There wasn't much that Akane could really do. Oh, sure, her body was there, and she was in it, but she might as well have been some sort of spirit floating around the place. At least then she'd be able to move on her own and see it for herself. Instead, it was like being stuck on a stalled bus that had its door closed. She couldn't get out, and she couldn't make it do anything on its own.
So, she merely did the mental equivalent of leaning back on a deck chair and waited for something interesting to happen. From time to time, something did, like seeing a clearly loving couple apparently so taken with each other that they weren't hiding why they were there. On the other hand, there had been that overweight and grimy college student who'd looked like he'd wanted to feel her up. Just the idea of his hands pawing at her breasts was enough to make her nauseous, and that was even after she recognized that she wouldn't have been too put out by being the girlfriend of someone who was plain or pudgy. However, she had a sneaking suspicion that her intimate parts had not only been touched by such hands, but that they had already gotten very familiar with them....
That idea went to the back of her mind, bent over, and died from vomiting too much.
In the mean time, she used the passing patrons as the only form of entertainment that she could get. No one had given her any sort of way to retreat into a mental refuge, either like a mental 'world' that she could explore, or just the chance to shut herself off for a while. Instead, she was stuck where she was, getting a few bits of distraction here and there. At the same time, she was learning a lot, since she was getting to see things from an 'equipment' standpoint.
However, even the moments of seeing girls compare dildos and guys choosing between lovedolls had to end. The hour grew late, and even if this was a sex shop, people needed a chance to see what they could get. Besides, even she knew that a shop needed plenty of workers to be open all the time, and there was only the shopkeeper there.
When he closed and locked the door after the last customers, she wondered about what would happen next. Obviously, she'd be back up to show off products on the next day, but there wasn't exactly a handbook for the role. And as she hadn't had her mind awake during her previous service time, she didn't know about what would happen when the store was closed.
But when he waved her down, and she felt her feet moving to take steps off the pedestal, she knew that she was about to find out. For all that she knew, it could have been something incredibly dirty or demaning. It might have left her writhing in pleasure such as she'd never felt before.
He handed her a broom, a dustpan, and a garbage bag.
Recognizing that this wasn't exactly a majorly sexual start to the after hours experience, she wondered about what she was supposed to do. Of course, it wasn't like she could control anything, and she could only passively take in what her senses were telling her. The opportunity to find out came rather quickly though, as she felt her hands take hold of the broomstick, her arms positioned themselves, and her feet keep out of the way... as she began to sweep the store.
Despite the rather revealing 'outfit' that she was wearing in the middle of the sex shop, she didn't particularly feel all that... weirded out by the activity. Her eyes were tracking the pile of dirt carried by the shoes of customers, so she saw that there was actual work being done. It wasn't all that exciting, but she understood the reasoning behind it, as it was neccessary. Blaming the shopkeeper didn't come to mind, as she could see why he wouldn't burden himself with such work when her muscles were there to be used.
Actually, cleaning actually stabilized her in a way that she might have found surprising. There was a familiarity with doing it, and she knew that such chores were universal. Plus, she didn't only sweep, as she had other tasks in front of her, although they did tend to have a kinky edge. Just adjusting products and restocking shelves was simple enough, but bending over to pick up boxes had her breasts swinging, and stretching occassionally had her buttocks parting to expose the hole between them. Stopping wasn't something that she felt that she could do, no matter what was going on. She even found herself rather creeped out by the sight of a used condom, semen still on the inside, and pussy juice on the outside, left on a ledge, but her fingers never stopped as they picked it up and put it into the bag.
Once the windows were washed, the floors cleared, and the shelves put back to order, she went back to the shopkeeper, and waited for his next instruction.
That didn't take too long in coming. "Alright then, almost done with the cleaning."
Akane didn't particularly understand what he meant, but wasn't shocked when he began to strip her body. He'd put the outfit on it, and it wasn't like she could fight him anyway. Instead, she could only feel her body stand there as he pulled off the barely there top, and exposed her slit as he took off the panties. Then came no words as he guided her into the back, where her body sat its bare ass down on a chair, and started to eat from the bowl in front of it. Whatever the food was, it wasn't bad, so much as it was like eating a whole lot of bland glop. Her tastebuds made her want to try and clear her mouth, or at least get a drink, but that was about the extent of her ability to influence the world.
What was rather embarrassing was how he had her train once she got finished with her meal. Normally, a bit of practice wouldn't have been such a bad thing in the evening, but she was doing it naked. A glistening sheen of sweat showed on her entire body, and she was keenly aware that she put her pussy on display every time that she did a high kick, but it wasn't like she could stop it. What was strange was that the focus that the absence of her mind's control gave her body allowed it to do a high intensity and high powered routine that really pushed her body into working hard.
All of it was at the shopkeeper's will though, as he controlled her body now. When it was finished with the practice, it came to a stop in front of him, and stood there, never hiding any part of its sweat slicked form. Yet, he merely waited until her breath went down, and didn't even seem to pay much mind to her presence until he was ready.
She did take note of the fact that he had no problem in washing her body though. Her own hands helped him clean her form, and she didn't seem to have any modesty around this man. Even when it went to relieve itself, there didn't seem to be any try to actually hide what it was doing from him. Instead, it presented itself to be sponged down, hair washed, and teeth brushed. Hell, even her nipples got cleaned with an attention to detail that even she hadn't used when she'd been free.
"Have to make sure that all of the store is clean, you know," he said to no one in particular, and she understood then. As she was part of the equipment of the store, she needed to be kept in tip top shape as well.
The shopkeeper didn't really say anything about that, and merely looked thoughtful, even as he decided to have her:
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