Cherie, the friendliest person in the world.

Cherie smiled politely at the clerk as she paid for her groceries. It took her few tries to insert her card, since the manager was pounding her from behind. She finally got it in just as he finished and she winced as he squeezed her tits hard. It was nice of him to do that.

Cherie had been feeling weird all week. Everyone had been very friendly to her, which put her in the mood to be friendly back. Before grabbing her bags, she backhanded the manager with a smile. He fell back with surprise, but smiled at her from the floor. "Thanks, lady."

"No problem," she replied sweetly as she left. Loading her bags into her car, she reflected on her week.

She first noticed it Monday. Her ex, Kyle, had drunk-dialed her four times over the weekend. She quit answering after the first one. He was a toxic asshole and she was glad to be done with him. She had tried to text him something really cutting to let him know she was serious, but she couldn't think of anything.

Lose my number, dickhead. Too nice. Every time you call me makes me hate you more. Too friendly. Fuck off, asshole. God, it all sounded so warm and kind. She was racking her brain when her phone chimed.

It was text from Kyle. Just a picture of his erect penis. Cherie smiled warmly. It was really nice of him to send that. She should send something nice in return.

Is that a dick pic? I don't have a magnifying glass handy. The phone beeped as her message went through. It was weird, being nice to each other. They hadn't been this friendly since their fourth date. Her phone chimed and she saw that he had texted back a single heart.

Since then, she found herself being kind to everyone around her. It wasn't that she felt like being generous and friendly, but she couldn't ever seem to think of a way not to be. She had tried all sorts of things but they all just seemed like warm, friendly gestures. Kicking her boss in balls felt like bringing him a fresh-baked muffin.

Weird as it was, it was making people treat her better. On Wednesday a guy cut her off in traffic and she nearly slammed into him. Instead of honking, she waved cheerily. At the store, she noticed the manager staring down her shirt and rewarded him with a hug. He was nice enough to put his hands on her ass, one thing led to another, and he was railing her doggy-style while she paid for her food.

It had been a weird week, but good. Cherie pondered what to do next with her Saturday.