Get some help.

A few days had past, and you had done practically nothing but fuck your mother, eat and sleep. It wasn't altogether unenjoyable, but you felt like you'd have a better time with some help. Amy called at some point during the first night, announcing her completion of her tattoos, which was great, but you felt like you might have been a little shortsighted when you only claimed her skin and tattooing skills. She was fun when she came over to tattoo your mom, and sure, she was loyal in a different way, but you wished you could just make her stay at your house, become a full part of the harem. Besides, someone needed to keep your mother filled at all times to get her where you wanted, and you and Kelly were not going to cut it for much longer. Plus, you needed more money, the small amount of profit from the tattoo parlor wasn't going to last if you kept increasing the amount of people in your harem.

So, you needed a place with lots of people that you could survey for new property, and opportunities to gain some passive income... Oh! The mall!

As you left the house, leaving your two women to fuck each other, although one was fucking more than the other, you outlined a loose plan in your head. What stores you would check, that sort of thing. Thankfully for you, the mall was within walking distance, so you had a little bit to cobble together your plan.

First stop, Hot Topic.

Although it might not be the best store, in your opinion, usually being filled with cringey edge-lords or unapologetic weebs, that wasn't nessesarily a bad thing right now. Everyone wants a goth gf, right? Now was the perfect time to get one. Plus you wanted to see what you could get away with in terms of owning the store.

As you stepped inside, you could see everything to the back of the store. It was a long rectangle, with really high walls that were covered in T shirt designs and different Pop funko figures. In the center of the narrow room were several small shelves filled with knick knacks and small anime figures. None of that really mattered though, all you cared about was what was positioned in the dead center of the store. The cashier's island counter. Inside this square of counters were two employees. One was slightly older, maybe 27 or 28. She had short bleached blonde hair under a black beanie. She was faced away from you, so it was hard to distinguish her features, but she was wearing a long black shawl that reached just above her knees, and greyed jeans beneath that. Her face was pale as snow, and you could see that she had painted her nails black. She was doing paperwork or something on the far counter.

The other girl at the counter was younger, maybe 19 or 20. She was clearly athletic, being able to see the definition in her biseps through her light t shirt. She still looked plenty effeminate though, sporting a relatively massive rack. Her hair was half neon green and half pink, tied into a long braid that ran to the middle of her back. She had on pretty heavy makeup, but it didn't look like too much. And she was wearing long black goth pants with chains and stuff. She had a cheery look on her face as she helped a customer though.

This customer, the last person here was another girl, somewhere between the ages of the other two. She had on a short yellow dress that reached only a few inches below her butt and white sneakers. She was carrying a small brown purse too. Her hair was ginger and tied up into two loose buns on either side of her head.

You had a sharpie that you had brought from home, silver metallic, so it'll show up on anything. You inconspicuously walked to one of the walls nearest you and wrote simply, 'Ryan Ferro's Store'. You didn't really know what this would do, maybe you'd own just this store, maybe you'd suddenly own the entire company! Somehow you doubt it would be that.

Walking over to the island counter, as the ginger continues to try and find some card in her purse or something. You walk around to the other side, and attempt to get the older employee's attention. She looks up at you and asks, "How can I help you?" In a generally nice tone. Now that you can actually see her from the front, you can see that she's actually fairly thin. She has a nose ring and and eyebrow ring, as well as black lipstick. She was really pretty.

"There's this really weird thing over there, is that normal." You point towards your small message on the wall.

She glances around at it, but eventually turns back, saying "What, I don't see anything."

"Come on, let me show you."

She lifts up a small piece of the counter and walks out, following you to the wall, where she finally reads it."Oh shit! The store is yours, huh? So... You're my boss?"

"Yeah, and I have a few things that you have to start doing. First of all, give me your hand."

"Sure, uh okay..." The woman holds her hand out towards you, and you quickly scribble 'Ryan Ferro's' on its back. She looks at it and immediately looks back to you smiling. "Oh wow! You own me? Thank you so much for telling me!"

"Sure, don't mention it. What's your name by the way?"

"I'm Emily. Unless you want me to change it, obviously."

You smile. "I won't, that's a pretty name. Anyway, I have a new rule for this store. Well, a few honestly."

The woman stared at you eagerly, as if you were about to announce some big award at any moment. She then nodded, noticing that you had paused for a breif moment. She didn't realize that you were simply gazing at her face.

Shaking yourself out of it, you continue, "So, #1: Nobody touches this unless I say so." You point at the marking on the wall. "In fact, this is probably gonna need some kind of protective cover of some sort. You can figure that out in a bit. #2 is a strict dress code. No woman over the age of 18 can wear bottoms in the store. No panties either. #3: All of the employees have to do exactly as I say, and #4 is that I can do whatever I want when I'm in the store."

Emily nodded again, completely open to following every rule that you just laid out, immediately tearing her pants off her legs in order to comply with the dress code. You were both situated behind on of the store shelves, so the other two girls in the

"Can you get those two to come over and look at my tag now?"

"Sure, boss."

Emily went back to to the counter and you could see her pointing back to where you were standing. Seeing the three of them together got you excited. All 3 we're a kind of hot that spoke to you. Plus, having some girls that were around your age would be nice. Amy was nice too, but these were girls that you could do whatever you wanted with.

"...See? It's right here."

Emily had made it back to you, and pointed out the tag that claimed the store as yours. Instantly, the concerned and slightly disgusted faces of the two girls shifted into neutral acceptance.

The green and pink haired employee looked at me with genuine kindness and asked, "So, you're my new boss? Cool!"

"Uh, yeah. Actually, Emily, could you tell them the rules?"

She quickly went over the new rules, and while the two girls took off their pants and panties, I took the opportunity to quickly write my name on their arms. They accepted their new roles quickly, and then you asked for their names. The green and pink haired one smiled and said "I'm Brianna."

The red haired one continued, "And I'm Morgan."

From then on, I told Emily and Brianna to stay until closing, collecting all of the cash in the register and to bring it to the house. I told Morgan that she was coming with me, back to my house and that they're all gonna live there with the harem from then on. As expected, they were all very accepting of this radical life change.

I stayed for a moment after that, just kinda watching the bottomless girls go about their work as I contemplated a quickie for the road. Unfortunately for me I wasn't really given a choice. Kelly texted me saying "Hey, when are you gonna be back? I'm getting kinda tired over here"

I scooped up Morgan, and took off towards home. The other two girls would have to wait.