Figuring things out

Taking a moment to yourself, you lean against a nearby wall and think about things for a moment as the denizens of the cafe continue their afternoon. The disembodied voice clearly labeled both of the choices presented to you as "the ability to control others to a certain degree." While you could understand how that would have worked with the blue option that you skipped out on, you're left wondering just how exactly you can go about controlling people when you don't exist...

While you wonder about how you can go about controlling people just beyond moving their bodies around, you notice the cum-covered waitress you facialized moments ago making her way over to a big white board near the entrance of the cafe. On the board, specials and deals for the day are listed with marked down prices. With bits of your seed dangling from her chin and dropping down to the dry erase marker she's picked up from the base of the board, the waitress begins to wipe away what's written and starts to write something else.

Hm...maybe...?

Making your way over to her, you firmly place one hand on her shoulder to prevent her from moving as you grasp the marker from her hands—you want to make sure she sees what you're about to write, assuming this goes as you're hoping it will. Looking briefly at her nametag and discovering that her name is Amy, you jot something down on the board and put the marker back in Amy's hand as you step back.

Slutty Special - $5: Use waitress Amy as a cumdumpster and cum on her once.

As she stares at what you've written with a confused-looking expression, you can't help but feel that your plan didn't work out. Your fears are tranquilized, however, as Amy nods to herself with a smile and makes her way over to the counter, getting the attention of one of her coworkers.

"Clarissa," she speaks up, causing the blonde cashier with a ponytail through her hat to look up. "Do you have the Slutty Special jar?"

"Oh, is it time for the cumdump special already?" Clarissa asks with a surprised look as she pulls out a small jar from beneath the counter. "Jeez, the shift is flying by today."

"You're telling me," Amy remarks with a smile, gently taking the clear glass jar from Clarissa's hands. "Thanks again."

"Don't get too much cum on you," Clarissa teases as Amy walks off before shifting her attention to a customer who's entered the store.

Walking over to the opposite side of the store, Amy places the collection jar on the ground beside her as she sits on her knees, patiently waiting for the inevitable. While she and her coworker were quick to buy into what you've set up, you're not entirely sure if everyone else will...until a few men throughout the cafe here catch a glimpse of her, and as if they've made the connection on their own, they all rise from their seats and make their way towards her.

As five dollar bills and stacks of singles fall into the jar, Amy is soon surrounded by a circle of cocks, looking up at all of the guys with a big smile. "Thank you for your patronage!" she says with polite courtesy. "Feel free to cum on me whenever you're ready!"

As the group of men begin to simultaneously masturbate over the patient, smiling Amy, you notice that the atmosphere of the cafe hasn't changed. People are still dining and chatting as usual, orders are still being made and sent out to tables, and new customers are walking in without finding the current happenings even the slightest bit strange. In fact, some male customers that walk in head straight towards the growing line for Amy, as if they already knew that today's special was her whoring herself out.

"Oh, babe, you don't mind if I go cum on that girl, do you?" you hear a man in his 20's speak up as he enters the establishment with his girlfriend.

"Hm?" his lover questions, looking up and seeing the circle of men around Amy and how they were raining down cum onto her. She nods her head with a dismissive shake of her hand as she reaches into her purse. "Yeah, that's fine. What should I get for you? The usual?"

"Yeah, just a small coffee," he says with a nod as he begins to unzip his jeans and walk towards Amy. "Thanks, hon!"

Despite expecting the woman to respond with complete loathing towards her boyfriend, she clearly felt nothing wrong with letting him use the public cumdumpster as you wrote in the special. You can surmise that, as opposed to actions that you yourself perform and cause, things you write will garner casual and nonchalant rationalized reactions from people.

Turning your attention back to Amy, you see the initial wave of customers who approached her zipping themselves back up and making their way back to their seats, revealing the young waitress anew with several fresh loads of hot goo on her face. Much of it has gotten into her hair and onto her uniform, but her bright smiles doesn't fade as the next surge of customers circles her. She greets them with just as much energy and positivity as the first. "Thank you for waiting! Please cum a lot on me!"

For some time, you watch this scene develop as more and more guys continuously shoot their semen onto the waitress while business goes on as usual otherwise. After an hour has passed, a tall gentleman in a black shirt who you can only assume to be the manager steps out from the kitchen area, approaching the blackboard and erasing what's on it as he yells out to Amy. "That's it for today, Amy. Thanks again."

"No problem," the almost unrecognizable Amy says happily as she stands up from her seat on the floor, covered in layer upon layer of mixed cum both fresh and old. Her cheerful disposition makes it clear that she just sees it as another part of her job, though. "Who's on cumdump duty tomorrow, Mark?"

"Clarissa," the man in the black shirt answers as she begins to write down the latest specials.

"Yippee," the blonde cashier cheers half-heartedly, clearly not as enthusiastic about it as Amy.

"Don't worry, Clarissa," Amy says as she approaches the counter with the money jar in hand, her face absolutely lathered with semen and dripping it heavily. "It's always the best time for tips, after all."

"Jesus, how much did you make today?" Clarissa questions with a surprised voice as she takes the jar from Amy.

"I lost count after $300, honestly," Amy admits with a giggle, boastfully displaying an extra wad of cash in her hands from collected tips. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so you'll probably make much more."

"I'm also gonna need about four showers by the end of it," Clarissa jokes with a roll of her eyes as she puts the jar of cash beneath the counter. "Speaking of showers, get home and take one yourself. This is the dirtiest you've been in a while. The stench of cum coming from you in insane."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Amy teases while grabbing a napkin off the counter, cleaning up some of the cum off her chin and cheeks but not bothering to clean herself up all the way. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

Mark and Clarissa say their goodbyes as a bubbly, energetic Amy walks out of the store, braving the public world with an almost ludicrous amount of cum still on her. People on the street don't look at her strangely, as if they already knew of the specials of the local cafe.

"Emma, would you mop up the left over cum, please?" Mark shouts into the kitchen as he heads back inside. It's only a few moments later when a short but well-rounded brunette with square-rimmed glasses steps out of the back area with a mop and wet floor sign in hand. She hastily makes her way over to where the bukkake scene happened and wipes the floor clean of the excess semen, making no comment about it.

Well, well, well...you can't help but feel rather amazing after all of this. Sure, you may have given up your existence, but now you can do whatever you'd like with people and even create scenes like this for your own amusement. Better yet, there may be even more aspects to your abilities that you can try to discover—the disembodied voice did say there was more, after all, but simply didn't tell you what or how. You might have even more powers lying in wake. Now, to go about trying to discover them, or to get your dick wet with Claire, Emma, or any other woman you fancy, be it in this cafe, the city, or even the world?