Checking the system, he only had $48,000, not yet where his potential set him, but he was off to a great start.

After going through the shop, sure enough nothing comes easy, he couldn’t find anything good in his price range, so he gave up on that.

He took a bath, wore casual clothes, and headed out of the house, locking the door behind him. His goal was simple, improve his appearance first.

He lived relatively close to the busy city, so after a short taxi ride, he was at the heat of it all. Rather than bouncing between locations, he chose a well-known mall he could navigate end to end without wasting time.

First was getting a haircut. His hair was busy and very much unkempt, and after waking up from taking the pill, his hair actually grew longer and was now well off past the middle point of his back. He still wanted long hair, just a cleaner look, something that looked intentional rather than neglected.

After taking care of his hair, following that was getting some new clothes. He went for something mature and classy while still not looking too much. He had a clear sense of what he wanted, something mature and composed, with enough edge that it didn’t read as stiff.

The pieces he selected were clean-lined and well-fitted, quality fabric that didn’t announce itself too loudly but made its presence known to anyone who knew what to look for.

The sales girls noticed him the moment he walked in and while it was normal for every customer to be attended to, there was almost a fight of who would get to him first to guide him through the store. It was a big store, so there were more than a single salesgirl.

The one that came to him was pretty, blonde, and had a slim body, her breasts and ass on the smaller but perky side too. Edward, looking at her, couldn’t help but think how she’d look with his dick inside her. For a moment he wondered if it’d even fit, the thought made a smirk creep over his lips.

While she was first professional, offering smiles that every salesperson practiced and offered to all customers, this time it wasn’t quite so. There was a wave of warmth underneath every action that crossed professional lines, and drawn in to his charm, she couldn’t’ hide it either.

As for Edward, he couldn’t help but factor in how much easier it was to make girls smile and have a good conversion with them once he looked this handsome... and someone would dare say face card didn’t matter for guys.

Edward found himself comfortable amidst all of this, he was doing very well with the sudden overflow of attention and interest from almost every woman he came across. He was comfortable with it. He matched their energy without overcommitting, easy and unbothered in the way that only genuine confidence produces. He had no particular interest in claiming any of them today—this mall wasn’t going anywhere, and neither were they. There would be other days, and he wouldn’t shy away from any who wanted him, they were all as good as money, not counting sex.

This was really the dream, money and sex all together.

Even with how well he was taking things, deliberately not pushing for anything more with the girl with him, one of the other girls was bold.

She was pretty in a clean, put-together way, and she had clearly decided that subtlety was going to get her nowhere. When he carried his selections toward the fitting room, she followed without being asked and offered to help him in. Edward was surprised but didn’t let it show, instead, he allowed a quiet telling smile, which she reciprocated, holding his gaze.

Who didn’t know that this wasn’t particularly allowed? Or at least it was not customary?

With a smile, Edward spoke, "is that allowed here?" His tone was soft, his smirk suggestive.

She explained with a smile that didn’t pretend to be innocent, that this wasn’t exactly allowed, though there was nothing against it either. It was just that he was a male customer, but she said it in a way that suggested policy was the least of her concerns at that moment.

Edward didn’t say anymore and went into the change room and she followed right after, drawing the curtain shut properly.

She simply scanned his face and body as much as she could from that close distance, maintaining composure, after all, she didn’t’ want to come off as a whore, but once Edward took off his shirt, something in her composure quietly collapsed. The body beneath was not what she had been prepared for.

In guise to help him put on a shirt, she had touched his shoulder and arms on some thin professional pretense and immediately regretted it, because the contact didn’t clear her head one bit, instead it fogged it. Within minutes alone, she found herself warm in places that had no business being warm in a fitting room in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon.

Edward for one could feel the changes in her body, and even taking off his shirt the way he did was intentional. He was much amused to see her lust build up as it did.

Feeling the increasing urge to reach out to Edward, she resisted with much willpower.

She excused herself before it went any further, stepping out with a steadiness that cost her some effort. In the corridor outside, she leaned against the wall for a moment, breathing in controlled releases with hopes it relived the pressure.

’What was I thinking? I haven’t been with a man in close to a year,’ she said in her mind as a deep wave of want perhaps even need, soaked into her mind, Edward’s image clear in her thoughts.

"Are you alright?" her coworker asked.

Raising a hand she gestured. "Yes I am. Please, I’ll be back shortly, need to use the bathroom."

Before her coworker could answer fully, she left in a hurry, heading to the restroom. That sensation wasn’t reducing one bit, it was the opposite!

Edward continued trying on the clothes, satisfied with the look. A few minutes later, the pressure in his bladder became too much. He left the items with the first salesgirl and headed for the restroom.

..

Inside the men’s restroom, Edward stood at the urinal relieving himself when he heard soft, desperate feminine moans coming from one of the stalls. Specifically, the last one.

He finished, zipped up, and was about to leave when curiosity got the better of him. He walked over and knocked lightly on the door. To his surprise, the door was actually open and slightly to the side. Whoever was in, they had forgotten to lock it, probably because they were in such a hurry.

’Horny bastards.’ Edward smirked to himself.

With little effort, the door swung open. Lo and behold, what he saw was not two people in heat, but one. It was actually the bold salesgirl!

Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties pulled to the side, bent over the toilet seat with one hand frantically rubbing her soaked pussy from behind. Her eyes flew open in shock when she saw Edward.

"Ah—!" She screamed and tried to cover herself, face burning with embarrassment, but Edward stepped inside and bolted the door behind him before she could fully react. In that split second, he had thought t leave, but the scene before him was just too good to pass out.

"Shh," he said, voice calm but commanding. "Don’t stop on my account."

She stood there frozen, breathing hard, skirt still hiked up, slick glistening on her fingers. Edward’s Intuitive Pleasure ability lit up instantly. Her pussy was throbbing with urgent need, clit swollen and pulsing. He could feel all around her body needed attention urgently.

"You’ve been wet since the fitting room, haven’t you?" He stepped closer, towering over her. "Let me help."