"You don't mind I go through your wardrobe, do you?" Marcus asked even as he stood in front of her wardrobe, doing his best to keep his face neutral while Taylor shuffled. It was difficult, as he was quite happy.
The day had gone even better than he expected. He completed almost a dozen sets for his power, which not only improved the power he got from Taylor quite a bit, but also he had learned quite a bit about his power.
Like the fact that taking repeated pictures in a short sequence created some kind of diminishing return effect. The last six sets only gave as much benefit as the first set, which was certainly a pity.
Not that he was complaining. Not only his emotion sensing and model directing functions had been developed significantly, but also he had received some nice physical boost, particularly to his endurance. Taylor being a jogging nut benefited him significantly.
Still, what he was about to do was another experiment. One that he was hopeful. He had already realized that the emotional state of his models affected the power he received. He was about to see if it changed the power he received.
Though, it would be a lie if he said he didn't want to see Taylor half-naked. Once he convinced her to put on some makeup and shape her hair, she revealed a surprisingly lovely face, and her body was already sexy enough. Lithe, with little on the upstairs, but her ass more than made up for it.
"S-sure," Taylor answered, unable to adapt as he took over control. His ability to observe her emotions in real time was proving very beneficial, allowing him to push just the right amount without making her panic.
In the end, he found a nice white tennis skirt that had been clearly purchased years ago, and a spaghetti strap crop top that was certainly too tight. "These will look fine."
"Are you sure?" she said. "They are a bit old … and small."
"Your choice, but you need to be ready to show off a bit of skin," he said, keeping his voice calm. "But, it's fine if you can't handle it. You don't have to push yourself."
Even as he said that, he knew Taylor would accept. Spending all day with her with direct access to her emotions allowed him to understand two things about her. First, she was starved to friendship, and was ready to do anything once she felt even the slightest hint of warmth.
Second, she was too prideful, and reacted to any kind of challenge with aggression, with a horrible tendency to escalate unnecessarily. And, he knew that implying that she might not handle the outfit was exactly what was needed to make her accept it.
"Of course I can," she said predictably.
"Good. I thought you might be a bit uncomfortable without a bra, but I'm happy to see I'm wrong," he answered even as he looked away, tackling another challenge that she certainly didn't agree with.
It wasn't nice, but he needed her in a more erotic mood if he were to test his power properly.
Still, he held back all signs of his amusement even as she left the room. He still didn't know the exact limits of how much she could observe through her bugs, but there was no point in ruining everything for some pointless gloating.
Instead, he focused on playing with the lights in her bedroom while she was absent, even going and picking two lamps from downstairs. They were not good enough to compare professional-grade equipment, but it was all he could afford.
When Taylor returned, it took all he had to maintain a professional facade. Difficult when she was wearing a tight tanktop that showed the outline of her breasts, including her nipple. Her skirt was even more incredible, barely able to cover her ass while looking like it would fly away with the slightest wind.
"What do you think? A bit too tight?"
"Nope, it's just perfect," he answered without skipping a beat. "It's just perfect. Now, stand in the middle of the room, and give me a nice natural pose." She complied despite her hesitance. He once again suppressed a smile as he gave a few directions, once again enhanced by the power copied from her.
"Alright. That's enough warm-up. Let's do something interesting. Sat on the floor, and put a pillow between your legs. Smile alluringly, maybe with playful defiance." He was happy as her expression shifted to the exact expression he asked. Normally, it would require a professional model to adapt that quickly, but his model communication was even stronger after getting several sets from her.
"Excellent work, Taylor," he said.
"You think?"
"Yes. Now, stand by the window with your back to me. Let the setting sun silhouette your curves while you play with your hair. Arch your back ever so slightly while you turn to look at me, and smirk with a sultry expression."
She followed that as well, followed by a few poses where she was studying on her bed. Marcus was getting more and more aroused as he commanded her into multiple poses, and she followed.
The fact that she was a cape only made the moment sexier. Not exactly necessary for his power, but the temptation was hard to resist. Especially since he could feel her arousal as well.
"Let's do something interesting. Sit on the chair in reverse, and press your chest against its back," he ordered. She did. "Now, let's do something more interesting. Get rid of your shirt."
"M-marcus?" she gasped.
"Don't worry about it. It's an analog camera, and for any photo you're uncomfortable with, I'll leave the negatives with you," he offered.
"Promise?" she said, accepting even quicker than he expected.
"Promise," he said, which was not a lie. While having nude photos of her was tempting, he didn't want to try to sneak one, not with her ability. It wasn't as tempting as the possibility of a repeat. He watched obediently as she pulled off her shirt, her chest pressing against the back of the chair. He wasn't able to see much, but the moment was still enough to make his shaft harden.
A fact that Taylor didn't miss, but she didn't comment on it. Excellent. Along with her emotions, he could sense that she was also ready to go for more. Still, he didn't ask her immediately. Instead, he let her adapt to her partial nudity while he took several more pictures.
"Now, let's try something different. Stand by the makeup table, looking at the mirror, one hand resting on the surface, while one hand around your chest. Lean back so your skirt rides up a bit, and part your legs. Show me confidence and sexiness."
"Like this?" she asked, her voice cloudy with arousal.
He smirked. "Not exactly, let me help," he said as he closed in, and stood right behind her. He let his camera fall to his neck while he put his hands on her hips, pulling her against his hardness. "Your hips need to be more out. You have a beautiful ass. You need to learn to flaunt it."
"I … do," she whispered throatily.
"Oh, yes, you do," he said even as he slipped his hand under his shirt recklessly and cupped her tight ass. "It must be all the running." Even as he said that, he moved his hand over her panties, caressing her clit. Her panties were drenched already, and his fingers, circling repeatedly didn't hurt any.
He kept one hand there, using the other to raise the camera. "Look directly at the camera with a smoldering stare. You're the confidence personified. Show it to everyone," he said even as her second arm landed on the makeup table as well, finally giving him an unobstructed view of her tits.
Taylor followed the order immediately, giving him an excellent expression even as he started to finger her.
There, he realized another advantage of his power. It allowed him to give orders that worked excellently during sex as long as there was a camera involved. A side effect he didn't expect, but was excited to test.
"Good, now give me an erotic expression. Like you're having the greatest experience of your life," he whispered. She did. "Grab your nipples and start to pay with them."
"Yes," she moaned desperately as she did exactly that.
"Good girl," he whispered, though her sudden, explosive joy was a surprise. She exploded around his fingers, drenching her panties completely. Her legs trembled badly enough that only her hands on the table kept her upright."
"Let me help," he said as he carried her to her bed. As she lay, her legs parted open, showing that she was perfectly happy for the real fun.
But, her landline picked that exact moment to ring. "Sorry, give me a second," she said as she picked up the phone, which was at the side of her bed. And, immediately, her joy turned into panic. Her eyes widened. "My father. He'll be here in fifteen minutes, you have to go!" she gasped.
Feeling the sharpness of her panic and shame, he didn't even try to convince her to stay. "Help me gather my dark room," he said even as he stood up, feeling her relax as he followed her request immediately.
"Let me put on a shirt first —" she said, only for him to grab her waist and pull her up.
"We don't have time," he said with a naughty smirk.
He might have to leave immediately, ruining his fun, but it didn't mean his retreat had to be boring.