On a 10+, you Miz Roxy (Mind Control), +1 forward

"Lewis, what is the meaning of this!" Miz Roxy yells. Her sharp heels make a click-click on the floor to punctuate her demand.

You clear your throat. "Ma'am," you begin. Pushing yourself up off Lewis the clerk, you stand and turn to face her. "Miz Roxy, hon?" You catch her eyes with yours. Her lipsticked mouth works like a fish out of water. You take a deep breath and greet her, still holding her eyes. "I'm so glad you've come to join our party." You reach a hand back and touch Lewis on the shoulder. "Lewis, honeypie," you say, "Please take Miz Roxy's keys and lock up behind her."

Lewis scrambles to his feet and walks uneasily over to his boss, his erection sagging a bit, but still stiff enough for a nice bounce. Roxy doesn't resist as he takes the keys from her hand.

"You're a looker, hon," you compliment her. "And you work at it. Just the perfect kind of lady to run this store. I'm so glad you came. Lewis found me a beautiful pair of shoes. But I can tell the choices here are all yours. I'm so happy I can thank you in person. But what does a beautiful woman like you want? What could we possibly give you? How can we make you happy?"

Her eyes are wide, fixed on yours, as you hold her will. Her chin droops a bit and her lips part. Her fingers twitch, the smooth, long fingernails raking the air.

"What is your most secret sinful sexual wish?" you ask Miz Roxy.

"Uh, uh, huh-uhh," she stammers.