Let’s get some cash!

“So now people will do whatever I say, yeah?” Johnny asked, surveying his newfound powers as casually as if he was confirming a check-in time. Being freed of fear had left him thoroughly unconcerned or suspicious at all about the vision of beauty who had appeared in a puff of smoke to fulfill his wildest dreams; he just wanted to know how to have the most fun.

“You got it, stupid,” Jeannie yawned, arching her back so her heavy tits strained the jewel-lined scarves they were wrapped in. “Everyone you speak to will respond to your beck & call. Or your cock & balls. Hah!”

She took a playful swing towards Johnny’s groin, expecting him to flinch. Robbed of his worries, however, he did not. His knees buckled as the tips of her manicured fingers flicked against his nuts, collapsing beneath him in a heap.

“Dude! What the fuck?” he moaned from the floor. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”

“No more wishes, remember? And your powers don’t work on me, dummy,” she scoffed.

“It’s a figure of speech! I just mean, like… please don’t sack tap me?”

Jeannie rolled her eyes & sighed playfully. “Fine! Fair enough, that was a dick move. I forgot your dodging instinct probably sucks ass now.” She giggled & prodded his balled-up form with her foot. “It was pretty funny though, I was making a pun or whatever. But I’m totally right, aren’t I? Don’t you wanna go use your newfound skills to get some pussy?”

Johnny grinned. Pussy did sound pretty good. Still, there were other earthly desires on his mind.

“Yeah, let’s go get some ass! Good thinking Jeannie. Do you mind if we just stop to get some cash first?”

Jeannie scoffed, as though genuinely disappointed in such an uncreative answer. “Cash! What do you need money for? You can ask for absolutely anything you want & people have to give it to you!”

“Okay, sure. That’s cool for blowjobs or whatever, but what if I want to order a pizza? Do I just call them up like ‘Yo! Give me a pizza’?”

“Literally yes. Dumbass. Why is pizza a higher priority than free blowjobs?”

Johnny protested further. “Okay, true. But what if I wanna give the pizza girl a big tip? Besides this di— ayyy!” His ‘suck it’ crotch-chopping motion barely protected him from a second strike from Jeannie, this one perhaps more merited.

Jeannie sighed & gave in. “Fine. Money is boring, but it is fun to, uhh, how do you say…” — she fumbled in her purse for a moment before producing an improbably large wad of single dollar bills — “…make it rain?” She snapped off the rubber band containing the cash & sprayed Johnny with a magical stream of dirty money that would make any MTV rap video jealous.

“Great!!” Johnny beamed, extending a hand to protect his face from the cashflow. “Let’s go to the bank, they’ve got a super cute teller.”