A fucking conversation.

I spawned an envelope full of cash. 4000$ A nice round number that was conviniently more than what Salah owed. A number she could not dismiss out of hand. At this point, before I walked up to her apartment, I wondered what I could get away with. I couldn't just make her accept the money let alone let me in. A part of me wanted to just cast the charm person spell from Dungeons and Dragons. The sad part is, I couldn't even consider that because of the limitations of my powers. According to Jeannie, I could not mess with minds or resurrect the dead. I asked my omniscience: What does Salah think of me right now?

Despite being your neighbor, she knows nothing about you other than the fact you work in a sex store. She does look down on the profession due to a conservative muslim upbringing, but not necessarily you in general.

So I'm a blank slate. How horny is she?

She does not seek sex at all. It is not her priority. Previous sexual experiences, including the conception of her daughter, were negative.

She was ****?

Yes.

Well, that means she would respond poorly to sex for money. I thought about querying my omniscience for more information but this was more than I was comfortable with. Fuck it. I may as well just walk up and talk to her. She's a person, not video game boss to prepare for. Getting my nerve together, I walk up to their apartment and knock. Using X-ray vision I take a peek. Salah stands up from a table looking at a laptop, and puts on a hijab while shouting: "Just a minute!". I notice how curvy her frame is. She has some weight but it's all in her boobs and ass. A total milf. Fuck... why do I have to be so sexually frustrated while talking to her.

I then turned my head slightly to look at her daughters room and... oh my god this is worse. She's sitting at her desk naked and shaved from the bottom down. She was startled from me knocking the door but has resumed masturbating while looking at porn. On her desk is textbooks and assignments, she's supposed to be studying. Can't say I haven't done that and as hard as I am, I have to shut off the x-ray vision so I can meet Salah face to face without looking like a jaw-dropped idiot. The door opens.

"Oh! Johnny, right?" she says looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"That's me! Um, sorry to be a bother this late at night but I think I got your mail by mistake." I lift up her envelopes showing the 'Final Notice' and other urgent messages you could never miss.

"Oh, Uh, thanks." I hand it to her. Her cheeks get a little red. "Thank you." and she is about to shut the door.

"Wait! This may help." I hand her the envelope full of cash. It's not sealed so she quickly looks through it and her eyes go wide. I continue: "It's not my business but I wanted to help. That's yours. No catch. Come find me if you need more." She's too stunned to speak. She looks at the envelope, and then back to me. "Okay, um. Have a good night."

"Wait!" She says just as I have turned to leave. "Please, come inside. Have some tea." Perfect, now my foot is in the door.

"I would love tea." I said, trying very hard not to betray my true intentions. As she lets me in, there is a prayer rug hanging on the wall, a cozy set of warm lights illuminating the way to her kitchen where she is sitting down. I now see what's on her laptop: a job application. Oh I've got a job for her I thought as my dick throbbed in my pants. Stepping over to the counter, I can't help but check her out while she prepares some tea. I contemplate enabling x-ray vision again but I can't wipe her memory if I get too obvious. I settle for admiring the outline of her ass in her pants.

"I have to ask." She says as she sets the tea down in front of me. "This money isn't hurting you to give to me right? I was under the impression you just worked in a store."

"It's no trouble. I... recently came into some money. You'll forgive me if I don't want to be more specific than that right now."

"Is the money illegal? I can't accep-"

"No no no, nothing like that. " Of course I said that but then I wondered if I was breaking some tax law by creating money out of the blue. Okay, that's another question. "I recently inherited an asset that generates a lot of wealth. I promise this isn't illegal money" This was technically true and I look at her with as much sincerity as I can muster.

"Okay. Why help me?" She asks, with wonder and a hint of panic. "I'm grateful, but I can't help but think there's a catch."

Here it comes. I think. Tell her to get on her knees and suck. I dismiss the thought. She's a **** victim, I can't retraumatize her like that.

"Because I can. Also, I've always felt guilty whenever I see homeless folks on the street. The excuse I always have is that I don't have money myself or they will just use it for some **** or something. When I saw your mail, I figured none of those excuses would apply here."

"I have to give you something, I can't just accept this without doing something for you." she's basically speaking on behalf of her pride here.

You can strip. Lift those massive tits to your face and lick. I bet you've licked them in private. It's okay. I'll treat you right. I'll show you pleasure without the pain!

