A Morning Bus Ride

John woke up refreshed the next morning. He whistled as he took his morning whiz. He then went straight to the notebook. All of the money in Kris Jenner and her daughters' bank accounts have been legally but secretly transferred into my bank account. No one can trace the money to me, and no one will question where I got my money.

John laughed imaging how the Kardashian/Jenner girls would freak out realizing they were broke. He picked up his phone and checked his banking app. He was now very wealthy. He started writing again: When I give someone a command, they will obey me, but when they finish the task I give them, they will forget they did it at my order and believe they did it on their own accord. "That should keep me from being the object of lots of vengeance plots," he thought. He wrote some more: I can walk naked in public, and no one will care, and no one will ever capture my nudity on camera. If I have an erection in public, no one will notice unless I tell them to.

John stretched and felt hunger pains in his stomach. He stripped naked, grabbed his wallet and keys and tossed them and his cell phone in a backpack over his shoulder and left his apartment, locking the door behind him.

Mike was walking down the hall. He looked up at John then glanced down in humiliation and hurried past. John smiled and walked to the elevator. He and Mike rode down in silence, Mike staring at the floor.

Outside the apartment building, there was a bus stop. John watched as an attractive woman with short curly hair got on. John followed. No one on the bus seemed to even notice John was naked with a huge cock hanging down in plain sight.

On the bus, John spotted an attractive blonde sitting by herself. The woman with curly hair sat on the seat across the aisle from the blonde. John walked up to her. "Sit next to his blonde here," he told her.

The woman with curly hair got up and moved next to the blonde. John pointed at them. "French kiss until we get to my stop."

The women seemed confused, but dutifully obeyed John. The blond put her hand on the curly haired woman's neck, and they started making out. The blonde closed her eyes, but the other girl looked up as if she was not sure about this.

John sat opposite of them. He had ridden this bus before and knew it passed by a nice little bohemian cafe and coffee shop. It was about two miles away. He enjoyed the show next to him as the bus continued on.