Shows off for Andrew

"Milan, were we...hovering?" Andrew asked, avoiding her question.

"So you do want to start where we left off," She smiled. With a mental command charging through the invisible mist of Manacite permeating the room, a warmth stirred between Milan's legs as Andrew stuttered over syllables again, feeling his body becoming lighter as Milan stayed in her chair.

"Wha-what am I..."

"Infatuation is like walking on air, Andrew," Milan said. "Don't you feel it?" His dress shoes scuffed against the thin commercial carpeting as he lifted into the air, this time by himself. He looked down at his feet, no longer connecting with the ground, and he kicked them--extending his toes and trying to meet the floor again.

It was no use. Before long, Milan had him a foot and a half above the carpet, drifting slowly toward her as he felt his blazer pulling off.

"I don't know if I've even seen you without a suit coat on, Andrew...even in the peak of summer," Milan said, licking her lips. His suit coat came off and drifted toward the hanging rack that was empty, save for Milan's coat. The shape of the black jacket remained that of his torso, and he watched in wonder as Milan's vinyl jacket stirred again. His filled-out jacket shouldered itself over a hanger, facing Milan's vinyl coat.

His eyes narrowed as he watched his blazer's sleeves explore the shiny black material of Milan's jacket, which seemed to puff with life at his jacket's touch. The vinyl swelled up with a facsimile of Milan's shape, and now her own black vinyl sleeves were running over the chest of Andrew's blazer.

"Milan, did you--whoa!" When Andrew turned his gaze forward again, Milan had already hovered out of her chair and toward him.

"I wish I could show you what's going on back at my apartment building," Milan said, looking him up and down as she wrapped her arms around him. She was breathing heavily now, and Andrew felt like he was being looked at like prey. Not that certain parts of him minded.

"Wh-what's going on at your apartment building?" He asked, looking into her eyes. She smiled, looking down at his collar. When he felt movement at his shirt, he looked down to see his top button flex and undo itself. He laughed a little.

"Interesting things," Milan said. "Very...sensual things...that my newfound superpowers allow me some awareness of, even while I'm floating here with you." Andrew took a deep breath, looking at the ground below them. His cock was standing up in his pants now, and part of him was still ready to wake up any second.

To most of his friends, he was just "an executive chauffeur". He didn't make a habit of telling anyone that Milan Moretti was his exclusive client. A big mouth was an easy way to lose a client, especially one as high-profile as Milan.

He was always friendly with her, but he'd heard enough from the veteran chauffeurs to know that being friendly but detached was the best way to maintain your relationship with the highest-paying clients. That detachment, for all it was worth, led him here.

If he wasn't ever going to wake up from this — if this was all really happening — it meant Milan really liked him. It meant she trusted him in a way that she didn't trust anyone else in her life…if everything she was saying was true.

"Are you still with me, Andrew?" Milan asked, holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger. He nodded.

"Can you read my mind?" He asked. Milan giggled and shook her head. Her gaze was killing him. Those hazel-brown eyes staring into his soul, toying with him using abilities he could barely believe, let alone understand.

"There might be a way…but if there is, I haven't found it yet." She decided to give him a little more detail. "Let's say there's…a field of awareness I have," she said. "It's physically limited by a kind of material — something in the space around me. Wherever that material is, I just kind of know what's going on — and within that field, I can control things directly, or I can kind of...just set them in motion."

She noticed Andrew looking over toward their jackets, still hanging up on the rack and happily sliding their sleeves over each other.

"Yeah, kind of like I did with them," Milan giggled. Andrew blinked at her.

"Them?" He asked. Milan nodded, her crimson lips curling into a wide smile as she went on to explain.

"It's bizarre…but it's also really interesting," she said, "when I set things in motion, they kind of have a personality...a way they want to go about things." The two of them turned in the air as she continued explaining. "Like back at my apartment, my things — they were kind of like little assistants. There was like a loyalty about them, or something. It's hard to explain it."

"So…if you can control things," Andrew asked, "and I'm in the field of things you can control — how do I know you're not just controlling me?" He smiled.

"Well, I do kind of have you hovering a couple feet off the ground," Milan said, hugging him against her. "But like I said earlier, I don't really think there's a way to have that same effect on your mind." She started giggling again. "Or if I want to," she said, "your reactions are pretty priceless if I'm being completely honest."

