To get a date...or two.

As you enter the giant bookstore, you look toward the cashier registers, mentally crossing your fingers. Sure enough, at the last one on the right is the cutie that you met right after you first got your hands on the Motherboard. As you watch her scan items for a customer, you realize she's prettier than you remember, with corn-yellow hair woven into an intricate braid and a winning smile that she flashes often. She's wearing a tight pair of jeans and a light blue top with the store's logo on her right breast. Her shirt is fully unbuttoned at the top and a lanyard rests comfortably inside her cleavage.

Your last interaction with her didn't go so well, ending with you walking away, embarrassed and ashamed at her rejection and your lack of funds. You've been humiliated and turned down by girls before, but this one stuck in your craw. You'd just changed the world and you still couldn't get a girl to go out with you. But you've learned a lot since then, made more changes to reality and gained a ton of confidence when it comes to dealing with hot girls.

You grab a couple of random items, not really paying attention to what, just needing an excuse to go through the tills. A couple of customers are a head of you and you are **** to patiently wait while your crush takes care of them.

When it's finally your turn, you step forward and a flash of recognition sweeps across her face, and her beautiful smile follows it quickly. "Hi!" she says before you can say anything. She seems to have the same bubbly personality as before, which you find very sweet and endearing. "I remember you! From last week right? Guy who liked Firefly, right?"

"Yeah," you admit, handing her your items. You wondered if she'd remembered you or not. Apparently, she has a good memory for faces. She smoothly swipes your purchases across the scanner and starts putting them in a bag. "I asked you out because I thought you were so cute, but you turned me down because you already had a boyfriend. I was really disappointed. I actually came in today to convince you to give me another shot and I was hoping you might reconsider going out on a date with me."

She pouts her lips as if this is a difficult request, her blue eyes narrowing as she thinks. With the prohibition on polyamory now defunct due to your changes, her boyfriend shouldn't necessarily be a concern. With bated breath you wait--much longer than you'd anticipated--as she pulls her braid over her shoulder and fiddles with the loose hairs at the end.

Just when you think she's never going to answer, she throws her arms out wide and almost shouts, "Okay! I'll go out on a date with you!" She smiles widely and claps her hands in delight, bouncing on her feet and setting her perky tits jiggling wildly. "I think it'll be fun! I've never had two boyfriends at the same time before!" She puts a finger to her lips. "You'll have to teach me how to handle two guys at once."

She says the last sentence in such an innocent and straight-forward manner, you get the impression that she truly means how to date two guys at the same time. Your filthy mind moves in a different direction, picture this hot little blonde sandwiched between you and another guy, writhing passionately as you pound away at her shapely body. You smile back at her and consider all the things you could 'teach' her.

She hands you the bag full and waves as you start to walk away, still distracted by plans for her future lessons. You're almost out the door when you hear her voice behind you.

"Hey, mister! Wait!"

You turn and shes running toward you, waving a slip of paper. "You forgot to get my phone number," she says giggling. Just like the rest of her, the laugh is adorable and sexy at the same time. She hands you the number and you slip it into your bag. She then holds out her hand and says, "And I'm Cassandra. Cassie to my friends." She leans close, her top drooping forward and allowing you to see enough flesh to know that she's not wearing a bra today. "And I think we're going to be very good friends!"

You introduce yourself in return. Then, with another giggle and wave, she heads back to her station to finish her shift, leaving you shaking your head in wonder. She seems incredibly nice but not necessarily the bright bulb in the world. For some reason, that makes you even more attracted to her, almost as if you want to fold her up in your arms and protect her, while also wanting to fuck her silly at the same time. It's an interesting feeling.

With a successful goal behind you, you decide it's time to eat lunch and you make your way to the food court, eyeing all the lovely ladies as they go about their shopping. The new rule regarding clothing was definitely a good one you decide, taking in so many scantily-clad racks and short skirts that your dick is working overtime, trying to bust your pants open. You also get some thoughtful glances in return and you have to resist stopping to flirt with every pretty girl you see--which is all of them, thanks to you!

You just arrive in the spacious, table-filled eating area at the center of the food court when you hear someone you recognize calling out your name. Looking around, it only takes a moment to confirm who had shouted to you. A couple of tables over is your brother's girlfriend, Bethany. She beckons you over with a flick of her hand and you head in her direction.

Holy shit, you think, when you get close and see what she's wearing. Even for the guidelines you set up for a relaxed dress-code, Bethany's sporting a scandalous outfit. It's nothing more than a lacy red bra, a matching pair of panties and heels. You can tell they're high end underwear, but it's still way less than other girls are wearing. What the hell is going on here?

"I thought that was you," she says warmly. She nods at the bag you're holding. "Getting some shopping done?"

"Yeah," you reply. It's hard enough to see Kenny's sizzling hot girlfriend wearing so little, but the sight also brings back the erotic stories your brother told you and your mom while at the pool. Visions of the two of them in bed together run through your head and you struggle to find something else to say, something to distract you from imagining what how her cocoa skin would feel against yours. "What...uhmm...what are you doing here?" Smooth, dumbass.

She finishes the drink in front of her before answering. "Oh, I'm just on a short break. I've got to get back to work soon, but I can't get enough of this teriyaki chicken." She points at a store across the way and finally, her outfit makes sense.

She works at a lingerie store, apparently as a saleswoman and her skimpy outfit is her uniform. You did include the rule that uniforms worn for work should follow the porn version of what would normally be worn and for lingerie clerks, that apparently means very little indeed. As you look at the storefront, taking in all the lace, silk and tulle in a multitude of pinks, blacks and reds, a thought clicks in your mind. One that might allow you to kill two birds with one stone.

You turn back to Bethany, a wicked grin on your face. "What a coincidence," you say, hardly able to believe your luck. "That's where I was stopping next. Would you mind showing me around while I shopped?"

Your brother's girlfriend gives you a long look. She seems to sense you may have an ulterior motive to your request, and her chocolate gaze bores into you but you wait calmly for her answer. Ultimately, she can only shrug--sending her mouthwatering boobies to shaking--and agreeing.

As she sets her tray on the nearby pile, you flesh out the outline of a plan that popped into your head earlier, ginning inwardly as it all falls into place. Then you let her lead the way, drinking in her amazon's body and lush ass without interruption, confident that the world is your oyster and that before end of your trip, Kenny's girlfriend will be begging for your cum.