Do you accept the job?

Of course you do.

“No, not really.” You hear yourself say. ”So you accept the job? I need to hear a yes or no.” David says seductively. ”Yes.” He stops stroking your member through your jeans which makes you involuntary whimper. You hope David didn’t hear it, but he gives no indication one way or the other. “All right, stay right here. I’ll be right back. Why don’t you peruse our merchandise and I’ll be back soon. If any employee asks, you are the new model.”

He turns and strides away, rounding a back corner, out of sight. You begin perusing the store as he said, seeing a multitude of outfits, latex maids, catsuits, harnesses, what seems to be pony gear and straitjackets. Does anything catch you eye, and if so, which?