"So what's going on back at your apartment?" Andrew asked. Milan gave him a Cheshire cat grin.

"For now, let's just say there's a couple people having a really really good time," she said. "I can demonstrate something similar here if you'd like," she raised her eyebrows, looking over the clothing rack. "Why don't you tell me what you like most on that rack, and I'll go check to see where my boots are," Milan said.

Her influence had already spread through the room, and she was getting antsy to show off. She didn't want to tell Andrew, but the ulterior motive of her leaving the room was to release yet another vial of Manacite into the retail area to see exactly what she could do.

She released Andrew, and he drifted over toward the rack of clothing as she landed back on the ground, dusting off her sweater dress and getting ready to leave the room. Before long, Andrew's feet met the ground again, and he looked through the expensive designer clothing brought to Milan to try out.

"Well?" Milan asked.

"I mean, everything is really nice — but..."

"But...?" Milan smirked.

"This kind of slinky white translucent top and the dark brown leather pants are kind of bad ass," Andrew said.

"Leatherette," Milan said. "Something artificial — too shiny to be leather." Andrew sort of shrugged.

"Either way, pretty nice," he said. Milan did a little pout and nodded in agreement.

"Good!" Milan waved her hand at the door, which opened on its own. "So, you get to know each other, and I will be back with plenty of boots." Before Andrew could respond, she was out of the room, and the door closed. Andrew sneered, shaking his head.

She wasn't gone for a second before he was distracted by the motion from the other rack. Their two coats were still exploring each other, but the action was a little bit more...friendly.

"I can't believe I'm seeing," Andrew said aloud. He stepped softly toward the other rack until he got a good look at what his blazer sleeves were doing. "Milan, is that you, or did…" He trailed off, thinking about what she said about certain objects having their own personalities. "That's, um, that's – a little inappropriate, isn't it, guys?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. It was one of the strangest things he'd ever witnessed, and that included the things he already seen Milan do today.

His blazer sleeves were poised over the chest of Milan's coat, and the shiny black orbs emulating Milan's tits beneath the vinyl seemed to be manipulated by invisible hands at the ends of his empty blazer sleeves. On the part of the vinyl coat, a shiny black sleeve reached underneath the front of the blazer, right in the center. The sleeve was slowly moving in and out.

"I mean… I know there's nothing there, but that's, like, just plain lewd," Andrew laughed to himself. "You had to have set that up to see how I'd react to it," he continued, referring to Milan as if she was still in the room with him. She said she retained some kind of awareness of the spaces she could control, so he assumed this meant she could hear him somehow…even if she couldn't talk back to him at the moment.

Finally getting curious about what was actually inside of this animated clothing, Andrew reached up to the back of his jacket's collar, still suspended from the hanger in the otherwise empty rack. He grabbed it, pulling back on it to see what would happen if he took it off the hanger. No sooner than he started messing with it, the other black vinyl sleeve from Milan's coat reached up and swatted at his hand.

"Hey, sorry!" He said, pulling his hand away as the vinyl sleeve placed itself against the breast of his empty blazer. Clearly the 'couple' didn't want to be disturbed. Hearing clicking and shuffling behind him, Andrew turned to see exactly what Milan meant by 'get to know each other'.

The two items he'd mentioned to Milan were now rising off the rack, the pants slipping out of their clips as the shirt sloughed off its hanger. They paired up together, the shirt hovering over the pants. They were both hanging flat, as if suspended by invisible clothespins. Andrew and the items approached each other, stopping about an arm's length away.

"I mean, I don't really know anything about fashion, but they would make a pretty good pairing, right?" The translucent white sleeves moved to the hips of the shining pants, and the flat outfit seemed to strike a pose in front of him. Andrew smiled, reaching out to run his hand along the side of the shirt. Just before he made contact, the layers of fabric began gaining their own depth--filling with air before his eyes. It started at the trunk of the shirt and waist of the pants, spreading outward as he cautiously pulled his hand back.

Unlike the jacket, it didn't swat at him, though. The sleeves pointed skyward, as if the shirt itself was stretching out. Shoulders, arms, and breasts all began to swell and articulate under the thin material, and Andrew stared in awe at the shirt, which sported visibly-protruding nipples at the front of its perking chest.

