Assets...

Jean gasps, nearly collapsing at the sudden rush of images in her mind. She grips the counter for support as her body trembles. Growing more than slightly aroused, her skin is flush as she tries to shake herself out of it. Jean stares at me incredulously, amazed at what she's receiving from your mind. She shivers at the memories that it stirs within her. "W-what are the first things you notice then?” Jean asks, trying to compose herself.

"Oh, you know... important things. The things that actually matter. How hot the girl is, how fine her ass looks, how long her legs are, and how big her breasts are." As I say each portion, Jean sees her own hot perfect ass, her long legs, and her firm full breasts appearing on the surface of my thoughts, each one leaking out vividly as I speak.

Shaking her head, Jean tries to sound stern. "There are more important things about girls than just their looks, dear." She admonishes. Jean blinks repeatedly, trying to clear her mind. The images are so vivid that it's as if she's looking in a mirror.

"Of course. Brains, humor, all that other junk." I look apologetic. "I wasn't trying to sound crass; I was just saying." I reply, smiling almost hungrily at Jean. Although I'm only in my late teens and probably a good five or six years younger than her, I'm several inches taller, with a strong, muscular build. Stepping discretely around the counter, I slowly move closer towards her.

"I-it's alright." Jean says, desperately trying to get her mind under control from the rush of images and memories assaulting it. She doesn’t even notice me as I approach.

"I just hope you'll think of the girls here for more than just our assets." She frowns slightly.

"Well... all I’ve met so far are you and Kitty.” I smile, my hand reaching out for hers on the counter. "But I'll admit that so far, all of your assets seem very agreeable to me.”