Introduce yourself and invite them into your cults new age store for some more exotic

“Hey girls hope you left some for me!” The two girls are baffled by seeing you trying to squeeze in between them and get your share of the coke. Before you can lean over and snort the last white line they push as one you away. “This is our shit bitch get your own all-American… besides who are you?”

The crack-whores wobble a bit and have a permanent curious smile on their faces. With their slutty clothes, make up and cheap bodies their curious smile reads as a sign of hornynes. You have to cross the mall to get to the new age store that’s run by your cult; hopefully people would mistake their **** **** for slight **** intoxication and be more lenient on you for that. This might work you think to yourself as you change the subject.

“So, like that’s the last?”

“Yea!” They say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well I got this place, this cool store where they have this sweet shit they sell, never been so high in my life taking that stuff.” “Really! They sell this stuff in a store and the narcs aren’t after them?”

“Nah they say it’s like new age and stuff so they get away with it and I fuck the clerk guy so he gets me stuff for free.”

“Sweet!” they say in unison. The redhead turns around and snorts up the last line moaning as she gets trough it then they say. “Lead the way!”

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You walk side by side with your arms around each other’s hips. You talk loudly and provocatively emphasize your sexual areas in the conversation. People walk by you then stop and look at your asses. The three of you are mistaken for drunks and several loud grunts are muttered from men frustrated that they won’t get to fuck you’re over sexualized bodies. Nobody confronts you as you arrive at the store.

When a new age store is being run by a Satanist it won't have fairy dust or Indian good wish hair. Instead it has the same bland, organized set up as a normal pharmacy. The only difference being that you cannot identify any of the potions or boxes on the shelf’s and the fact that the sales clerk is wearing a Metallica shirt. It’s a small joint called 'New World Order', all the merchandises are on shelves located by the right and left wall. At the fourth wall is the counter and the clerk who is arguing with who you think might be his wife. She's short and skinny with waist length ebony black hair tied back in a ponytail, the end brushing her tight blue jeans covered ass. She has brown skin and Southeast Asian facial features which is set in stubborn anger.

Although the wife is arguing with him the clerk seems indifferent to his wife's behavior and is working on something behind the counter until he notices you and the girls. You give him a quick wink and he smiles at you, his name is Ben and he’s part of the cult. Despite not speaking much English his wife understands the situation. She turns dead quiet and walks into the backroom. She’s not part of the cult but knows about its motives and is in general indifferent to them because she doesn’t believe in heaven or hell. In her eyes, her husband’s cult are just a bunch of crazed sadist, and she’s all right with that.

“Hey Sharon you brought friends?”

“Yea, this is… wait who are you guys?”

“I’m Candice.” The red haired girl says.

“I’m Michelle where’s the **** dork?” The blond says.

“Right here.” Ben greets her insult with a smile. He knows the reason why you brought them here. He shows you the various **** on the shelf. They are in fact not **** in the sense you get high on them. They are **** that make people humiliate themselves; **** develop by your cult with the sole purpose of depraving people sexually. Ben reaches for a jar, which one does he give them?