A creak from the expanding leatherette legs pulled his gaze downward. The crotch and legs of the jeans were pulling taut, elucidating the glossy highlight of the room's reflections in its surfaces. A white sleeve gently reached out toward Andrew's retracted hand, and he met it halfway, running his fingers along the sheer cuff of the billowing shirt.

He explored inside the sleeve, which didn't seem to mind his curiosity. He ran his fingers deeper inside the cuff, daring to push through into the sleeve and feel the inside.

The sleeves were loose-fitting, which seemed to be the design of the garment, but in shifting the fabric around, he noticed there was an immutable outline that the sheer fabric wouldn't cross, even when he pulled on it. Even though his hand was clearly occupying the same space where an invisible arm should be, it was like the outline of an arm was pushing against the inside of the sleeve.

"That's incredible," Andrew said. "How does she do that?" He pushed deeper into the sleeve when its opposite rose up to meet his elbow. He gasped when he felt something cuff around his forearm, looking up at his shirt to see it held fast against his skin in the shape of fingers, joining at a small palm. He responded by trying to grasp this invisible hand with his other hand, only to pass right through the space and touch the fabric of his own shirtsleeve.

It could touch him, but he couldn't touch it. It was remarkable. He got a gentle tug from the small, selectively-tangible hand gripping his arm, and he took the message, pulling his hand back out of the white sleeve again. When he did, the hand didn't let him go. Instead, the inversions against his shirt moved higher, up his elbow and against his bicep, stroking it gently before giving it a light squeeze.

"Mm..." Andrew let out, smiling as he let the shirt explore his. The white sleeve he'd retreated from joined its partner in its exploration, and once they shifted, an invisible hand ran along each of his biceps, heading up to his shoulders. Andrew was content to watch the succinct shapes shift in the front of the slinky shirt as its emulated arms explored his musculature.

As one of the hands rubbed his shoulder, the other sleeve broke from him, sliding back down to his hand and taking hold of it. He simply watched, feeling the sensation of his hand being held by invisible ****. When he tried to squeeze back, there was nothing there; nevertheless, his hand was pulled down toward the thigh of the pants. Soft fingers moved against his own as his hand was placed--and then pressed--along the side of the smooth, brown imitation leather.

Andrew got the message, exploring one of the shapely legs. He lifted his unoccupied hand to the other thigh to do the same--sliding them up the hips as the white sleeves explored his chest. The shape of the outfit seemed to match pretty closely with Milan's own, sporting shapely breasts, an understated waist, pronounced hips, and beautiful front curves in the thighs.

His cock was pulsing against his pants as the phantom form explored and massaged his body. Milan had already set him into motion, but now, the fact that he was alone with nothing more than a couple of animated outfits--the one in front of him sporting the shape of gorgeous, braless tits--obviously wasn't lost on his more base male drives.

As the sleeves trailed toward the middle of his shirt, he watched his next button flex a little and pop open, then the next.

"Hey...what if someone comes back with the boots?" Andrew asked the outfit. It didn't show any signs of stopping, and when he realized he wasn't dealing with something that exhibited any signs of being shy, he pulled a little closer to the outfit, reaching around the back of the leatherette pants and rubbing his hands over the tight, rounded ass.

He could look down inside the shirt now, seeing straight down into the hollow pants. With his shirt unbuttoned, the white sleeves went back to his bare chest now, and he happily kneaded the smooth, shining pockets of the rear as invisible fingers teased against his chest.

It occurred to him that something like this was happening back at Milan's apartment building. That's what she said, at least. Did that mean her own clothes were having fun, like the two coats over on the empty rack...? Or did that mean that Milan had set someone like him up at her apartment exploring her own empty wardrobe?

"Ungh!" Andrew exclaimed, feeling soft fingers clamp both his nipples, tweaking them. He grabbed the ass harder in response, pulling the pants toward him until their hollow hips met his own. To his surprise, the ghostly outfit leapt off the ground, coiling its leatherette legs around his own while its hips shifted against his.

It seemed to weigh something, but Andrew really didn't understand where the mass came from. The pull was more than he'd expect from an empty set of clothes, but much less than he would expect from an invisible woman.

