To see what Milan can really do

"So...before I answer, you said that--you said things were still going on back in your apartment building, right?" Milan nodded, smiling as she closed her eyes.

"Uh huh. So right now..." Milan pictured her building, bringing her focus back to the concentrations of Manacite there. "My clothing seems to be...at my laptop? Probably getting into trouble...and parts of my wardrobe are currently modeling themselves in front of a full-length mirror." Milan realized she'd asked her apartment to clean and reorganize itself despite the fact that her help was scheduled to come. She made a mental note to everything to behave if anyone should show up.

"And there's a couple a few floors down from me. I kind of...eavesdropped a little, using my power, and apparently the guy was cheating on her." Andrew kind of frowned, and Milan shrugged. "So she found out, and that would have probably been the most disruptive thing to happen to them today, except..."

"Except?" Andrew asked, still suspended against the wall. His open dress shirt exposed a tight white v-neck and his pants were still dangling around his ankles. The outfit he selected for Milan never stopped its affections when she entered.

"Except I augmented the situation, and made it a little more interesting. The guy and the girl he was cheating with? I made it so their things would embarrass them a little." Milan focused again.

She was watching Jan in the apartment. Jan just looked on in wonder as both Sam and the unnamed woman were being toyed with by her own wardrobe. Toyed with, in this case, apparently meant tickle ****, because Sam and the girl were both hovering in mid-air: Sam entirely in the buff and the girl in her underwear as Jan's clothes and various belongings, as well as some household items, played against some of their most sensitive parts.

"Anything like what you're doing here?" Andrew asked. "Like with the clothing hovering around by themselves like there's a person in them?"

"Oh yes, every bit as active and attentive...maybe a little more so. And in their case, it's not just clothing," Milan answered.

"Well, how do people react to seeing things like this?" Andrew asked. "I mean, do they know it's you doing it?" Milan shook her head at him. "Wow..." Andrew chuckled. "I at least had a little bit of warning." He looked back at the rack where his blazer and Milan's coat seemed to be getting along just fine. "To them, it must seem like ghosts or poltergeists or something?"

"Certainly most people aren't really sure what to do when they see it," Milan said, giggling. "Honestly, I thought I'd gotten bored with leaving people speechless...but this is a lot more fun than having people stutter in front of me in disbelief."

"Like I was a few minutes ago?" Andrew asked. Milan shook her head, making a come-hither motion to Andrew. He looked down as he and the outfit hovered away from the wall and toward her. She smiled, looking down at Andrew's hands around the leatherette ass.

"No, with you it was actually very sweet," she said. "You're used to me...it's my new abilities that you're reacting to." She pursed her lips a little and made the pants flex their rear and their thighs. When Andrew felt the pants tighten around him, he suddenly became extremely aware that she'd see his erection if she suddenly pulled the pants away. "You like the shape of those clothes?"

"Um, heh..." Now he was feeling self-conscious, because he suddenly moved his hands up to the lower back of the slinky blouse. "Well, they're, um...pretty provocative, yeah."

"They should be," Milan smirked, "That's my shape you're holding." Andrew's hands went a little more clammy, and now he slid them up to the blouse's shoulders. It's loose sleeves responded by sliding around his back. He choked a little as he felt the waistband of his briefs stretch behind his back side.

"So you never answered me," Milan said. Andrew responded with a nervous laugh. She'd explained that when she activated things, they sort of took on a mind of their own...but now that this blouse was starting to play with his ass, he wasn't sure whose impulses were whose. And where would a new blouse off the rack get its own impulses from?

"I, uh..." Andrew bit his lip, looking down at the empty shape of Milan in front of him before turning back to the real thing. "At the risk of being totally speechless or sacrificing whatever professional veil that we have left between us--" Milan looked annoyed, cutting him off.

"Oh, Andrew, if that's the issue, we can professionally part ways so I can personally have you any way I want you," She said. "Or, if you prefer...you can quit your chauffeur post and be my personal twenty-four hour bodyguard." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Ooh..." He melted a little as he felt ghostly hands grab onto both his cheeks, pulling his hips tighter against the leatherette pants. "So I'm really the only one who knows you can do these things?" Andrew asked.

"Uh-huh," Milan said. "All my other secrets have been safe with you, so I couldn't wait to show you this one."

"I'm...really glad you did," He smiled, feeling his bare ass kneaded by hands that weren't there. "This isn't just the blouse, is it?" Milan shook her head.

"I can start them off and leave them to their own devices, like I explained… Or I can take control again, any time I want." Andrew panted at the word control. His own briefs tightened against him, the soft fabric in his pouch gently clenching around his cock.

"And h-how much can you move around at once? If the things going on at your apartment and these...these things are all happening at once..." Andrew puffed out the words a few at a time as Milan played with him.

"I haven't found my limits yet," She admitted. "Maybe we can experiment a little...see if we can find them." The back of Andrew's underwear began peeling off him.

"That sounds like that...could be...pretty interesting," He grinned. "And I wonder if you get distracted...when you're physically involved," he added. Milan laughed.

"Oh, I've played around with this power while I was very, very involved with myself," Milan said, beginning to hover into the air in front of him and and the outfit. "If anything, it flexes my control over this **** even more, though my...natural inhibitions and faculties of critical thinking might suffer a little." He watched her recline in the air, as if keeping the 150-or-so kilos between them floating against the **** of gravity was no more effort than inciting a daydream.

She wanted him...personally. And he was ready to give himself, in her words, any way she wanted him. He decided it was time to let his libido speak.

"Let's see what you can do."