Just a little

I arrived at the mall, quite exhausted after pedaling so hard, and I was still a little upset about what had happened with that car.

To my surprise, when I arrived at the mall, the car that almost hit me was parked there, and a punk-looking girl was getting in.

I pedaled quickly; this might be my chance to test the device, and I could get some **** for what happened.

When I touched her back to get her attention, she turned around.

She was quite pretty; she had violet hair, lip piercings, and was wearing a tight black dress with a low neckline that showed off her enormous breasts, which bounced subtly when she talked or walked.

"What do you want, idiot?"

"Excuse me? You almost hit me with your car a little while ago. I expected at least an apology from you."

"I don't have time for you or your stupid bike. I have more important things to do."

She was getting into her car to leave, but when she opened the device, a strange photo of her smiling appeared again:

Target: Amber Martinez

I quickly tapped and selected the Reschedule option.

I typed: She's madly in love with Andrew Willmart, would do anything to please him.

There was no visual change in her; she kept starting her car to leave, so I approached her window:

"I'm Andrew Willmart, by the way, if you want to apologize sometime."

Suddenly, I could see her eyes widen when she saw me, her face flushed, and I could see her breathing become labored.

"Your name is Andrew Willmart? Oh my god, I'm really so sorry about that little accident."

She got out of the car and wrapped me in a hug, her enormous breasts enveloping my face.

"Is that you?" I'm really sorry, Andrew. I swear something like this won't happen again. If you want, you can get in my car. I'll take you home. You don't need to pedal. I'll take you wherever you want, just ask.

I managed to move my face away from her breasts a little so I could breathe, although I must admit it didn't bother me at all.

I decided to get in the car with her.

"So, Amber, why were you so rude to me?"

"Forgive me. My boyfriend is a bit demanding sometimes, and he asked me to come buy some beers for him right away. I just wanted to be a good girlfriend, but screw him. You're more important right now."

"Amber..."

I thought I should test his obedience.

"Amber, I order you to call your boyfriend and break up with him. From now on, you'll take care of me."

"Sure, dear, whatever you want."

The order for her to fall in love worked very well. She carried out each order with a goofy smile on her face, and she didn't seem to feel even the slightest bit of sadness for her boyfriend, for whom, until recently, she was capable of almost running me over.

The call was short and efficient.

"Okay, Andrew, I've blocked him from all my social media too. That idiot won't bother us again. Would you like me to do anything else?"

She looked at me like a puppy craving approval.

"I noticed you liked my breasts. We could go to my apartment and you can play with them as much as you want."

"What?"

I was surprised she offered herself like that. But my surprise seems to be that it scared her.

" Oh Andrew, I'm sorry, I didn't think that would bother you. I just want to cheer you up. After all, I'd like to apologize properly for the accident a little while ago. I don't usually do this, I promise. Not even my ex-boyfriend knew my apartment, but I trust you a lot.

• Okay, Amber, drive to your apartment.

• Yes, sir!