They head for work

As the two entered the office, Andrew couldn't help but tell a janitor to drink out of the toilet. "I need to get this out of my system." He said.

He was about to say something to Kate, but Mark came up from behind him and said, "Hey Andrew, Rachel needs to talk with you in her office, and she looked peeved, so, yeah, be careful."

Andrew took a step back and groaned. "Fine, I'll be there, but you and Kate need to have sex in that closet over there." He said, pointing to a nearby closet.

Kate looked to Mark and asked, "Are you're up for it?"

Mark laughed as he said, "Not if I want to lose my job, marriage, and dignity in one day."

Mark walked past an offended Kate who said, "Woah, what do you mean dignity? Do you have something against me?" She turned to Andrew and said, "Aren't going to do something?" But Andrew shrugged and left.

Just as Mark kept on walking away from Kate, Andrew started walking towards to Rachel and tried to make sense of his powers. It seems that he can command other people to do something, but he had to ease them in before doing the **** stuff.

He got to her office and let himself in. "Hello, you called for me?" Andrew asked.

Rachel nodded her head. "Please, have a seat." She said.

Andrew took his seat and couldn't help but notice that he felt like a student being called for detention. "Before I start, could you put your feet on your table?" He asked, knowing full well that if he were caught, he would be adding more to his troubles.

Rachel nodded her head to the idea and pushed her seat back to make space for her legs. "That sounds like a good idea," she said. Andrew saw as Rachel raised her legs, showing her nylon stockings. But was surprised him more was for Rachel to interpret feet literally as she placed her feet barefoot for Andrew to admire. The whole look made her look chilled and unprofessional. "I could get used to this," she said.

"I'm sorry, but know that you have your feet up on your table, it throws the rest of your outfit out of whack." He said.

Rachel raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh?"

"Yes," Andrew said. "The lower half of your body is at war with the top half. I think your top half should match with the lower half."

Rachel examined herself and started to agree with Andrew. "I didn't take you for someone who knows how to dress." She said.

Her words bruised his ego, but Andrew decided to keep the nice act going. "Thank you, my first step would be to see how the lower half looks on its own." He said.

"On its own... ok, I think I get it." She got up and stood behind her desk, starting to take her top clothes off.

"You don't mind undressing in front of me?" He asked.

"Oh, I do mind, but this is a small price to pay top look professional." She said. She already took her suit and blouse off and moved to her bra. He saw as she unclipped her bra, her modest breasts dropped a bit due to the lack of support. "Now what?"