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AT THE MALL
Michelle smiled as she sipped her coffee. She was surrounded by shopping bags filled with lingerie, dresses, shoes, and makeup from the most expensive stores in the large trendy outdoor shopping mall, her hair and nails were both perfectly done at the best spa in town, and she was soaking in the lustful looks she was getting from every male that crossed her path. Her new pet Chuck had kept a large stash of cash for emergencies and had a Credit Card with a $25000 limit and he had handed both over to her without a single question. He had texted her saying the lease for her new Mustang was almost done and it would be waiting for her at Deborah's house.
"Mmmm, such a good little boy. He will be fun tonight when I get home. But just one pet isn't nearly enough. I need more pets." Michelle thought to herself as she looked around the outdoor coffee shop seating area. She smiled more as her fingers touched the thick gold chain necklace with a gold wedding band hanging on it. Her pet's wedding ring, now hers, an offering to his new owner.
Michelle pursed her lips and thought a bit more. "I haven't seen anyone who really works for me. But I turned Chad into Chuck with just some milk and turned Chuck into my slave with a blowjob. While a great blowjob will get you a lot from a man, these pills of Deborah's must have caused some real changes to my body. And it's been pretty obvious today."
Michelle giggled a bit at what had happened. She had texted in sick for the rest of the week. Since she normally was never sick she had tons of sick days (she usually cashed them in when she got to many), so despite some hints that she should come in from some of the upper management, she had blown them off. She had then headed out to the mall to shop. She had quickly noticed that everywhere she went after a few moments whomever she was with began to get very spacy and suggestible. No one had questioned her on using the credit card at all after some small talk, especially if she was able to touch them. She swore that the woman who did her hair had gone to the bathroom to finger herself after working with her for an hour. She had been sweating and almost panting towards the end and when she was put under the hairdryer, she had run off to the bathroom. When she came out, she was flushed and breathing heavily but seemed relieved. She had run her credit card without any hesitation and had given Michelle her card with a private number and the insistence that she call her whenever she needed ANY grooming done.
Michelle rubbed her thighs together. Just thinking about it turned her on and her pussy would lube instantly when she got turned on.
"I'd better be careful. My scent will likely get me TOO much attention if I get too turned on. But damn, I want some action NOW." Michelle muttered.
Michelle thought about texting Chuck to call an early day, but then noticed two police officers sit down at a couple tables over. Michelle cocked an eyebrow and smiled.
"Hmmmm, I think I'm hungry for some pork..."
Michelle was wearing expensive sunglasses, so she eyeballed the two cops without being too obvious. They were both pretty well built, each was at least six-foot-tall, in great shape. One was brown haired and built like a weightlifter. The other was a redhead, kind of pale, and had a runner's build. Michelle tapped her lips and nodded.
"Those two will do nicely. Now how to do this? Oh, duh, coffee."
Michelle stood up and swayed over to the counter, noting that the police officers watched her head over. She asked the barista if she knew what coffees the two officers drank, and it turns out they were regulars and the barista knew. She ordered a tall coffee for them each and then headed into the bathroom. No one was in and she popped the tops off and pulled out her tits. The second she pulled out her tits, Michelle started to lactate.
"It's like I have almost complete control of my body's functions, at least some of them. I think of sex and I get instantly lubed and ready to go. I think of making some new pets and my titties start making milk. I really ought to dig into this more when I get the chance."
Michelle pulled on her nipples and gave each cup a long shot of her milk. She pulled up her dress again (a bit of challenge given her build) and stirred the cups. She then took a napkin and wrote her cell number on it twice, ripped it in two, and then carefully pushed it up against each cup. She then headed back out. The two cops had apparently finished and were tossing their cups away when Michelle walked up to them.
"Officers, I just wanted to show my appreciation for the job you do every day. Here is a cup of coffee on me, please enjoy."
"Oh, thank you ma'am, but we are just doing our jobs. We couldn't possibly accept this." The bodybuilder said.
Michelle smiled and pushed the coffee into his hand while making sure he also got the piece of napkin with her number on it. Her fingers touched his and his breath caught. Michelle did the same to the other cop and noted his breath caught too. "Oh no, I INSIST. Please, enjoy."
Both officers' eyes were a bit glazed and after a moment they both nodded. "Yes, thank you miss."
"Miss Rose, if you please."
"Of course, thank you Miss Rose." the brown haired one said.
"Oh no, thank you. But if you feel the need to really thank me, check out the napkins."
Michelle smiled and swayed past them to her seat. She gathered up her bags and then swayed past the two cops who had been just staring at her.
Michelle made it to her car and dumped everything into the back seat. She sighed at Accord and muttered "My pet better hurry up with that convertible. This is so beneath me."
Michelle got in the car and drove off. She kept glancing at her phone, waiting for it to ring. She was getting annoyed that it wasn't and by the time she was pulling into her driveway she was really mad.
