A chain restaurant

You consider your options. Maybe... a restaurant? Someplace that employed young waitresses and drew in families and post-highschool teens alike?

A place came to mind that served simple, tasty food, had a habit of hiring attractive-but-new entry level wait staff (getting them pretty faces at low wages), and had reasonable prices that late teens and families alike enjoyed for casual dining. You think of a specific one that you had visited sometimes with your family when you were younger. It had the advantage of also being close by to a mall - after all if the talent wasn't showing there backup options were nice.

You consider saying 'goodbye', or 'thank you', but with the magnitude of what was being offered, and the fairly sick use you made of your wishes, neither really seemed appropriate. You just yank open the silver door handle and step through.

In the distance behind you, a long way away, a half-mocking voice called, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Your world flashes, and goes white, and your face hits a glass door painfully causing you to stumble backwards and curse.

A young, male voice, "Sorry, man, didn't see you there!"

Your eyes clear and you find yourself staring at a pair of youthful, petite bare breasts attached to a somewhat plain but somewhat pretty pale female. She was being escorted by a boy her age, and you realize that you had materialized right as he was opening the door for his date, smacking you in the face.

The two move past you at that and as they exit the girl begins to put on a shirt, covering herself.

You can't believe it. Further, you can't believe... you could **** her. On her date, just a nice plain girl, and you could **** her right in the parking lot, maybe damaging her psyche or reputation for life. Your heart thumps at your awesome power. But would you even be able to use it, to do something so... immoral? So horrible? It was one thing to talk about, but another to actually consider doing. You're not a monster after all. Or are you? Given two wishes, you wound up here.

Your hand shakes as you open the door to enter the interior of the restaurant. Maybe some food, or something, would help clear your head.

"Hi, welcome to Chachkie's! All our sections are open, you can seat yourself." The bright and perky voice of a hostess greets you to your right.

You turn, and swallow. A gorgeous, made-up blonde, age eighteen to nineteen has been left in charge of this place. You know her age because her perfect breasts and pink nipples are on full display behind the counter.

You could pound her right then and there if you wanted while she protested and squealed. The thought makes your pants stretch and you're pretty sure that, yes, you will be able to **** the innocence right out of any target you come across.