The scientific theory

So I had a few days off, and I knew it was important to understand what was going on with me, and now my wife, who I had apparently transformed into the head of my harem, giving her the voice of persuasion and a very strong drive to see me take on at least seven other women. So I tried to test things one at a time so that my data wouldn't be influenced by other factors.

So I decided that I wanted to try out my voice of persuasion to see what exactly I could influence. I told my wife I had to go to the hardware store and headed out to the one not down the street from us but one that was in the next town over. There was a very attractive woman who worked there, and just in case this became a more hands-on experience than I was expecting,

I made it to the store and found the woman I was looking for. Rita was middle-aged, but you could tell she was a real looker in her prime, and she is still a looker now, just with more mature features. She had a deep tan that spoke of her working outside, which is probably part of how she keeps herself in good shape. Honestly, she could probably do twice the work I could do outside and not break a sweat.

So I acted like I was looking for something, looking high and low in the same aisle for something. After a minute or so, Rita came over and said, "Can I help you, sir?". "I am looking for some L brackets that could be used to help me put together some raised garden beds, but I can't seem to find them." I said.

"Sure, I can help you find those, sir." She said it politely. She took me to the back aisle, where there was more privacy, which is exactly the reason I chose those brackets. I knew this store didn't give any discounts; it was sort of their thing. They prided themselves on their good pricing, so they didn't need discounts. So this is where my test was to take place.

"Well, I am going to need about 20 of these.....Rita" I said, leaning over to look at her name tag (even though I already knew who she was). "Is there any chance I can get a volume discount?" I said, while looking deeply into her eyes, the way I had with my wife yesterday. "Well, .. um, I'm sorry, sir. We don't do discounts of any type for this store...I am really sorry, but I can tell you they are cheaper here than anywhere else."

Hmm, so this isn't a blanket power over the other sex. I figured this might be the case. So I moved on to the next part of my experiment. "Oh, I didn't know that, Rita!" I said, still looking her deep in the eyes, "Well, maybe I could be compensated some other way....maybe you could go to lunch with me?" I said.

Then I saw it—a glassing of her eyes, as if she were looking through me. "I will go to lunch with you," she said with less emotion than normal after she blinked, her awareness coming back into her eyes. "I get an hour lunch at noon," she said, smiling. "We can go across the street to Emilio's; they have great lunch; my treat since I couldn't offer you a discount." I raised an eyebrow, wondering if that was the voice of persuasion or her own idea that she would pay. "Sounds great. I'll meet you in front of the store at noon," I said, grabbing my brackets and heading to the checkout. I looked back and could see Rita following my ass as I walked away, biting her lower lip, oblivious to the fact that I had caught her looking.

Sure enough, I pulled back into the store at 11:59, right as Rita was coming out. She waved and smiled, then put her hands behind her back like a little school girl, emphasizing her generous chest. I got out and walked up to her. "Are you ready to go? I said. "You betcha!" she replied, grabbing my arm as we started to make our way across the street. Her bosom squished against my arm. I could feel the firmness of her breasts but also the squish that comes with her age. It certainly turned me on.

By the time we had gotten a table and had sat down, I noticed that Rita's breathing was a little unusual and her face was red. She also seemed to be squirming a bit in her seat. We ordered drinks and looked at the menu. I asked Rita if there was anything she recommended. "Oh, everything is good!" She said, "I particularly like their oyster appetizers," she said shyly, her face flushing red. The blush moved down to her chest. In the end, I ended up with a plate of lasagna, and she had a chicken salad with the fried oysters as the appetizers. The lunch conversation went well, and I learned more about Rita's life, which was much less complicated than my own. She was basically retired, except for working at the hardware store. She took care of a small farm and a few animals, but was mostly bored with her life now that she wasn't working as much. Towards the end of our meal, I mentioned how nice it was for her to offer to pay, but I wasn't raised like that and paid for the meal and drinks. As we started to walk out, I could tell she was nervous about something...

"I really like your car," she said. "You have limo tint on your windows, don't you?" Surprised that this is the direction the conversation turned in, I said, "Yeah, I got it done recently. The summer heat can get brutal, and the cops don't seem to enforce things very much." I said... "I bet it has a nice sound system, doesn't it?" She said this as she was looking over at me anxiously. "Yeah, actually, it does. Did you want to listen to some music? We have about 20 minutes before you have to get back to work." Her smile got very big, and she latched tighter onto my arm. "Definitely!" she said.