The shiny plasticine legs tightened their coils once more, and Andrew kneaded the hollow ass of the pants with abandon now. With his cock at full attention, he was completely comfortable with the prospect of Milan witnessing his misdeeds. Not to mention the fact that if somebody walked in on him, they would be far more confused than he would be embarrassed.

He felt his pants loosen, and only after he heard the zipper working on its track did he realize the **** in the room was pulling his pants off without necessitating any space between the leatherette pants and his own.

Milan had sent plenty of Manacite in front of her, spreading the cloud of her influence down hallways and around corners. She saw the rack of boots on the way to her fitting suite, and decided to play with the staffer delivering them. As they pushed the rack toward the elevator banks, Milan telekinetically hit the button ahead of time to call for an elevator car. She obviously wanted to time this so that she wouldn't be seen by the staffer.

That wouldn't be a problem, because by the time she was done, she guessed they would be too panicked to follow.

First, the wheels on the cart locked up, and the staffer grunted, swearing to himself as he threw his weight against the rack and tried again. This time, the rack sped away from him, landing him on the ground as it rolled to the end of the straight section of hallway and halted unnaturally. Around the corner, Milan grinned as she set the rest of her plan into motion.

"Oh, what the hell…" The staffer grumbled, getting himself back up and marching toward the cart. When he was about an arm's length away from it, it suddenly rolled backward toward him, making him jump back. "What the fuck!?" He shouted, looking at the cart as if it were a wild animal. He blinked a couple of times, as if he was trying to reconcile what he witnessed with some reasonable explanation. When enough time had passed to convince him that he was just seeing things, he approached the cart again.

A pair of black, knee-high boots leapt from the bottom shelf of the cart, one of them stomping on the staffer's left toe before he had a chance to react to the animated footwear. The stomp wasn't hard enough to hurt him in any way, but it still had the effect that Milan intended.

"H-holy shit!" The staffer shouted, taking two quick steps back from the cart and sliding against a wall in the hallway, continuing to move away as one of the boots tapped its toe against the ground. "That's – that's impossible…" The staffer muttered, watching as the pair of boots swung itself around to face the cart again. He watched as the black boots paced forward, the cart moving in front of them as if under its own power. Together, the cart and the boots navigated themselves around the corner.

Now, Milan led the way around the turn of the corridor as she headed back to the elevator banks. An open door waited for them. The staffer built up enough courage to follow down the hallway, but before he could reach the turn, Milan's awareness meant that she could anticipate this sudden curiosity. All it took was for the boots to leap back around the corner for the staffer to scream aloud and turn the other way, this time running down the hall in the opposite direction.

"And that's that," Milan said. "Let's go, ladies – our VIP is waiting for us." The cart full of boots rolled itself into the elevator car with Milan, and the shiny black knee boots followed right behind.

When the door to the fitting suite opened, Andrew had absolutely no hope of explaining his situation. By now, the outfit he was flirting with was literally riding him against a wall. He was suspended halfway up it, his slacks around his ankles as the leatherette pants pistoned against him. The outline of his cock was visible under his briefs, which was resting right between the junction of the shiny legs. One of his arms was still around the backside of the pants, while his other hand was now exploring the exquisite detail of the emulated breast behind the thin white material. The rack of boots rolled in first, and he expected to see a very surprised person pushing the other side of it.

Instead, an empty pair of glossy black knee boots strutted behind the cart, followed by Milan herself. Her eyes went wide, and she bit her lower lip as she took in Andrew's reaction.

"They started it," Andrew said, feeling his face flush.

"My goodness, when I said you two should get to know each other — I didn't expect it to go so swimmingly!" Milan stepped inside the room, and the door shut behind her — this time, locking itself.

"You seem, um — surprised. I thought you had an awareness of wherever this stuff worked," Andrew said. Milan didn't respond immediately. For the moment, her expression seemed frozen between delight and surprise.

"I could've checked on you if I wanted to," she said, "but it's not as if I have everything in my head all at once. I kinda wanted to be surprised as far as where you would go with the situation…and you certainly didn't disappoint."

"Well, uh, it looks like you got your boots," Andrew said, taking his hand off of the ghostly breast in the blouse he was groping. Milan nodded.

"I sure did," she hovered into the air, drifting toward him. "You're not getting self-conscious, are you?" She giggled. "I was about to ask if you two wanted more company, or if you'd prefer I let her have her way with you."