Best Buy

You immediately made up your mind. You were going to tech the shit out of your room. Seven 4k televisions? Maybe home theater systems? Every video game in the store? You figure you'll get your mind sorted out later. Strapping in to the Lambo, you take a second to idolize Sonja's delightful bare feet. You had made sure that footwear was not something she coupled with any of the bikinis, due to a rather pronounced foot fetish. However, her feet were marred by the grief of the bare and filthy parking lot floor. So, to make swift amends to that, you wished that her body was always clean as a whistle. Sonja was a bit of a clean freak, so keeping your lady sparkling was a win-win.

You sailed across the highways to the nearest Best Buy while being venerated by several onlookers, jealous of your car and bikini-clad passenger. You parked it up and headed inside. A male customer greeted you into the store and asked if there was anything he could assist you with.

You answered him. "Yes. I was hoping that you could transfer me to the most stunning female co-worker you have."

"Umm, excuse me?" he chuckled as you remembered that men did not follow the rules of universal agreement you laid out for the opposite sex.

Fuck it. From now on, guys are total puppets too.

His reaction polarized as he led you off to a customer service desk with a striking dark-haired lady scanning some cables.

"Hey, Aliza? These folks asked me to direct them to the hottest employee he have, so I brought them over to you."

"Oh, of course you did," she chuckled. One thing was for sure. Aliza was not from this country. She has a thick European accent that has you wanting to ask stupid questions about computers just to hear it more. You can't quite place where she's from, but she's probably from some obscure town in Latvia that has maybe 200 population and a couple pet yaks or some shit. Her looks were undeniable, she was probably about 36 years of age, and had a sexy slender figure that gave her a foreign MILF appeal. Her tits were on the smaller side but they looked perky as all hell, and her hair was tightly tied into a long ponytail. You can't wait to get in those pants.

"Hi, guys. What could I help you with today?"

"We're looking to buy some TVs. What're the best ones you have?" asked Sonja.

You're very surprised to see her engaging the conversation. It's nice to be reminded that your girlfriend still has personality.

"For sure," Aliza purred in an accent that even made discussions about aspect ratios sexy. "Right this way."

Aliza leads you across the store as you throw your arm around her waist while you walk together, before gesturing to a large selection of screens all demoing clips from Interstellar. She asked about what kind of TV you guys were looking for, but you can't handle it anymore.

"Aliza, could you start giving me a handjob first? Your voice is getting my cock really goddamn hard."

"My pleasure, darling," she cooed.

Before you could say anything more, she unzips your pants and starts stroking. "So, what were you looking for again?"

"I want the biggest sharpest screens you've got. What can you cook up for me, hot stuff?"

"Over here we have some 60" 4k screens. These are really really nice, but I'd be damned if we ever had a customer with the kind cash you need for one of these guys.

"Consider yourself lucky, Aliza. I'll take one. Actually, I'll take ten, and another 4 of the 42-inches as well."

She looked at you like you belonged in a mental hospital before taking on the belief you were joking. She played along, unaware that she was playing along with her self.

"Okay, well, that will be $25,300 plus tax. Will that be cash debit or safe falling from the sky?"

"Debit, actually." Do you have a machine or will we pay at the desk? Also, if you guys could deliver them to my door that would be swell."

Her body tensed up with astonishment. "I... I... Yeah, actually I uh, ... have a machine on me." S-s-swipe h-here."

You punched in some digits and the wall of digital display was yours. You decided that Aliza could use some money from stroking your cock like a pro, so you chucked a a band of $500 at her. You had previously made the wish that your pockets were portals to your cash in the forms of bound up piles of money, and it was proving to be worth it.

"Oh my god! Thank you, but I really don't need you to do that. You can come in anytime and I'll give you a hand job free of charge!" she spoke up handing the money back as she continued to stroke you off.

"No I insist! Have a wonderful day, Aliza, and I'm sure I'll be enjoying your services frequently."

Figuring your work was done, you glance over to Sonja to put her on your arm and leave, but she was biting her lip, and watching Aliza's handjob while watching every detail. Her hands are even wandering around her genitals looking like they need something to do. She pulls you over for a second.

"Dylan, it's totally up to you, but I'd really like to keep this one..."

She was looking up at you, laughing slightly, awaiting an answer. Was... was Sonja.... bi-curious? You recalled some of her friends hinting at something like that during the times you talked in private, and this was perhaps the best news you've heard all day.

"Of course we can, sweetheart."

Her smile grew in size as did yours.

"Aliza, we're going to actually be keeping you from now on. So come with us, if you don't mind.

She nodded. "Alright. Let's go, Mr...."

"Sir. You'll just call me sir."

"Yes, sir."

After showering your cum onto her blue polo shirt that all employees wear at this establishment, you drag her out. Suddenly, gazing out to the parking lot, you remembered. Your Aventador has two seats, but you quickly start to see that as a plus.

Upon arrival, you spoke. "As you may have noticed my car only has two seats, so Aliza, my girlfriend will be sitting on your lap."

You enter the vehicle and they do just as you had instructed them to do. Sonja was looking hot and bothered to put it lightly. This looks like you can work some magic, or do you?