Done with Hardiamonds, but not done with Laurie

Hardiamonds was a success. You controlled some clothes, you made your new slutty friend happy and rich, and you squeezed some titties. Your dick is rock hard, tenting your pants horribly, but the mall is currently busy with other things. The partially undressed female masses are currently struggling to find new ways to modify their outfits, to outslut the newly panties-less Laurie. She never buttoned up her shorts, and you can see a little trail of fuzz leading down below the parted zipper. You would make love to her right now, in front of everyone. You just met this girl but she's girl you just met, if you knew how, but it's not part of your pervy powers.

"Oh. My. God. Thank you so much John!" She poses with her new choker and earrings. "I'm so glad I met you."

"I'm glad I met you too," you say, holding her face in your hand gently, and sliding your other hand into her shorts to grope her little booty. This time, though, maybe you're not doing it as the Clothing Controller.

As you gently squeeze her butt, she pulls up close to you, and your breaths tickle each others' faces. She smells like some kind of florals, and the **** of cheap perfume. Her lightly glossed lips part slowly, and you both lean in, your boner tent almost impaling her.

When your lips press gently together, twisting and parting in tandem, you are finally not the only one groping. When Laurie puts her hand on your ass you are just plain making out. Hot and heavy by mall standards, too, though its nothing too bold yet given the half-dressed young women all around you.

When Laurie slides your dick out of your fly and starts jerking you off, though, you have definitely crossed a line.

"Holy shit you guys, a penis!" shouts a teenager nearby, and immediately you're surrounded.

"Wait, we're all supposed to dress sluttier than that girl?" More than a few people have similar sentiments to share.

Laurie is pumping your cock rapidly now, pressed against you in every spot possible. Your furious makeout leaves no part of your bodies untouched, and it's deemed terribly scandalous by all around. You can feel the cum in your balls beginning to flow and you wonder if you can really do it, cum in front of all these people, from a hand job. Laurie's other hand finds its way from your chest to her own, and she begins to pull off her halter.

That's when it happens. Security grabs Laurie by the shoulders and rips her away from you and you're standing in the centre of the mall with a hundred people gathered and gaping in wonder at your lonely dick. It's already hard to believe you were so hot and hard that you were ready to cum in public, just moments ago. Your dick softens completely, and a Security guard lays a hand on your shoulders too. You just manage to put it away as the guy drags you off to some mall office. Your fly is still unzipped, and your dignity still wounded.

When you are dumped on the plastic chair in the mall office, it's next to Laurie, who looks upset, but smiles a dirty smile at you anyway. The guards who grabbed you, both men, and immune to your powers, are just waiting for you to say something.

"I'm the Clothing Controller, you know," you tell them.

"That was hot," says the tall one, Tulipsen.

"Yous guys were SMOKIN'!" shouts the shorty, Silverman.

"I mean seriously! Wow! I was sorry we had to break that up!"

"For real, what am I even doing this job for if this is the kind of shit I'm supposed to protect people from."

"Still, we had to do it. It's indecent or something, boss says. Yous can't whip out your dick in the mall, and yous can't do sex stuff in public in general anyway. Sorry."

Laurie smiles at the guards, and stands. "Okay boys, you're saying his dick is a crime, but if I wanna show you my tits, that's fine?" Her fingers move slowly to the bottom of her top she keeps threatening to remove.

"No we're not sayi..."

"Hold on, sort of," Tulipsen cuts his partner off. "If you show us your tits, I promise you won't get in any trouble."

"Are we gonna get in trouble if I don't?"

They hesitate, but finally Silverman says, "no ma'am. Our boss might wanna punish you for indecency and stuff, but we already decided, yous guys are our heroes."

"Yeah, instead, we were wondering," they've somehow unglued their eyes from the sexy little teenager taunting them with her barely covered body and now they're looking at you. "The mall has gotten a little harder to keep secure, with the recent changes. Our boss is not happy."

"Maybe you could talk with her?"

"Yous guys are free to go if you don't wanna."

You're about to stand and take Laurie with you, but you spy the head of security's portrait on the wall of the office and now you're considering the conversation.

"Captain Ophelia Brinks is your boss?"

"Yep."

"That's the one."

They seem glad you asked. Silverman rubs his hands together in anticipation.