Organized Chaos at the Convenience Store

Aweesuhm, snickered Cass as she rounded her wheels around the turn of the curb. Once the coast was clear, she pedaled across, pulling into the local gas station.

A butterfly tickled the tip of her ear. She swatted it away. With a meager hum escaping her throat, she approached the convenience store, taking a brisk look around.

There were two teenaged guys hanging out at the corner, on bikes of their own, the pair donned in trimly cut tanktops as they chatted away. "I wish," Cass began, "that those two guys would start feeling up each other's biceps."

The air changed with barely a motion. The young men talked while glancing and making gestures towards the arms of the other. Then, they reached out and squeezed each other's visible biceps shamelessly, laughing and throwing verbal jabs as they did. Squeeze.

Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

Now that was what you call innocent guy fun.

Nodding approvingly, Cass pulled on the door handle and semi-skipped her way in.

The attendant was an old Hispanic guy who gave Cass a brief skim of acknowledgement before returning to tending to his purse-scrounging customer. The line, meanwhile, bobbed in impatience. Meandering down one of her favorite aisles, Cass grabbed a bag of jumbo-sized cookies and glided to the back of the linear assembly of men and women, the rugged and preppy and totally-just-woke-up all represented in one good 'ol-fashioned human queue.

In front of her was a woman in a floral patterned sundress. Below the hem of her dress peeked two smooth legs clad in strappy sandals as she held her arm in wait.

Blessed with an idea, Cass spoke in her inner voice. "I wish that everytime I slap a girl's ass, she will thank me for it and ask if there's anything she could do in return, which she will mean 100% and do without any real consequence if I say yes."

Then, wasting no time, Cass brought up her hand.

SMACK!

Contact.

Her hand left vibrations running through the woman's firm cheeks as Cass withdrew her palm and stood back expectantly.

Instantly propping up on her toes, the sundress stranger before her relaxed, then looked back to Cassandra with a gratuitous smile, her mouth cracking open. "Hey! Haha. Thanks for that. It's a stinger alright," she laughed, gently rubbing the swell of her protrusive rear. "Oof." Straining her brows playfully after a brief chuckle, she went on, "Hey, you want anything? I could get something for you here pro bono. Think of it as my way of saying thanks."

"Haha, awesome." Cass blinked, head swiveling left and right. Her eyes computing integers behind the balls of her pupils. "Hmmm.... how about... ICE CREAM!"

Smiling, the woman magnanimously agreed. A minute later, she'd retrieved Cass' ice cream bar of choice, and along trudged the line.

Ding-dong.

Another minute, another set of patrons. Unseen, but the young giggles making their presence known gave little doubt as to the store's new contents.

Hm. But what if they were, like, little Frankensteins, or something.

"I wish that the people that just walked into the store were all really hot," wished Cass, satisfied with her tactical smarts as the murmurs grew in volume behind her. She glanced back to see three more teenagers settle into the back of the needlessly stagnant line. One was a white blonde with a killer body in shorts, the other a cute, tan-skinned Asian with a flattering skirt just mid-thigh, and a guy with a model face and slender but cut looking physique. All of them had some kind of snack in their hands. The guy was clasping a goofy hat, possibly for kicks, possibly to actually buy.

Cass narrowed his eyes.

Nah, he wasn't buyin' that.

Or maybe he was.

Would a dude like him really buy a hat like that?

Well. Maybe the dude before this dude. A probably much inferior looking dude. Much less hot dude. Maybe okay, dorky, run of the mill, but totally not poster boy dude.

"...and then, it was Sunday. And I was like, no snitch, no hombre!" the blonde cracked, straight, thick hair grazing her shoulder.

On cue, the trio burst into laughter, which was hot. They tried to stop laughing, which was also hot. Man, they really were some good-lookin' thangs!

"I wish they would all spank themselves with the items they're holding."

Laughter dying down, the three then used their bag of chips, orange juice bottle, and goofy hat to give their arses a hard, air-splitting smack on the glutes.

"Ow!" laughed the blonde.

"Eugh." The Asian girl grinned, sheepishly.

"Ervmm," groaned the cute guy.

Barely able to keep her eyes from bugging out, Cass chortled out an audible "HA!" A chunk of people turned to stare at her, teen trio included.

"What?" Cass asked, innocently.

"Could you keep it down back there?" grunted a burly bald feller. A gaze of disdain colored his brow. Cass looked at him blankly as she popped a cookie into her mouth. Who raised this poor bastard.

"Uhhh." She shrugged, blinking. "Okay."

Disdain, multiplied. "This fucking generation." Burly bald guy shook his head, facing forward. This seemed like the signal for everyone to follow suit as they all returned to their business. The woman in the sundress was the only one to look back with a small, half-apologetic smile, before swinging her head forward once more.

