Cause and Effect

"Great." You say like a bad actor. "I swear I didn't know you were married. I feel like a complete idiot."

Priya blushes "Oh don't be like that. Honest, I'm flattered and it's nice to know I'm still attractive."

Your mind screams <Attractive?!? Oh man!!> "So we're cool as friends?" You meekly ask.

"Of course." Priya goes to kiss you on the cheek but you move around and kiss her fully on the lips with tongue and a decent bit of ass fondling for a good minute until you finally break it off. Priya catches her breath and goes back to sit at her desk to resume work, completely naked. "Hey we'll talk later." You leave Priya's cubicle with unbounded energy.

This is first time you've been in the friend zone and were able to fuck a friend with no consequences. Your mind races with possibilities to all of what you could do. You could just walk into a bank and take money right of the vault after you fuck a teller or three. But then what the hell would you really need money for since you don't have to pay for anything. You can just take anything you wanted.

So for the next few minutes you walk around the office trying to see if you can get a rise out of anyone. You give Pamela a good slap on her ass, after giving her a real good hello fondling of her tits, as she walks by you. Nothing.

You pop into the break room and take a bite of food from your coworker's hands and give it back to them. They kept eating it. Nothing.

For a while thinking to yourself. <Everything I do is fine with everyone. I can do no wrong. Okay, that would mean my effects, my direct outcomes are perfectly normal. That's why Priya walking around naked is okay because I took off her clothes. Hmm, what about indirect outcomes. What if I set up a cause for a desired effect. Would that effect be perfectly normal. Hmmmmm.>

Going about the work floor, you spot Brenda standing by the copier working on something. She never cared for you. Always politely hostile ever since you accidentally spilled that coffee on her right before a meeting a while back.

"Hey Brenda, doing okay today?" You ask politely.

Without looking at you. "Whatever Nick, I'm busy." Brenda doesn't even extend her chest so you could cop a hello feel.

"Whatcha got going today?"

With an impatient exhale. "Look I don't have the time to talk to you. I have a presentation to give in 2 minutes and I need to fine tune it. So if you don't mind, fuck off." Brenda looks back at her papers and starts organizing them.

Taken aback from her abruptness. "Geez."

Quickly going around the nearby cubicles, you find a jar of ICY HOT balm. Brenda was now just outside the conference room getting ready to go in. "Hey Brenda hold up."

Brenda turns your way. "Nick, how many do I have to tell you to fuck off." As she blathers on telling you how important this presentation is to her, you were able to open her blouse to apply a nice bit of ICY HOT around her tits and then button her blouse back up. For good measure you lifted her skirt and daubbed some more around around her crotch and ass cheeks.

Lifting your hands up in surrender. "Hey I'm sorry. Good luck."

Brenda rolls her eyes. "Whatever."

Brenda walks into the conference room with you following behind. You spot an attractive brunette you don't know sitting at the far end of the room. Without saying a word, you pull her out of her seat then sit down with her on top of your lap. You help yourself to a handful of her tits after popping a few buttons open.

Brenda quickly introduces herself to everyone in the room and dives right into her presentation. "Good morning. I'm Brenda Greenwood and I would like to propose the follow to you." The first two minutes go well for her. Everyone is paying attention to all of the details. Then that's when you spot it. A small tic, a twitch of discomfort at the corner of her lip. "ahhh so I ppropposeah is weee sell our...." Brenda's eyes are wide then all of a sudden her eyes bug out.

Brenda quickly turns her back to her audience. Her heart racing with fear. <What The Fuck!!> She tries to rub her tits through the blouse with her forearm but it just makes things worse. Since she's braless, her nipples are hard from the heat and light rubbing are poking her blouse for all to see.

"Miss Greenwood, is everything alright?" Said your big boss."

"Uhh, um yes sir." She said nervously.

"Then please continue."

The combination of her tits feeling like they're on fire with a touch of stage fright, Brenda's face turns red with sweat. "Yesss sssir." Brenda puts on a smile and moves on to face the crowd. "We selll our asss...." Her smile turns into a wide horrible rictus. The muscles in her neck knot up as she feels the fire from the balm kick on in her pussy and ass. Brenda balls up then suddenly leaps forward ripping her blouse open and grabs a pitcher of water from the table. "MY TITS ARE ON FIRE!!" She screams out and pours the water all over her, then she's frantically rubs her tits on top of the table. Her hands yanks up the back of her skirt to futilely rub herself some relief. Everyone in the room screams and jumps back from Brenda.

You leap up from your chair spilling your lap candy to the floor. "YES!! That's what I wanted to see!" Laughing out loud.

The room quickly empties out. Brenda is hysterical at what just happened while lying on the floor rubbing against the carpet. It looks like your lap candy is also rubbing her tits. Oh, that's because you wiped your hands clean on her tits. Your mind is racing with what just happened. You look at the ring. <This must be how it's like to be a gremlin. All those myths of invisible little things causing mischievous woe. It could have been other people who've had this, and maybe other rings out there for who knows how long.>

That's when you run into buddy Matt.

"Sorry Matt, didn't mean to run into you."

Matt looked at you quizzically. "What?"

"Hey, you have that hundred bucks you owe me. I could really use it." Granted you don't need money anymore but hey he still owes you.

"Nah man, things have been tight lately. Been taking Sharon and her sister Karen who's in town out to eat out past couple of days. Been tapped out for a while, sorry man." He shrugs.

Matt has owed you that money for over a month and he swore he'd pay you back two weeks ago. So you reach into Matt's pocket and pull out his wallet. Inside you find out he's been bullshitting you because he's got $800 bucks plus in it. So you pocket the money and thump the wallet against Matt's chest. "Dick." With a disgusted look.

"Oh shit I have to go. I'm meeting Sharon and Karen at the Gridiron for lunch." Matt dashes away and you notice you are feeling a bit peckish.