Michelle, an apparent genius

As I enjoyed the show, I remembered a bit from my uncle's letter that I never thought to try until now. He mentioned that everyone would know about anything influenced by the ring. That the universe would rearrange itself to make something true. Could the ring change someone just by gossip? I could probably do most anything I wanted remotely, as long as there was someone to ask questions of.

I pondered about who would be a good test case. Maybe Michelle? I met her in college, but I never knew her too well, personally. Ended up graduating suma cum laude, I think. Don't remember the major. Physics, maybe?

No sense in waiting, I figured. Lizzi was right here, why not add some conversation to her twerking practice. "What about Michelle? Remember her?"

Not missing a clap, Lizzi nodded. "Yeah, I think so. You mentioned her once or twice before. Never met her though, I moved away before then."

"Right, that makes sense." This ring does wonders. Don't think I ever actually brought her up with Lizzi, but my memory's fallible. Enough wiggle room to produce memories where there shouldn't be any. "Well, I'm pretty sure I could score with her."

Briefly stopping her routine to crouch into a better position, Lizzi replied. "Oh? And how do you figure?"

"Well, don't you think it's crazy a bimbo like her graduated with latin distinction? She sure sounded like a ditz whenever you heard about her, didn't she?" Time to begin the experiment, proper.

"Oh, yeah. Total airhead. I always figured her family was rich, and they bribed whoever they had to for her to get that level of treatment." Lizzi nodded, getting back into a rhythm.

"Well, she never could have kept an actual job if she didn't have the skills to back it up, right? Think she maybe is looking for a stable living situation?" I tried to set up the scenario I was envisioning.

*clap clap clap* "No way she got a job as a cashier, let alone in research." *clap clap clap* "Poor girl might be having some hard times coming into contact with reality after college." *clap clap clap*

I gave Lizzi a quick swat on the ass. She was getting pretty good at this. I got a giggle in response, and I continued. "So what if I called her and offered a job as my personal whore? She'd be thrilled to take me up on it, don't you think?"

With a glance behind her, Lizzi said "I bet she would, but I'd find that a little degrading. Don't you feel like you'd be taking advantage of her?"

Hm. Lizzi still had some morals. I did love that about her. I could maybe change that someday, for a thrill. I seemed to have abandoned mine by now, after all. But just a tweak seems fine right now. "Nah. Besides, haven't you been watching all those videos about how sex work is nothing to be ashamed of? Weren't they persuasive?"

With a sigh, Lizzi said "You're right. She'll be doing good work keeping you happy and satisfied. I think you should go for it. Get yourself another pussy to enjoy." She punctuated the last bit by clamping her asscheeks together and turning around with a grin. Seems she has had enough practice for the day, and had no reservations about her boyfriend getting a free use prostitute for himself.

Eager to see the results of my testing, I asked "Remember her number? I seem to have misplaced it."

Surprised with herself, Lizzi said "I do actually! I looked her up one night and found that she posted her number online somewhere. Here, let me write it down."

As she walked off, I couldn't help but feel the need to luxuriate in my apparent power. "How'd you like to have that well-exercised ass filled with my cock before I give her a call?"

With a coy hum, Lizzi bent over a table with a paper and pen. "That sounds lovely, but I still haven't written her number. Maybe I'll just have to take my sweet time with it..."