Decide to make some trouble

You flap your arms at your side and take a deep breath. After your time with Alice, the edge on your sexual desire is diminished... It's not entirely gone, but your mind now has time to wander to other thoughts, such as what to do with your new powers.

As you've always been one for politeness and good manners, you decide it's high time to let the prankster in you live a little. After all, you can get away scot-free with pretty much anything, so why hold back?

You take a look around and, spotting a man in a posh suit, decide to follow along behind him as he makes his way briskly around the store.

"You look important," you mutter, then step firmly on the back of his foot.

"FLAT TIRE," you shout at the top of your lungs as his expensive-looking shoe folds beneath his heel. Laughing to yourself, you whack him around the back of the head. His toupee finds a new home on a shelf across the aisle, but the man himself doesn't flinch, carrying on with his shopping bald-headed.

Hearing the sound of laughter behind you, you whirl around like lightning. Could someone have perceived the event that just happened..? You're relieved to see that the source of the giggling is a small boy running towards you with an armful of chocolate bars.

Shaking your head, you kneel down and grab him buy the shoulders to stop him running past. The child keeps laughing and waves his legs about, acting as if you weren't impeding his fun.

Suddenly, you hear a shout from near the store's entrance. "Billy? BILLY!"an attractive blonde woman who looks to be in her mid thirties is stomping over. She's wearing a red cardigan, some tight jeans which show off her slim figure, and a pair of large sunglasses perched on her shoulder length hair. She appears to have a very cross looking expression on her face as she kneels down towards her child.

You decide to let go of the kid as you see her arms come up to grab him, her large gold bracelets rattling as she takes over the job of holding him in place. "Just WHAT do you think you are playing at, young man?" she fumes, her cheeks flushing red. "EVERY TIME we come here! Why can't you just BEHAVE, like a good boy? Hmm?"

As she snarls at the boy you bring your hand to her face, feeling the heat coming off of it. This turns into a gentle stroke, almost as if you're trying to calm her. The effort is clearly futile, however, as she continues to rant. "Why can't you just behave like a good boy! HMM!?" She pouts at the end, opening her eyes wide and arching her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

You move your hand to her chin and tilt her head up a bit to get a better look at her. Her eyes are still fixed on Billy, tracking him as you push her face upwards. Studying her, you notice that all of her make up (mascara, blush... The whole deal) is quite well applied. It seems she's the kind of lady who likes to look her best, even when just shopping for groceries. With her pouting like this, you can't help but notice that her lips are painted a succulent deep red.

While still holding her chin you rub your thumb back and forth over her soft lips, her angry expression remaining static despite the delicate gentle stroking. You move your finger up and slowly push it into her warm mouth. Pressing down with your fingers you make her mouth lull open slightly, getting the briefest glimpse inside before she starts to resist, moving her jaw.

You retract your hand quickly to avoid getting bit, but not quite fast enough for the beginning of her sentence to make sense. "Uuaahmreeally angry!" she says, some drool escaping from her lips. "You only get chocolate if you behave, you know that... Now come with me!" She grabs the chocolate and then the boy's hand, marching him back towards her cart.

You watch her heart-shaped ass as it sways away from you. As soon as she puts the chocolate into her cart and lets go of Billy, he snatches the treat again and makes off down the aisle, giggling all the way.

"What a mischievous little brat," you can't help but (hypocritically) comment.

"BILLY! THAT'S IT!" she shouts, turning on her heel and jogging after him as fast as her high fashion shoes allow. Deciding it’s time to continue your fun, you stick your foot out as she passes; oblivious to the hazard in plain view, she blunders straight over it. She goes sprawling onto the floor and slides a few feet, while her sunglasses come flying off her head and skitter much further. She makes a loud "oof" sound as she hits the deck, but other than that takes no notice of her mid-aisle belly flop.

"Billy!" Her voice is a bit shaky as she rises up to her feet once more. She tries to take off again but you grab one of her heels, causing her to flop down once more. Before she has a chance to recover, you pounce onto her back and pin her to the floor, straddling her with your naked body. Try as she might, she can't shift your weight.

