An Evolved TD Plan

A wave of lust explodes within me as I watch the goth girl's shift and she looks through the costumes. ‘I consent if you inspire her to initiating our polyamorous relationship. Change her perception to think I already look such as an ideal vampire of her dreams.

‘You'll do this to Bella too, and this polyamorous relationship will be their idea.

‘You'll increase their erotic sensitivity to my touch, too.’

The fey exclaims his objection, ‘What!?! why the frak would I do that?’

I chuckle with an amused while still appreciating the svelte curves of the Goth girl's sexy tight buttock. My male flesh engorging with an abundance of blood already. It is as if the fae, TD, has done some rewiring in the Id of my brain. My body feels more youthful by far.

Of course I was just under fifty years old and I had a life style similar to Christie Brinkley already. However, at forty entropy begins to effect a mortal coil more aggressively. By perforce, the margin for error from an ideal lifestyle with an attitude to match grows more narrow.

“What's funny?” The goth girl looks back at you and blushes as she notices your appreciation of her beauty. She appeared to be of Japanese and Teutonic descent with a delicious slight slant to her eyes. I am abruptly grateful for letting TD talk me into claiming this young woman too.

‘Just do it unless you want to be getting nothing tonight. I bet the teenager's still growing brain did everything you asked for without complaint or thinking of the girls he is fucking and future harmony; And, remember how that turned out for you.’ I feel my neck tingle as the fae hops over into the goth girl. Though, my new psyche partner made clear his dislike for wasted effort.

By the Goddess, TD was annoying stubbornly negative and lazy. Memory of my perception of the Porsche 911 screaming by my car a day ago absolutely and abundantly refreshed my resolve to teach him a better way to get all the sex we both want.

Sidestepping the question I share with the salesclerk a warm infectious smile and: “My name is Ben Armstrong, what is your name?”

I can almost see the shift in the salesclerk emotions as the fae rewired and implanted certain cyclical signals into her grey matter. She blushes finally showing signs of arousal in response to your interest in her, “My name is Kelly Bishop. I… um… this is without the fishnets but I believe like Bella would freak over it.”

The humiliating embarrassment of offering romance to another sapien is resonating harmoniously within Kelly’s voice and mannerisms.

The annoyance and disdain from response to your interest at first a moment or two ago is completely gone as Kelly walks up to you with the costume. Her tight lithe svelte gymnast body moving seductively as walks up with a bashful look. “Did you want 'another' slav-… I mean costume?”

I feel a heavy dose of lust flush within my cheeks and warm smile, “Which costume do you like the most?”

Kelly's warm smile beams with pride as she grabs your arm and rubs her tight svelte fertile teenage body against yours as she pulls you into the back.

Another male goth boy salesclerk comes out from the back and looks both surprised by Kelly's motions and hanging all over me. I notice daggers of jealousy shoot from his eyes at me. She notices the look and gets territorial and defensive over me.

I am somewhat surprised as Kelly displays her choice with body language and a soprano growl, “Back off Mudd, you already knew you never had a chance with me regardless of how many times you asked.”