Dress for success!

You tell Gillian and Ling to dress themselves and straighten themselves up. You realize that, while they're both incredibly hot, they look like, well, a college professor and a graduate student. Gillian suggested that she buy you new clothes, but if these two are going to be the beginning of your harem they should dress sexier themselves. Off to the mall you go!

Gillian insists that she buy you a nice suit first, though she begs pardon for overstepping her role as your devotee. She just really wants to do something nice for you, after you were so nice as to let her suck your dick. Soon you are decked out in a black silk shirt, a white tie and pants, a fedora and a pair of shoes that cost more than a year's worth of text books. You look like a pimp, but you kind of like that. In fact, that just might be a profitable line of work for a person with your powers.

Gillian and Ling Ooo and Aw over how good you look. The sales girl, Kristie, a mousy little thing with light brown hair, doesn't seem nearly as impressed. She's trying to hide it, but it's obvious from her tight, **** smile that she's disgusted by how your girls are fawning over you. On a whim, you decide to change her attitude.

"I'm not so sure about how the pants fit in the crotch region," you tell the sales girl. "You should kneel down and check for me."

Her **** smile flees.

"EX-CUSE ME?" she asks.

"Kneel down in front of me, Kristie," you repeat. "Kneel down and check how well the pants fit me in the crotch."

"I...I can't do tha.." she says, stepping forward, wobbling about as her knees start to buckle.

"Kneel down, Kriste!" you say again. "It's your job. Kneel down and check the fit of my crotch."

She crumples, trembling, looking around to make sure no one is watching, then inches forward on her knees and stares at your crotch.

"It's fine. It fits fine." she says.

"No, Kristie," you say. "That's not how you do pants. You have to touch it. You have to rub my crotch and feel my cock and balls. You have to make sure the pants will still fit when my cock gets hard!"

She puts up a trembling hand and starts clumsily fondling your package. She looks like she's about to cry.

"Calm down, Kristie!" you say. "Everything is all right. You like this! You love this part of your job! And you find me very attractive, so you like checking me out even more!"

She smiles, and it's like a sunrise. She vigorously continues to rub your crotch and try to make you hard. When she smiles like that, she isn't half bad looking.