"Be sure to swallow every precious drop," Vandal ordered.
The salesmen went back to pleasuring Vandal. His eyes rolled back in his head, and Vandal arched his back as he blew his final load, and it would be his final load. He felt his balls drain completely and harden and wither. Vandal's whole body rapidly stiffened. His penis pulled out of the salesman's mouth as it rapidly melted into Vandal's hardening flesh. The salesman swallowed and blinked. A wave of disgust passed across his face. The spell of domination was broken. Vandal was now just another store mannequin. The salesman stood, and straightened his clothing. He shuddered for a moment as he realized if Vandal hadn't stopped him from going to the new customers, he would still be Vandal's thrall. The store didn't like anyone to interfere with its primary purpose, and when Vandal had ordered the salesman not to help the new customers, it was too much. The shop decided to finish him off. It was particularly annoying that Richard had been inside him and managed to escape once, the thought of him escaping twice was too much for the shop. Instantly, the salesman knew this. He rapidly rushed to the front of the store.
"Sir, Madam, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. I was in the stock room getting a mannequin ready for display, and got -uh, caught up in my work. How may I be of service?" he said licking some telltale cum from his lips.
Richard and Sharon didn't notice.
"We're looking for a pair of really unique costumes," Sharon explained.
"Any theme? Historical? Fictional? Superhero?" the salesman asked anxiously as he remembered Vandal's friend - er, boy toy now.
"What have you done to him?" whined John wheeling Vandal the mannequin out on a dolly.
"Oooh! That would be perfect!" Sharon exclaimed.
"You want me to wear that?" asked Richard.
The salesman had a sinking sensation of deja vu.
"No, silly for the decor. Up on the main table with the food, and we'll put that old sign with the Shakespearean writing on it that you have in the garage, Richard."
"Eat, Drink and Be Merry? Yes, that would be appropriate, but it's not Shakespearean writing, it's Old English font."
"But isn't the line for Shakespeare?"
"Oh, I suppose it might be? But it's originally from the Bible," Richard explained.
"Oh?" said Sharon.
"Oh, you want to buy the mannequin?" the salesman said with a relieved sigh.
"You cannot sell Master Vandal!" exclaimed John earnestly.
Sharon and Richard looked concerned.
"Theater Arts majors?" the salesman said with a glance at John and a shrug, "What can I say? John, why you would make Master Vandal very happy if you went into the fitting rooms, and collected everything you found there and put in the white bin in the back room."
John looked perplexed, he wanted to make Master Vandal happy, and he wasn't sure how doing that would make Master Vandal happy, but he knew his job was to obey and not question. He opened his mouth, but thought better of it. He nodded, "Yes, I will do it." Then he shuffled off into the backroom.
"People tend to leave the fitting room a mess with discarded items. Now back to your party is a Halloween Party?" he glanced at Vandal, and added, "Or more a Marquis De Sade or Spanish Inquisition affair?"
Richard and Sharon laughed, "It's actually to raise money for the College Theater," said Richard glancing at John's butt disappearing through the curtain to the back room.
The salesman has an idea for their costumes...