She didn't do her job

They leave the store and John grabs onto George's arm. "Did I do something wrong, Sir?"

George considers for a moment, turning to appraise his wife. "I think you're misunderstanding your place, here. You're my property. You're an asset. Did you see what I just paid to outfit my asset? Obviously I can afford it, but your job is to make it so that I don't have to."

John chuckles, nervously. "So, like, I should have flirted with the cashier?"

"At least. Your job is to use what skills and talents you have to support me. What is it that you have?"

John pauses, thinking. He knows that he's smart, but so is George. That's not something that would help. What does he have that his father doesn't? "I... have my body? My appearance? I can turn men on."

"That's right," George's face softens into a smile. He puts a hand on Penny's cheek affectionately. "You're my perfect slut. Don't forget the training we've put into sex. Don't forget how proud of you I am about how well you fuck, and you're getting so good at blowjobs. All of these things are mine, and should be used to support me."

Oh my God, really? So he's supposed to... John beams with pride. Sure he's going to have to fuck other, inferior men but it'll be to support his Daddy. He'd love to keep "practicing," all of those skills however, he has a cheat code. As much as he wants his father to keep training him, he's just been reminded of his duty. He *snaps* his fingers. Nothing feels too different, until he thinks about how he'd best get George off. Yeah, it worked, he knows exactly how to move Penny's body, her pussy, her lips, her tongue, her ass to pleasure him. No one in the world has the skills that John does now.

"Want to go train me in the bathroom," he says, stepping closer so that his breasts just brush his father's chest. He puts up one bare, elegant leg until his inner thigh presses against the man's cock. He can feel it twitch.

"That's tempting, slut," George says. "Save some of that for later. If you're good, I'll reward you by letting you take care of me."

With renewed energy, and practically skipping, John follows George to the next store. It appears to be a kink shop. John wonders how this could possibly be in the main room of the mall, where just anyone can pass by. There are toys and BDSM gear along every wall, a display of ball gags right in the front. Still, the models in the advertisements are all technically fully clothed. At least as much as at the Victoria's Secret store.

"Oh, Sir, are you planning to tie me up," he says, flirtatiously.

"If you see anything you like, feel free to get it. I expect you to make that last incident up to me by earning these here, anyway. But no, we're going over there." George points to a section with mostly sexy costumes. Everything there is surprisingly well made. No cheap plastic Halloween store costumes. These are all the real deal. Durable hospital nurses outfits that wouldn't cover an actual nurse's ass, a flight attendant uniform that would look out of place unless there was a pole installed on the plane. But what George seems to be interested in is a French Maid uniform. He pulls out a few examples, glances over to John, and rejects one after another. Finally, he pulls one out to try on.

George gives Penny's ass a loud, affectionate slap while she hurries to the changing room. Okay, it's time to make Daddy proud. He puts on the costume, looking Penny's body in the mirror. He fixes his makeup and makes sure his breasts are seated right, then steps out. He doesn't go up to George, though he makes eye contact and winks. Instead, he goes up to the counter. It's time to earn his place as Daddy's perfect slut.