Chapter 11
by 
baggo
Who do you approach?
The arguing girl and her dad
You walk up to the girl arguing with her dad, and observe the situation for a moment. It seems he's upset about her outfit, and wants her to take a hoodie with her, but she's refusing it. Good thing you're here. This is your actual job.
"Dad, I super can't wear that at all."
"Honey, you're gonna be cold in the air conditioning, and..." he looks from her tight green halter top down to her ragged denim shorts and seems at a loss for words.
"and what, Dad? and the boys will maybe notice me for once?" You've noticed. She's dressed to get attention. Her platinum blonde hair is straightened and brushed over one side, her lips glossed and shiny, her eyelids sparkling with glitter shadow.
You walk up to the girl, lay a hand on her waist, and say, "maybe I can help."
The dad groans. "Oh great, boys making moves and you're not even out of my sight yet! I told you no one will respect you until you start covering up!"
The girl turns to you and says, "hey man, you're the Clothing Controller, right? I'm Laurie." She puts a hand out like she's gonna shake, but when you reach for it, she takes your hand and puts it on her ass. Then she takes your other hand and lifts it up to her chest, laying your fingers out across her right breast. "What do you think? Should I wear that awful hoodie?"
"I know you're the Clothing Controller," says the dad, already sounding defeated, "but do you really have to feel her up like that in front of me?"
You never tire of explaining to people that you're going to ignore their wishes, but this time, the girl you're groping does it for you. "Dad, he's doing his job. He needs to know about my body before he can make a decision about my clothes."
"Uhhhgghh," the dad shudders.
"You think you know better than the official fucking Clothing Controller, Dad?" You squeeze her tit some more, soft and supple under the thin fabric of her halter top. She has no bra, and you can feel her nipple hardening under the shirt.
"She's right, sir. It's hard to tell, visually, for example, if these are B cup or C cup titties."
"They're pretty much Bs, but they're too big for most 30B cups," she says directly.
"Bummer, but hey, you pull off the braless top really nicely."
"Thank you!" she says, genuinely, but also played up, for her dad's benefit. "Someone gets it!"
"As the Clothing Controller, it's my job to get this kind of stuff," you slide your ass-grabbing hand around her hips to her stomach and down into her panties, and she moans with pleasure. Your other hand slips under her shirt and you keep squeezing her tit as you pull her a little closer. Her hands follow yours to each spot, and she twists her body around playfully in your grasp.
"So, Mister Controller, you haven't answered us yet. Do you agree with my Dad, that I should cover all this up under that stupid hoodie?"
What will you tell Laurie and her fearful Dad?
These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.
Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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