It seems the supernatural being or deity or whatever she was is more powerful but also more subtle than I thought. Being able to write new Rules for any new place I go is amazing and way more complex than I thought. Not only did the rules let me basically titfuck five gorgeous young teenage women but the same Rules I wrote that made me a Personal Shopping Assistant extends to my own shopping.
Just like with the teens I helped, I home in on the exact new trail shoes I know will fit me well. Luckily they are some of the ones out on the open shelves and on sale. A quick check confirms they fit perfectly. This is a far more mundane and boring use of the power but it'll be nice. Not as nice as playing with sexy women though.
With all of that in mind I figure some new clothes might be nice. Maybe some shorts that are more comfortable with my now permanent semi-hard to fully hard erection. My current shorts are fine but now I know I could get something a lot better. A quick walk through the men's section and I grab a couple pairs of shorts I know should fit well.
I know I probably don't need to but I head to the fitting rooms anyways. I doubt I'd be able to strip and try them on out in the open like I had the teens do repeatedly. It's a short walk anyways and there's a fairly attractive woman about my age folding clothes and monitoring the fitting rooms.
She has black slacks and a green store branded polo shirt. She's an athletically slender blonde with her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Judging by the shape of her chest she probably has some kind if basic athletic bra designed to hold her in place but not show off. My magically trained eye guesses she's somewhere around a C or D cup. Her name tag tells me her name is Ashley.
"Just these two." I say holding up the shorts.
"Pick any stall that's open." She says while still folding. She looks and sounds like she's overworked.
Nodding as I walk by I stop in my tracks. There's a glowing white box on the wall. I grab the clipboard out of it to see what it says besides "Karl's Rules" in big letters. The top sheet says the location is the fitting rooms. Grabbing the marker I write the first thing that comes into my head.
Rule 1: Personal Shopping Assistants can fuck customers they are assisting.
My brain locks up for a second or two at the missed opportunity. I could have had all five sexy teenagers back her for some wild orgy. I don't regret what I did, that was amazing, but I wonder what could have been. Wait! The pair of teens might still be out there. The line for the registers was kind of long.
"I'll be back. I have to go take care or somthing." I tell Ashley as I rush back out of the fitting rooms. I move about as fast as I can without causing a scene. Luckily for me I spot the ponytail of red hair and short soft spikes of black hair leaving the registers. They just finished up their purchases and are about to leave the store.
"Excuse me," I catch them right before they leave. I know that once they're out of the store the Rules for here won't apply to them. "I saw something I thought would look great on you. For both of you. Do you have time to try on another thing or two? Or do you have to go deal with your friend's sister?" I have no intention of letting them leave without more playing but I'm trying to be polite.
They look at each other, the slender above average height pale redhead with the huge breasts and the petite black teen with perky firm breasts. Both of them are beautiful.
"Umm, I guess we have time. Her text said something about their mom's car and moving something." The redhead says. "They won't be done with that mess for an hour or two. Right?" She looks at her friend.
"Sure, why not." She says with more enthusiasm than her simple words. "He's really good at picking things out and we had a lot of fun." Ahh, the kinky little exhibitionist who got to play with her busty friend liked everything. That makes sense.
"Great! I'm officially a Personal Shopping Assistant to both of you again. Follow me please." I use the specific title I made on the Rules for this sporting goods store. I can make up to three Rules on a sheet at a time and can freely replace them with new Rules. What's also interesting is that each place has a few different sheets for different categories. I'm still not sure how that's determined, I'm just assuming it has to do with whatever game the deities or supernatural beings or whatever are playing.
Some the Rules I can make are odd and it seems like each place has some kind of limits to what's possible with the Rules. On the employee sheet the three Rules are.
Rule 1: Karl can make himself an official Personal Shopping Assistant to any customers in the store.
Rule 2: Customers being helped by a Personal Shopping Assistant will try on and wear whatever the Personal Shopping Assistant suggests or recommends while being assisted in the store.
Rule 3: To assist in finding and trying on clothes Personal Shopping Assistants can touch customers they are helping anywhere on their body and may adjust any clothes they are trying on.
In addition to the employee Rules it also let me make three Rules for the location.
Rule 1: Personal Shopping Assistants may masturbate anywhere in the location.
Rule 2: Anybody being assisted by a Personal Shopping Assistant may be used as a Masturbation Aid by the Personal Shopping Assistant.
Rule 3: Anywhere a Personal Shopping Assistant is allowed to touch somebody, they can use any part of their body to do so.
The direction I was given by the insanely sexy being who gave me the power to make Rules was simple. Have fun, be creative and silly, enjoy myself. I definitely did that with all the groping, fondling, and public exposure of these two teens and their three friends. The other trio had to leave to deal with a pain in the ass older sister.