Finally realizing your power, you make offers they can't refuse

"Before I can offer you any deals or anything," you say to the young ladies, "I have to know that Captain Brinks is on board. I can't directly prohibit the mall from prosecuting you, you know." You step behind the seated girl with long hair and reach around to cup her little titties in your hands, most of her chest still hidden behind her dark hair. "So, Captain Brinks, as a show of goodwill, I'm prepared to remove all clothing requirements I have put on you specifically, if you'll agree not to prosecute any shoplifters today, no matter if they choose nudity or favours." As you feel up the teen criminal in front of you, waiting for Captain Cumface to decide the fates of the shoplifters, you are busy imagining the deal you will offer her next, for her daughters' clothing rights. This is just a test run.

Ophelia Brinks, naked, with your cum drying all over her face, squints at you, considering your obvious trap of a deal. "Fine, I'll take it." She hurriedly pulls her pants back on, not bothering to take the time for the panties she hid in the drawer. She wipes the cum off her face with a tissue and looks around for her shirt.

"Alright, girls, you may offer the mall security staff sexual favors. You and all of them out there."

"And that includes Captain Brinks," says the girl whose jacket you took.

"Yeah, but I doubt she'll accept your offer."

"After all this bullshit, I could get some head," says Brinks, which silences the entire room immediately.

"Do it in your office, then, Brinks. I still need to have a word with you."

Silverman and Tulipsen open the front door right away and start hearing offers from the large group of mandatorily self-reported thieves. The rest of you enter the back office, where you and Brinks sit down across from each other, get head from teen shoplifters, and discuss her future.

Brinks says "I dont't get it. Why would you suck the clothing controller's dick, Hair-bra-belt-head? He isn't mall security staff, so you'll still have to go naked or suck off Tulipman or someone." The lewdness isn't what bothers her. Brinks just doesn't understand the logic. She leans back in her own desk chair and lets the other girl get to work on her pussy, which will earn the teen her clothing rights back.

"My name is Carina, and maybe I just wanna suck his dick cuz I just wanna." She licks your dick playfully and says, "besides, maybe mall security isn't the only ones with a way out of my predicament." She dives down on your dick, bobbing up and down with enthused delight. "Maybe...*SLURP* mmmmm.... "

Sucking your dick in between every few words makes her hard to understand, but also harder to disagree with.

"Maybe I just realized *FWP* *FWPP* *FFWWPP* that the Clothing Controller..." She licks your dick again. "... has more power than mall security, by a long shot." She goes back down on you now with her full attention, clutching your balls in her hand. The stolen belt and thong fall off of her head.

"Which brings me to the reason I wanted to talk to you, Captain Brinks." You indicate the framed photo of her daughters on the desk. "I'm willing to offer your daughters back their rights to choose their own clothing." Her shrewd eyes pierce you, looking for the catch.

"Won't you just go making new rules for them right after?"

With all this power, you don't have to hide your intentions. "Don't worry, I mean permanently. I will exempt them from my future rulings as long as you uphold your end of the deal."

"Okay," she says, seeming almost relaxed compared to her pre-oral sex states. "What's my end of the contract?"

"You will become my private property, in every way, forever."

You watch Brinks think about it while the shoplifters go down on you both. Laurie rubs your shoulders and says "Hell yeah, John! I'm so proud of you right now."