"Well, this tea is pretty good." I say, lifting up the cup and taking a sip. It really is nice and helps to snap me out of my dicked up thoughts for a second. "I do have a new roommate though. She's new to the area and will be staying with me for a while. If you don't snitch on her to our landlord, I'd appreciate it."

"I can do that." She says, her pride appears to be somewhat sated. "I'm glad you are making charitable decisions with your new wealth. I don't think a lot of people would do that."

"Trust me, there's some dumb decisions I want to make too." As I said that, Yasmin came out of her room. She seems to have put on sweatpants. Unlike her mother she's not wearing a hijab which shows her shoulder length black hair. It reminds me of Cleopatra in a way.

"I didn't know we had guests." Yasmin remarks while walking over to the fridge. "I'm just grabbing a drink."

"This is our neighbor Johnny, he was just dropping off mail." said Salah, discreetly covering the envelope with her mail. "I invited him in because we didn't really know him and we were just talking."

"Even though you know he works at a sex store?" chimes in Yasmin.

Salah then switched to Arabic: "Don't bring that up! He's a guest!" Yasmin raised her hands before dropping them and then bending over to get something on a lower shelf. She has her mom's ass. I think. I should smack it. Her mom won't do anything about it.

I snap out of it before I get caught. "I get that a lot. It's fine. I've been working there since college but the job market isn't hiring right now so I'm there until I can get another job." I take another sip of tea. "Besides, I meet a lot of interesting people."

"Like who?" asks Salah.

"Well, I can't really talk about them too much without breaking their confidence, but we get men, women, couples. Sometimes people flirt with me if they think it gets them a discount."

"Does it?" asks Yasmin who finally got her drink and leaned against the fridge as she opened her drink and took a sip.

"I will inform them of currently active discounts, but nothing special for flirting with me sadly."

Salah picks up: "Forgive me if this is rude to ask, how do women you date react when they realize you work in an adult store?"

Oh finally, something I don't have to dance around. "Well, it depends. I don't really date women who would consider it. Most of them just consider it to be like any other job. I did date a woman who had jealousy issues about it. Long time ago. She was concerned that adult actresses would be interacting with me at work and got insecure about it. That relationship didn't last a long time. Then I dated a woman who-" I realized I was about to talk about a time where a woman basically treated me like the guy from John Wick 2 who sells guns. I didn't want to get too spicy with my language so I pivoted. "-Let's just say she was more excited about it." They seem to pick up what I am implying before an awkward silence starts to settle in.

Yasmin speaks: "I should get back to studying. Nice to meet you Johnny!" as she retreats back to her room.

Once her door closes behind her, Salah speaks again: "I'm sorry for her rudeness. She's had a difficult childhood."

"I didn't feel offended at all. She's fine."

"Do you know if your store is hiring?" she asks. It takes me aback, I wasn't expecting this. "I've been without income for a while and I need to work."

"I can ask my boss to schedule an interview but, and this may be a presumptuous question, are you sure that's the kind of job you want?"

"I need a job, any job that pays well enough. I know you're asking because you think I am Muslim and want nothing to do with sex outside of marriage but I can't live off of pride."

Well since pride isn't an issue, why don't I give you a hundred dollars for every item of clothing you strip off? Five hundred for bra and underwear. You'll consent right?

I take another sip to cool off. "I'll ask but, I have a different offer in mind. I am really bad about cleaning up after myself and dishes. If I hired you to clean-"

"How much?" she interrupts.

"I'm in this weird position where money is no object to me. Quite frankly, as much as you need." She seems a little off-put by that answer. I think she's upset with how vague it is. "How about this, you get one of those envelopes a month and if you need more, we'll talk about it then?"

She smiles: "Deal." We shake hands on it.

"Perfect. I'll talk with my roommate to set up hours that work for everyone and I'll get you a copy of my apartment key later."

I finish my tea and we say our goodbyes. I use super-hearing and vision to observe her reaction. Once she closes the door, she praises allah for the job and for the opportunity to meet a good neighbor. Yasmin on the other hand is back at her laptop, hands in her pants and keeping herself from making noise by moaning into her breast which she sucks on like her life depends on it.

I turn off the sensory powers and get back to my walk. Okay. What do I want with my powers? Do I want to have sex? Do I not? What is my goal now? If **** is off the table, where do I draw the line?