Something for Amy.

I thought for a while about what I should do with the rest of my day. I could go and find another way to make money, even apply for a job like I had promised Mom, but all I could think about was my urgent need to cum.

Getting Tiff and Kirsty’s numbers reminded me that I hadn’t even bothered to wank this morning, and my growing excitement about my ‘date’ with Amy tomorrow also jostled to the forefront of my mind.

I decided that, if it really was a date, it would be best not to turn up empty handed. I headed into the shopping district of the city, scanning each storefront and dismissing their contents. I may have lurked a little longer in front of Victoria’s Secret, but I dismissed the idea of buying her lingerie as vaguely creepy and hopelessly optimistic.

Instead, as I was walking past a selection of upmarket clothing retailers, a display of jewellery caught my eye. Engagement rings, wedding rings, bracelets and necklaces all glimmered in the sunlight.

In the top left of the window, hanging from a hook, a white gold necklace embellished with a matching white gold ‘Best Sister’ gained my attention. I knew for a fact that Amy would love it, and she would also love showing it off to both Mom and Nadine.

I stepped through the door and into the shop. Along the right side, display cases filled with all manner of expensive jewellery walled off the shop. At the counter the assistant stood, a woman in her mid 30s with a tight bun of black hair. Her gracious smile widened as I entered, and she fussed with her clothes as she patted down any signs of creasing. I noticed that her top three buttons were undone, and the light blue fabric of her blouse revealed a scintillating display of bosom. Her makeup was pristine, dark eye shadow and glossy red lips had me thinking of her on her knees.

“Good morning, sir,” she said.

“Good morning,” I began, “I’d like to buy the necklace in the window, white gold chain, ‘Best Sister’ embellishment.”

“Ah yes, one moment,” she replied, quickly heading to the back of the window display and opening a panel, she reached inside, bending over and giving me a glimpse of small, pert bottom as her skirt rose higher, and grabbed the necklace that I had mentioned.

She held the jewellery up in her hand and gestured to me.

“Is this the one, sir?”

“It is,” I replied, “how much do you want for it?”

“It’s $400 dollars.”

She must have seen my reaction, because her arm retracted slightly as I goggled at the price. $400 was a lot of money, even with my newly found wealth. Yet, my instincts told me that I would regret not buying it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wad of money, quickly thumbing four of the crisp bills that I had taken from the asshole in the coffee shop.

The cashier smiled, relieved that she had gotten the sale.

“Would sir like a gift box?” she asked, “it’s only $5 extra.”

“Why not?” I smiled, Amy was worth it.

The cashier grabbed a beautiful box and placed the necklace delicately inside. The box snapped shut with a gentle clap noise and she passed it over to me.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, “please consider us for any and all of your jewellery needs.”

I headed out of the shop, sticking the necklace in my free pocket as I turned towards the exit of the shopping district.

A car pulled up to the shop with a screech and three men barrelled out of the passenger doors, all wearing balaclavas. One stayed in the car, his face also covered as he looked through the rear-view mirror directly towards me.

I sprinted around the corner into an alleyway, getting out of his line of sight and looking like a man that did not want any trouble. I stopped dead in my tracks next to a dumpster, acting on instinct once again, and wished my power to activate.

I disrobed quickly, stashing my clothes inside the dumpster.

I wasn’t thinking by this point, just reacting to circumstances, and I ran out of the alley and back towards the car.

The man was still waiting, and from inside the store I could hear shouting and the smashing of glass. This was getting intense.

I reached through the drivers window, grabbing the back of the mans head and smashing it repeatedly against the window frame. He grunted, shocked by the ****, and I drove my fist hard into the side of his temple. His eyes closed and he slumped forward.

Then, not thinking of the risk, I headed to the door. Inside I could see two of the three men in balaclavas filling duffel bags with the contents of the now smashed display cases, and, over an area of un-smashed counter, the third had the cashier, hands now tied behind her back, bent over as he began ripping the seat of her now exposed underwear. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. He’d knocked her out first.

I opened the door and rushed into the room as all of the men turned at the sound, seeing nothing there they all went back to what they were doing. Satisfied that they suspected nothing I looked around for anything that I could use to end their robbery. There were no cameras in the small store, and I could hear no sound of alarm that would alert the neighboring stores or the police.

Behind the counter I found what I wanted, a baseball bat stood upright by the corner of the till, and I wondered for a second whether the cashier would have even been able to use it if she had had the chance.

I grabbed it and quickly swung for the closest man, hitting him in the side of the head and watching him drop like a sack of shit. The second turned, hearing his friends body hit the floor, and walked right into my next swing. The third reached for his gun, grabbing its handle just as my last swing caught him underneath his chin.

They all lay sprawled on the floor as I dropped the bat, two unmoving and the third gurgling out of his broken jaw. The robbery was over.

I checked the cashier, and saw that she was awake again, eyes staring wide at the supernatural display I was now sure she had just witnessed.

I moved quickly to her side, seeing her eyes widen in terror as she heard me move towards her. I bent low so that my mouth was next to her ear and thought about what I would say.

“I’ve just saved you from these men, you do not need to be afraid,” I whispered.

She looked even more terrified than before.

“Do you own this business?” I asked.

She nodded from her bent over position, not willing to make a sound.

“I’m going to cut you loose, but first, I need you to promise me something.”

“Ye-Yes, anything,” she quivered.

“You will not mention what you saw, to anyone, understand?” I began, “and you will reward your saviour.”

She nodded hastily, not thinking about the implications of what I was saying.

Seeing her exposed holes my cock was stiffening, and I gently rubbed its head against her still quivering entrance.

Her eyes bulged and her body stiffened as she began to understand what I intended, but, with a look of resignation and defeat, she relaxed onto the counter and opened her legs wider.

“P-p-please, please be gentle,” she whispered.

I grinned to myself, feeling my cock twitch with her submission.

I pressed the head of my dick into her pussy, surprised to find it soaking wet. Thrusting forward I buried myself inside her, grabbing a hold of her bindings for leverage as I began to slowly build up my pace.

She moaned, readjusting her legs to give me a better angle, and I took that as my hint to pick up my speed. I thrusted faster and faster, hearing her panting build as she slowly began to approach orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh, mmmpf,” she moaned as her hot cunt gripped tighter and tighter on my cock.

With a final, violent thrust I busted inside her, feeling my balls tighten as every drop of cum in my body left me and entered her constricting hole.

She squealed, slumping back down onto the counter with a satisfied moan.

I bent low and began whispering in her ear.

“They’ll never believe you if you tell them, best to just act like you brained all four of them.”

“Four?” she whispered in surprise.

“The driver is having a little sleep outside.”

“Thank you,” she sighed.

I checked the men in the shop, satisfied that they were not likely to get up any time soon, and grabbed a flick knife from one of their pockets. I cut the binds that held the cashier’s hands together and she turned around, shocked to see nothing more than a floating knife.

I dropped it, backing away from the cashier as she began straightening her clothes.

I opened the door and ran towards the alley, grabbing my clothes and hastily putting them on as I deactivated my invisibility. I checked both pockets, happy to feel what was left of my cash in one and the reassuring weight of the necklace box in the other.

It felt good to act like a superhero, and I replayed in my mind, again and again, the satisfying thuds of the criminal’s faces being smashed with the bat. I’d enjoyed baseball at school, and I was glad to see that I wasn’t too rusty with the lack of practice.

I headed towards the train station, I’d done more than enough for one day, and I still had a lot more money than what I started with. All in all, my journey had been a complete success.