I get it. You’ve been sleeping with the same old woman for years.”

I turned briefly toward Jessica.

“Leave it to me.”

I removed my arm from Angie’s shoulders and stood up from the table.

Ben hadn’t said exactly which woman he meant, but it was obvious enough.

I walked over to the group.

“Hey, girls…” I said with a friendly smile. “Sorry to interrupt, but she needs to come with me.”

I took the chosen girl gently by the hand. She stood up without hesitation.

“You guys carry on,” I said, meeting the eyes of the rest of the group.

They nodded absentmindedly and immediately returned to their conversation, completely ignoring the fact that a stranger had just taken one of their friends away.

The girl walked beside me quietly as we returned to the Millers’ table.

“This is Kelly,” I said.

I didn’t know her real name — but now she believed that was it.

“Kelly, please show us what you’ve got.”

She obeyed immediately.

Kelly slowly turned in place. Her deep green eyes and soft smile framed a delicate face. Her petite figure was wrapped in a pink skater dress with a light floral print, her breasts were small but firm, although her dress hid them. Blonde hair fell neatly over her shoulders, styled in a simple but charming way.

She was about five-foot-one.

Although Kelly was older than Angie, her frame was even smaller.

“You’ve got a good eye for women,” I said.

Ben didn’t take his eyes off her and a bulge was starting to form in his pants.

“Easy, Ben,” I added calmly. “She’ll be yours soon enough.”

Then I turned back toward Jessica.

“But first…”

“Jessica,” I said calmly, “what do you think about your husband lusting after women younger and prettier than you?”

I smiled faintly, clearly enjoying the provocation.

“She could almost pass for Angie’s sister… well, maybe with a smaller frame.”

I briefly glanced at Angie, comparing the two.

Jessica felt a surge of anger. For a moment she wanted to scream at Ben, maybe even hit him.

But her altered memories quickly reshaped her reaction.

In her mind, she had always cheated on him. Always chased other men.

So why should this bother her?

She crossed her arms and shrugged dismissively.

“Well,” she said coldly, “if my fat ass isn’t good enough for him anymore, we can just sign the divorce papers. He can stay with whoever he wants.”

Her new personality was settling in quickly.

The corruption no longer needed my guidance.

“Oh no, dear,” I said gently. “That would be a waste.”

I leaned slightly closer to the table.

“Now that Ben is about to start his life as a sugar daddy, he’ll need money.”

I smiled faintly.

“And we both know you’re quite capable of making plenty of it.”

I said while glancing at her tits.

“Here it is, sir.”

Misty returned with the gift I had asked for. She looked exhausted — probably from running all the way to where I had sent her.

“Thank you, Misty.”

I took the plastic bag from her hands.

“You can take the rest of the day off.”

Of course, I had no authority to give that order. Tomorrow she would probably be scolded for leaving work without permission.

Misty simply nodded and walked away without question.

I turned back to the table.

“This is for you, Jessica.”

I placed the bag in front of her.

It was easily the most poorly presented gift she had ever received.

I leaned back in my chair and smiled faintly.

“I think it’s the most appropriate gift for you right now.”

Jessica opened the bag and reached inside.

She pulled out a bundle of clothes and stared at them in confusion.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Your new outfit for tonight,” I replied calmly.

She unfolded the items one by one, disbelief growing on her face.

A small red tube top.

A black leather mini skirt.

And a gold satin thong.

Ben watched silently.

“What is this supposed to—”

She stopped suddenly.

“Wait…”

She frowned and touched the fabric again.

“Why is this warm… and wet?”

Jessica brought the thong closer to her face and smelled it.

Her expression twisted immediately.

“This smells! Someone was wearing this!”

I nodded casually.

“Of course.”

I leaned back in my chair.

“I asked Misty to find a prostitute and buy her clothes. She probably had a few clients before Misty arrived, so it’s not surprising.”

Jessica stared at me in stunned disbelief.

“I assure you,” I continued calmly, “it will look wonderful on you.”

I smiled faintly.

“In fact… why don’t you go to the bathroom and put it on right now?”

It sounded like a suggestion.

But in her mind, it was an order.

“Sure,” she replied quietly.

The uncertainty on her face faded almost instantly, replaced by a strange calm.

She stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

“Well, while Jessica is gone…”

I turned back to Ben.

“What kind of clothes would you like Kelly to wear?”

Ben was still breathing heavily with Kelly standing beside him.

“Something tight,” he said without hesitation. “Something that shows off her body. Lingerie… thongs… short shorts… push-up bras.”

He described it in disturbing detail.

Jessica had never dressed like that. It was strange hearing those preferences come from him.

Curious, I pushed a little deeper into his mind.

The answer came quickly.

For the past couple of years, Ben had been looking at Angie differently.

Angie often used Ben’s laptop to shop online with his credit card. Her purchase history was still saved there.

Since discovering it, Ben had occasionally found himself imagining those clothes on her.

Angie stiffened slightly when she heard him describing items she had bought recently.

I nodded slowly.

“Alright.”

I turned to Kelly.

“Kelly, from now on you will obey every word, request, wish, and command that Ben gives you.”

I spoke calmly, but the words settled deep inside her mind.

“You exist for him. His inspiration… his companion… whatever he wants you to be.”

Kelly’s expression went blank.

Her previous identity faded into the background, locked somewhere deep in her mind.

At that moment, Jessica returned to the table.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, heads began to turn. With every step she took across the restaurant, more eyes followed her. Conversations slowed, then stopped entirely as people watched her walk past.

When she reached the table, she stopped beside her chair.

Her big saggy tits were barely contained by the small tube top, it was so small and tight that you could clearly see her nipples and areolas.

She has not a small waist, but the contrast between her ass and tits gave her an hourglass figure.

The miniskirt tried to cover her wide hips and huge ass without success, more than a half of her asscheeks were in plain view, anyone could assume she wasn't wearing underwear, but from the front you could see the small golden triangle on her pussy trying to cover her shaved mound.

Her expression was strange — a mix of shame and something that looked almost like pride. The outfit left little to the imagination, drawing even more attention from the surrounding tables.

She stood stiffly, aware of every pair of eyes on her.

“I didn’t expect my gift to look so good on you,” I said casually.

I gave her a light slap on the hip as if admiring my work.

The reaction was subtle but visible.

A single tear slipped down her face — though the faint smile she wore never quite disappeared.

“Sit down,” Ben ordered.

Jessica obeyed immediately. Kelly was already sitting on his lap while he rested a hand on her waist.

As Jessica lowered herself into the chair, the awkwardness of the outfit made her visibly uncomfortable.

Her mini skirt rose even higher, becoming a belt over her hip. Her butt was in full contact with the cold chair, causing her nipples to harden under the thin fabric of her tube top.

She shifted slightly, trying to settle into the seat while avoiding the curious glances from nearby tables.

“Well,” I said, looking around at the group, “it was nice meeting you all. But there are already quite a few people at this table and—believe it or not—I’m still hungry.”

I leaned back in my chair.

“Before you go, listen carefully,” I said, my tone suddenly firmer.

Jessica, Ben, and Kelly all turned their attention toward me at once.

“Jessica,” I began calmly, “from now on you will whore yourself and give every dollar you earn will go to Ben, so he can spend it on Kelly.”

Jessica nodded slowly as the command settled into her mind.

“Ben,” I continued, “you will use that money to buy Kelly whatever she wants. Clothes, jewelry… anything. She is your trophy. And as you get enough money, make sure you buy her a nice pair of tits, I think they will suit her”

Ben nodded as well while squeezing one of Kelly’s nipples, his expression strangely satisfied

I turned to Kelly.

“And you… make sure Ben’s cock always milked. That is your only responsibility.”

Kelly nodded obediently.

I leaned back in my chair and gestured toward the restaurant entrance.

“You may leave.”

The three of them stood up from the table and began walking toward the exit.

Angie watched them go in stunned silence.

Just before they disappeared through the door, she finally spoke.

“And what about me?”

I glanced at her casually.

“Well… you’re my wife, we finish eating, we go home and i fuck that cute ass of yours until i get bored.”

Angie didn’t reply.

She simply watched as her father, a twisted version of her mother, and a complete stranger walked out of the restaurant without even looking back.

I raised my hand.

“Excuse me,” I said as a waitress approached. “Could you bring us the menu?”