Later, at work: love at first sight

There was good news and bad news. The bad news was that my boss wasn't in the store today, meaning I couldn't convert her like I planned. The good news was that my boss wasn't in the store today, meaning I was the stand-in boss and could do basically whatever I wanted so long as I didn't burn the whole place down.

I worked in a clothing store that sold cheap knock-off brand clothes that my boss liked to pretend were more expensive and important than they really were. The prices were higher than what they should have been, so we didn't get very many customers, and about a quarter of the ones we did get ended up having complaints a few weeks later. There were genuinely a few really good quality items here, but they were few and far between, and one had to wade through an ocean of terrible options to find them.

Today was pretty typical for the middle of the week, virtually no customers, and all of the busy work got done in the first hour of my shift, leaving me sitting around doing absolutely nothing behind the counter for the remainder of my day. This was normally fine by me, I typically spent this time reading on my phone, keeping it out of view of the security camera.

Today, however, I was finding it difficult to focus on reading. All I could think about were my new powers, and how I could use them in interesting ways. I was stir-crazy just sitting around, and I kept looking at the clock hoping it would be time to leave, only to find that the act of looking seemed to make time drag on even more slowly.

About two hours into my shift the door opened, sending a familiar chime through the store, and in walked what I could only describe as a woman. She was tall, carried herself with confidence, was dressed classy, and she had curves to die for. She was a brunette with her hair chin-length and cut in a fashionable bob. She had frosty blue eyes that looked like they would suck out my soul if I spent too long looking at them. She was adorned with gold jewelry that not only looked expensive, but served to enforce her generally classy feeling. Her makeup was dark, putting emphasis on her rather intimidating eyes as well as her gorgeous pouty lips with dark red lipstick. And her outfit was stunning, with a dark red button-up blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt, a black unbuttoned suit jacket, sheer mesh stockings, and dark red heels that made a distinctive clicking noise with every step.

Though her outfit would have concealed much of the proportions on most women, this woman had the kind of curves you wouldn't be able to hide in a parka and snow-pants. Her tits were huge, easily F-cups, and with the first four buttons of her top undone, a distinct line of cleavage was clearly visible. Her ass looked round and firm in her skirt, and her legs looked fit and athletic, even under the sheer thigh-high stockings.

With just a single look at this woman, I was in love. There was something about her that felt familiar, but I was certain I had never seen her before. I would have remembered someone like this for sure. I was floored by her presence here, her outfit was far too fashionable and expensive-looking for her to be shopping at such a shitty place like this.

"Uh, hello." I said, my voice cracking a bit. I could already feel my dick start to harden just from seeing her.

She turned to look at me and as she did I desperately hoped she wouldn't smile. Strangely, I felt that the magic of the way this woman carried herself and looked would be ruined if she smiled. She had an intimidating aura, she had the kind of look that said you shouldn't cross her, and that look would have been destroyed if she smiled as a greeting.

"Afternoon." She replied, and I was glad to see not a hint of a smile on her face. She didn't sound cold, though, there was still a polite warmth in her tone and her demeanor when she addressed me.

"I'm Lucy," I said and almost stopped there before remembering that I was on the clock, "uh, let me know if you need anything."

By now my erection was full mast. Oddly enough, this was the one person I wanted to be able to resist the eldritch qualities of my scent. Not because I didn't want her, I did more than anyone else in that moment, but because I wanted her to have a will of iron. She was already being idealized in my brain. I never knew I was attracted to women like this, but this was certainly love at first sight.

Her nose twitched as she no doubt started smelling the strangely sweet scent, and she blinked a couple times. "Thank you." She replied politely, her voice betraying no sign of lost willpower. However, her eyes lingered on me for just a beat longer than I would have expected, and I was pretty sure she even looked me up and down before continuing toward the aisles of the store.

I found myself satisfied with this reaction. Clearly whatever effect I was having on her was more internal than external. But I desperately needed her. I had never felt this way before about someone who had only said a grand total of three words to me. I was torn, I wanted to make her mine, but I also didn't want to see her pleading desperately for my cum like Suzumi had. Perhaps I would be able to get it over with quickly before I drove her to desperation.

I walked out from behind the counter and into the aisle she disappeared into. There she was, eyeing some of the blouses that were on display.

"You have an amazing sense of style." I said as I approached. "I'm honestly surprised to see someone like you in a store like this. This place seems to be a little cheap for you." I admitted.

She looked at me, her eyes glancing up and down my body again. Her eyes lingered at my crotch area, where I had only just now realized I was pitching a tent in my skirt. "I appreciate the compliment, but style isn't all about money." She smiled ever-so-slightly as she said this. "Some of my best looks have items from stores like this." She tugged on her suit-jacket seemingly as an example.

She had disarmed me with this statement. I supposed she had a point. I panicked slightly as I realized I didn't have a follow-up. I was flustered by the very presence of this woman, and when combined with my social awkwardness in general meant that I was clueless as to what to do next.

Luckily, it seemed that after a few more seconds of looking me up and down, the woman had more to say. "Forgive me for asking such a personal question, but are you currently dating anyone?" This question came out of nowhere, but I was sure she was going somewhere with it, probably as a follow-up to her point about fashion.

"No." I briefly wondered if my sex slaves counted, and then decided not to include them so I didn't ruin my odds. I remembered that Nikki was still capable of somehow resisting my scent enough to leave, I definitely didn't want that to happen with this woman.

She nodded then looked me right in the eyes. "I want to suck your cock." She said this matter-of-factly, without a hint of hesitation. Despite my expectations about where she was going with her previous question being utterly destroyed, my hopes had been realized. She didn't beg, she didn't even ask, she simply made her desires known, and now the ball was in my court.