Classy

"Shapiffany & Co?" Stacy balked, reading the store name in regal font above the glass façade. The clean interior invited a class of citizen that can drop a few thousand dollars in one trip, hell on one item. "Jezebel, I can't afford to shop here!" She hissed to herself as she passed more gawking customers and tried to avoid attracting attention to her speech. The ghost gave no response as she lifted Stacy's arm to the door handle. She hesitated for only a moment before the pressure around her arms returned, and she quickly grasped the cool metal and pulled. She was hit by a chilling breeze of the A/C, bringing her stimulated nipples to full attention and speckling her bare stomach in goosebumps. The environment felt empty and sterile as hundreds of precious stones and metal sparkled under bright lights.

"Welcome! What can I help you find today?" A cheery, posh voice greeted her from behind a glass countertop as he finished a transaction with the store's lone customer. Stacy passed the wealthy woman who gave her a disgusted glare down her nose. Jezebel returned the glance, and Stacy watched the proud woman suddenly cower beneath her confident gaze, and she scurried away with her purchase. Stacy's focused returned to the well-dressed employee, whose customer service smile stood contrast to his lecherous eyes roaming her volumptuous form. Jezebel winked Stacy's doe eyes as she reached the counter. Stacy tried to stutter an explanation, but this was something Jezebel didn't trust her to handle.

"Good afternoon, handsome." Jezebel began her ventriloquist act as she placed Stacy's delicate fingers on the cashier's hand. "I am looking for a few accessories. Something tasteful to highlight my natural charms." Stacy was **** to show off her curvy form proudly, and Jezebel's quick, flirting dialogue poured from Stacy's full lips faster than she realized she could flirt. She saw the worker smile and nod at her request, gesturing to her left toward a display of rings and bracelets. Stacy started feeling dizzy as Jezebel puppeted her. She was much more helpless than she had been so far, and she wished, Jezebel could warn her before swinging to her side and approaching the display case. The man followed close behind, and Stacy felt her now giant ass bounced by invisible hands for his view. He rounded to the opposite side of the glass, using it to hide his growing bulge as well as sell his wares.

"These cuts are some of our most popular. Definitely will attract the attention you're craving." The man began his pitch, eager to keep this customer around as long as possible. His usual clientele were old, rich people and their trust fund babies, so this sexy minx was a breath of fresh air. He opened the lid of the display box, allowing her to pick what she'd like to try. Stacy could tell these were the higher end items based on gem size alone. How was she supposed to buy these? Jezebel continued her shopping without her.

"These are absolutely gorgeous!" Jezebel gushed. "Such delicate, beautiful patterns." Her hands glided above the mannequin hands adorned with merchandise before settling on an eye-catching creation: a complex connection of rings and chains linked around each finger and attached to a tight bangle. The one Stacy found her gaze resting upon filled her with fear at the complexity of the one the spirit chose. Others were simply one ring attached to a chain leading to the wrist piece, but this one had delicate loops at the base of each finger with a symmetrical flower pattern on the back of the back of the hand. Stacy feared how much control this would give to her ghost, but the employee had already removed the pair of metallic gloves and was helping her try them on.

"An excellent choice, ma'am. A unique piece that will attract anyone's attention." He cheered inside at the thought of his commission. As the final chain ring slid down her digit, Jezebel's numbing control enveloped them. Stacy whimpered internally as she lost control of her fingers, watching them flexed by their new owner. The phantom made her marvel at the beautiful jewelry, happy to have hands to play with again. The employee spoke up. "Is there anything else you are interested in?" He hoped for a yes, and she gave him one.

Stacy's hands ran across the shelf of her boobs, and she would have melted into a quivering pool on the sales floor if she had been in control. Her possessed body parts felt so sensitive thanks to Jezebel. She hoped her arousal wasn't as visible as it felt. She **** her neck to look down and was happy to not see a stain darkening her jeans, though her nipples were hard and fat on her chest. Her platinum clad fingers sunk into her willing flesh, showing off deep cleavage. "I could use a necklace of some kind. Something to draw the eye" She emphasized her meaning with a slender finger running the trench between her jugs, causing the clinging fabric to stay pinched within. Her tits were now almost separated into their own lycra prisons.

The staff member gulped hungrily at her flirting nature, and eagerly beckoned to another display behind her: a cabinet against the wall with mannequin busts of various completion: Lifeless heads displayed tiaras and circlets, while empty necks displayed a variety of necklaces. Stacy could see her painted reflection in the polished glass, stunned by how normal her movements seemed. There was no way she could convince anyone that this wasn't her. She tried her best to influence Jezebel's gaze to find something simple, or at least inexpensive, but a slight neck twitch was the only sign of her influence. A sudden, silent strike to her rear reminded her what was at stake, and she resigned to being an audience to today's events. Jezebel of course picked something dazzling and colorful. She gently pulled a thin, gold chain off a display neck and draped it over her head. a large, green stone hung coldly within her clothed cleavage, though it still felt like it was on her flushed, bare chest. This piece was merely for attracting eyes to her tits, though it could probably still control her as easily as her clothing.

As the phantom was modeling her potential purchases, her eyes were drawn to a pair of earrings, thankfully simple compared to the other pieces: a polished silver teardrop hanging from a short chain. Jezebel eagerly snatched them up and put them on. Why was she so eager for them. Their weight was almost imperceptible, much like the numbing that now flowed through her ears. "Finally, we can speak more intimately." Jezebel cooed, her hot breath tickling Stacy's earlobe as she gently sucked it...huh?! "I love these. So adorable." Jezebel told the employee. He mobbed sagely. Why didn't he react to her previous sentence? And how had she heard Jezebel so close to her ear? "Do not worry, my darling. Just let me take care of everything." Jezebel's voice came from behind Stacy now, and she hadn't felt her lips move. The earrings! This was more than just physical control. She could make her hear things. She was only using it to talk to her now, but what else could she do?

Jezebel seemed satisfied with this store. "Can you check me out?" She winked to the employee. Stacy hated the double entendre but knew it was intentional. The man seemed to agree as he shot her a playful wink back and let her lead the way back to the registers. Jezebel waited patiently as Stacy begged her body to run. Her palms flattened and spread apart, leaning forward as her shoulders raised. The cashier kept his word and checked out her swinging udders, the large stone wedged in her fat orbs. Jezebel merely smiled and waited for him to get his eye full. As much as Stacy hated to admit, his leering gaze felt like a pleasure beam burrowing into her flesh, heating her up pleasantly, and the panting whimpers playing in her ears only made her hotter and more embarrassed, because they were her own. At least this part of her possession was somewhat enjoyable. When the man had his fill, he rang up the pieces she was still wearing. Stacy balked at the ever climbing price, but Jezebel gave it no notice as she fished through her Stacy's purse for money that wasn't there. Stacy felt cool metal on her cheek as Jezebel acted like a forgetful ditz. "Oops! I don't seem to have enough on me." Her juicy, red lips held a guilty pout as she rested her tits on her other arm. She batted her long lashes at the smirking man, catching on to the ghost's game. "Is there another way I could pay?" Her coy offer implied everything it needed to, but as a chained digit slid into her full, puckering lips, it became very apparent.