You grab her hair and tug at it, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Grinning like an idiot, you let her get up onto her hands and knees and dig your heels into her sides. "Giddy up! Yeehaw," you shout in a terrible Southern accent, slapping her firm ass a few times.

"Billy,” she moans, hand pawing at the air in a vain attempt to move. "Get your goddamn butt back here..."

At that moment, a middle-aged man pushes his cart past your ridiculous display, shooting the woman a sympathetic glance as he passes by. “Kids, huh?”

She looks away bashfully, not because of her demeaning situation but because of the scene her son is making. "Yeah, I know ri- Ah…"

You tug her hair again, cutting her off. "No time for chit-chat, steed! Away!" you shout, laughing and kicking your heels one last time. As the spectator leaves your show behind, you slip your hand under the woman’s jeans and grope at her smooth behind.

Deciding that it’s time for something more, you remove your hand and wiggle down her body, taking care not to let your captive escape. Reaching around to her front and undoing her jeans, you start to yank them down her legs. You’re pleased to find a black thong underneath, which you decide is coming down along with her pants.

Pooling her clothes at her ankles and keeping one hand pushing her shin to the floor, you run your other hand up and down her legs, admiring their firm tone. You then bring your hand to her sex, plunging two fingers inside. She’s warm and just a little bit wet… Perhaps she likes the treatment you’re giving her?

You decide to let her stand with her jeans binding her feet together, but don't remove your fingers just yet. As she tries to move you put one hand on her shoulder, doubling her over as your fingers begin to thrust into her pussy from behind. She shuffles forward awkwardly, slowly making it to the end of the aisle.

"Bill- ah...Billy? Aah," she grunts, expressing both discomfort and pleasure. Spotting some box openers and plastic ties on a tall restocking cart nearby, you pull your dripping-wet fingers out and wipe them off on her cardigan before flipping her around and lifting her hands above her head.

Grabbing the ties you bind her hands to the top of the cart, pulling them tight to keep her in place. You pull the blade of the box cutter out, take hold of the bottom hem of her cardigan, and start to slice upwards. It's very sharp, slicing through her clothing with ease. The wire of her bra resists a little more, but you manage to get through it without much trouble.

Pushing her clothes to the side like a curtain, you get the first sight of her creamy white tits, her pink nipples pointing out like bullets. Her face is still rather cross, eyes searching for her misbehaving boy as her chest rises up and down both in anger and **** lust.

You step forward and start to finger her again while your other hand fondles one of her heaving breasts. As you watch her squirming face, your gaze travels down to those gorgeous red lips.

“Bil-” is all she can manage before you lean in and interrupt her with a deep kiss, closing your eyes as you push your lips against hers. As you slip your tongue past her soft lips, you don't let up with your hands, still hard at work playing with her body.

Suddenly your kiss is broken, and she finishes her cry as her mouth pulls away from yours. “-ly!” Opening your eyes in surprise, your confusion vanishes as you see the cart is being pulled towards the back warehouse by a large, muscled, and totally oblivious staff member. You laugh has you see her being towed out back, dangling there with her bare legs dragging listlessly across the floor. You can't help but blow her a little kiss as she vanishes out of sight, one of her high-heeled shoes slipping off and sitting alone in the middle of the aisle.

Turning around, you spot Billy sitting a ways away with chocolate all around his mouth. As you watch a handsome man with a sweater draped over his shoulders walks over to him, and you can just about make out his words at this distance.

"Billy? What are you doing, champ? Where did you get that?” He sighs. “Does mommy know you have that? Come on..." He grabs Billy's hand, leading the smiling tot away. He must be the boy's father which is a bit of a relief; leaving a child to fend for itself is probably a step too far for you, even in your dastardly mood. Still, you wonder how long it will take the mother to make her way back into her routine… Maybe you should go and check on her for some more hands-on fun, or maybe it’s time to try something else around here?