Huff. Cass swallowed, then after a burp, searched for something to swallow her chocolate chunks down with. Bingo, she thought, eyes resting on the orange juice the blonde behind her was holding.

"Hey, can I have that?" asked the girl in her frumpy jacket, gesturing to the hot blonde's intended purchase.

The blonde was about to tell Cass off, only to stop. A couple fell into line behind them as, clearing her throat, the young lady gave Cass a coy look. "Why, you thirsty?"

"Yup!" replied Cass, wholeheartedly.

"Oooh, did you hear that? She's thirsty, Sam," shot the Asian girl. The two glanced at each other and laughed. They gave Cass another look. And look-over. The Asian's hands were clutching her skirt, and were pulling them up an inch or two up on her thigh and against both, showcasing the fit outlines of her two stalks as she bounced her back upon a shelf.

Sam, the blonde, was in a spontaneous stretch. "Yeah, I heard her." Casting her eyes down to her blouse, Sam casually arched her back, visibly eyeing her bosom area as if to check for a lost nugget of gold in there. "Ugh, my back." Reaching behind her to rub the curve of her back, the result was her jutting her chest out even more while their guy friend stood back on his phone, playing Tetris.

The two kept this up for a while until, finally, Cass blurted out, "So can I have the orange juice?"

"You're a real team player," smirked Sam as she finished stretching, sighed, and, out of nowhere, gave one of her breasts an ample squeeze, looking up at Cass as she did.

Man, her body is a firecracker, thought the girl.

"Here ya go, sister," tossed Sam. Cass caught the orange juice with a surprisingly deft hand. Whether the blonde was satisfied with her game or was simply acting out of charity, she looked content at Cass' look of delight. "You should go out in cooler clothing, you know," pointing to Cass' somewhat discordant garb. "Like a tanktop, shorts or something."

"Yeah," agreed the Asian girl with a nod. "You'd look super good in shorts. Don't you think, Sam?"

"Totally. Some tight cheeks peeking out." The teens snickered again. Was everything an inside joke to these ladies? "You know!" Upon meeting Cass' eyes, she explained, "To get the breeze through and stuff."

"Do you work out, stay fit?" inquired the tan girl, pulling up her skirt against her thighs a little higher.

"You should come with Fia to the gym some day," Sam spurred along, "she could always use a good partner."

Cass blinked, then grinned. "Sure. But I just wish your gym had that totally reasonable clause that only allowed women to work out in sporty thongs, though the usual tops are okay."

"Ding ding, my gym has exactly that policy!"

"Awesome!" Laughing, Cass then turned around, and announced, "I wish everyone here would do nothing but fantasize about each other silently for 30 minutes!"

"Oh," chimed the woman in front of her. "Your ice cream?"

"Don't worry gal," Cass assured, "you can have it. I wish you'd stick it up your bum, actually."

She smiled again. "Not a problem!" she obliged as she flipped her dress up to apply the unconventional topical.

"What the--"

Before Sam could finish, Cass rolled her eyes. "I wish all my wish stuff was accepted as normal by everyone. And that no one heard it when I did wish for stuff."

This caused the bystanders to relax, and finally, Cass looked back at the three teens with a mischievous glimmer. "Wanna head to the gym right now? I really want to, and I wish you'd all really want to too."

Fia looked at Sam, and Sam at Fia. Then, "Hell yeah, that's where were we heading later anyway." Sam stretched out a hand. "Sam."

"Fia."

Cass accepted their introductions then lobbed a finger at the boy. "Hey, I wish you wanted to fuck me silly and was driven crazy about it but would never admit it. I ALSO wish I could make any guy feel that way when I say the word 'Potatoes.'"

As if he was just shot in the shoulder with a 5mm, the guy noticed Cass for the first time and dropped his phone. Awkwardly, he picked it back up, apologized, and found himself back in the real world, eyes upon what could only be described as a fuckable, totally sex-worthy goddess -- but otherwise a weirdly aura'd girl who probably would best be avoided at any price. And why was she wearing a jacket in a sunny day?

Maybe it was for the sunburn.

Suddenly, he cleared his throat, slumped his shoulders, and kept his eyelids middled as he gave her a cool nod. "Oh. Hey. I'm Cole."

Cass smiled. "Nice to meetchya Cole."

Then, with the formalities out of the way, the four took their stuff and exited the store.

"But how are we gonna--"

Cass interrupted her with a prompt dismissal. "They're all outta commission for like a half-hour." Digging into her bag for her final cookie while wedging her OJ between her side and arm, Cass winked. "Trust me, things taste way better when ya get them for free!"

"Yeah," Cole span his stringy headwear on a finger, "like this neat hat!"

After calling him an idiot ('She said "taste", retard.'), his blonde friend snatched the hat and ran for their car. Fia and Cole chased after her. "Come on!" Fia grabbed Cass' arm and the four of them raced inside the sedan, giggles galore.