Karl stood behind the cash register, his gaze blank as he stared at the monitor screen reflecting his tired face. His shift had just started, and across the store, Zoey was busy arranging drinks on the refrigerated shelves. Her ponytail swayed slightly with each movement, and the store's uniform, snug against her figure, accentuated her curves perfectly.
"Zoey…"
Karl swallowed hard. Memories of that day crept back into his mind—how he had used his ability to manipulate Zoey. The softness of her lips whe she touch his cock, her saliva, her sloppy face, and the confusion in her eyes when it was all over. The memory made his heart race, a warm sensation spreading through his chest.
"Damn it… focus, Karl. Focus!"
He shifted his gaze to the stacks of cigarettes behind the glass display, but Zoey's image lingered in his mind. Her cheap perfume drifted faintly through the air, making it harder for him to concentrate.
