Yes...

Stacy was a confident woman, but she had to admit she was dealing with something she couldn't underestimate. The phantom hooker had already usurped most of her autonomy and showed no signs of reaching a limit. She still admitted she needed a good fucking, and Jezebel claimed she could help. She had no reason to believe she couldn't, based on what she'd already seen. In fact, a helping hand might be what breaks her out of the dry spell.

"Ok, Jezebel. I'll head to the mall. What kind of clothes were you thinking of?" Stacy resigned herself to being a specter chauffeur.

"Are a mall's clothes sexy enough to turn a married man's head?" Stacy had a long way to getting used to her own sexed up voice and face responding to her.

"Depends which store, I guess." Stacy shrugged, and she cringed at the extra jiggle she saw in her peripheral.

"Is 'Mall' not the store?" For the first time, the voice sounded confused. "Don't think you can waste time. You'll only anger me."

"You don't know what a car is or a mall?" Stacy was baffled. "How old are you?" She felt herself chuckle knowingly, despite still being unaware.

"A lady never tells. Though it was close to the turn of the century when the unfortunate accident ended my career." Stacy's entire demeanor sunk under the ghost's influence. Which century? And what accident? These memories seemed difficult for the ghost, but she continued. "I am excited to see what the world has to offer now." Her timing couldn't have been better as Stacy pulled into a large parking structure, choosing a space convenient to the elevators to the mall lobby. "Excellent. Let's get us a few accessories to complete our look. Ironically, I'll need to cover more of our gorgeous figure to show it off more." Stacy felt the ghost's numbing control spread again, and her every action now flowed with erotic grace, from slinging her purse over her slender shoulder to the slight waist bend as she closed the car door. She sauntered like a woman with purpose, helpless to prevent the sexualization of her actions.

Stacy entered the bright atrium area of the mall, and Jezebel marveled at the bustling shopping center. "How ingenious! This would have made my life much easier. So many stores, so many potential clients." Stacy felt her eyes pulled left and right, acting out the ghost's feelings of indecisiveness. Their gaze locked on a map of the mall, and she quickly stepped closer.