Give her another audition, this time in front of an audience

James stumbled on home. His legs were giving out beneath, he had cum a lot recently, with Marei and Monica. Luckily, he only had to stagger a few dozen feet from the Kirkharts to his own house. He fumbled for a key before he realized all that he needed to do was say "Open Sesame!" to the door, and it popped open. His parents were in their bed, sleeping off their ****-fueled debauchery at the Saunders. Just to make everyone's life easier tomorrow morning (or well, this morning when the sun came up), James gave another little command. "Everyone in this house will not have a hangover tomorrow."

James collapsed into his bed, and dreamed the dreams of the omnipotent. It was warm and safe and syrupy. He felt as one with the universe, that he was just an extension of the divine will of existence. So he slept in.

James woke up, had lunch. He took a shower. All in silence. He realized that if he talked to himself, he could have major repercussions on life as he knew it. Singing along to the radio? That could mean the extinction of the human race if he wasn't careful. (He liked 00's buttrock, what would happen if he started singing along to Drowning Pool's 'Let the Bodies Hit the Floor'?) James spent several hours in a state of moral and existential crisis. Was he god? What difference between and God existed at this point? He certainly didn't feel omnipotent, omniscient or omnipresent. Certainly, he wasn't omnibenevolent. He had killed his math teacher's ex-husband and ruined the lives of his neighbors. Did he owe more to humanity and need to become more moral? Or with his powers, did morality simply cease to exist for him? Did morality ever exist? Was he even the same species as humans now, or was he different?

Groaning, holding his stomach and curled up on the bathroom floor, James moaned "I really should stop worrying about this." And so he stopped worrying about it. Hey, he had promised to fuck his neighbor's wife again. The daughter had promised to invite her friends! "They should all arrive in lingerie. Classy but slutty, hose and garters, that type of stuff." He looked down from his bedroom window to see an embarrassed tall redhead skitter about unstably on heels. She was wearing only a black and blue negligee and a pair of black panties. Yeah, that was a good call on his part.

"All of Molly's friends should be hot 18 year old girls who also happen to be raging, horny perverts who are super excited to watch me fuck their friend's mom," he said. And to think, he was having an existential crisis earlier! He waited a bit, to give Molly's friends a chance to get to her house. They kept coming in various states of undress.

"He's here! He's here," it went through the house as he entered. Quite quickly, there were at least 15 high school sluts in the Kirkheart's living room, along with Monica. She was completely naked, but with more time to prepare, her hair and make-up were in tip-top shape. "Suck him off! Suck him off!" Molly led her friends in a chant.

Monica got on her knees and undid his belt and his pants. It sprang to attention. This whole scene was very enticing. "OooooOooh!" the crowd moaned as Monica took him into her mouth. "Oh god, he's so hot." "She looks so good with a dick in her mouth." "I wish I was sucking his dick." "But its more fun to watch!"

Hands were slipping underneath panties. They really wanted to see James fuck Molly's mom.

Monica really seemed to relish sucking his dick. She was careful but persistent. This was better than she was last night. She was deep-throating at times! "You've gotten better since I saw you last. Have you been practicing?"

"Yes, once with the mailman, but really, its thanks to Molly. She lent me some blowjob porn and one of her dildos to let me practice all afternoon," she said, coming up for air and in between pants. Jeez, Molly had phyiscal porn to lend, like DVDs and shit? She was really was a porno freak.

"Did you get him to pay?" he grunted and pulled his dick out. She was auditioning to be a whore, not a slut after all.

"The money's on the kitchen counter."

"Oh my god, fuck her already! Ride his dick!" came a shout from the peanut gallery. A short-haired brunette was practically in tears, rubbing her pussy.