Swing and a miss

Our current target was a major knockout, short and curvy. I imagined how my dick would look even more massive in this girl's tiny hands, or tiny mouth, or tiny asshoookay, I'm just staring at her chest. I mean I was just reading her name tag! Claudia. Fuck she told me her name. She definitely thought I was a creep, her customer service face starting to falter. "Excuse me." I offered weakly, hardly buying it myself. "Just two waters to start." I gulped.

"Two? Oh, cuz you're 'thirsty', right? Listen if you're wanna be weird to waitresses, try the establishments across the tracks, pal" She closed her ticket book and quickly turned on her heels to get a manager, her bottom ping ponging like a Newton's cradle.

"Wait!" I panicked, feeling a quick tingle in the ring. Claudia froze mid-step, both legs at full natural extension, tightening her fit little tush for my ogling. I quickly made eye contact as she turned to face me, one hip cocked impatiently, expecting a good one. It seemed my command stopped her, but her mind was willing to stop, making it easier on my hand. "I really didn't mean anything perverted. I just..." Ok Peter, showtime. "my girlfriend just kicked me out..." I hung my head low, ignoring the obnoxious snort and slight rattle of chains across from me. "I guess I'm still used to ordering for two..." wow am I the Grammy-Award Winning 1999 Hit Song By Santana Feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty? I glance at Jeanie, mouthing the word 'smooth.' Even she looked impressed. Never in my life had I ever had such a way with words, especially to hotties. This power was making me feel more confident.

Claudia's demeanor immediately softened, her tense shoulders relaxing and her scowl melting to pity. "OMG I'm SO sorry for snapping at you. I just deal with a lot of creeps at this job." She rested a tender hand on my shoulder, and I swear I noticed her slightly squeezing the muscles there. "I'll get you your water. Just flag me down if you need anything." Her warm smile cheered me up as she turned once more to serve other tables, this time, there's a more pleasant bounce to her step, juggling her ample tush for me again.

"Wow, how much power did it take to make her believe that performance?" Jeanie burst, finally losing control of her laughter, falling into her bench of the booth. "Ahahaha! 'ordering for two.' Fucking genius." She popped back up, this time sitting on my half of the booth, casually wrapped around my arm, titfucking my tricep. "Ok I bet you gained enough strength to make every lady here cum." Her giggles finally died down enough to see me glaring at her.

"I only ordered two cuz you were sitting here! I forgot only I can see you." I huffed, happy that I wasn't outed as a pervert here too.

"Oh I can change that if you want. It's just more fun to be a fly on the wall. And now we'd just confuse the poor girl if the pathetic schlub you presented yourself as suddenly had this hot piece of ass." She punctuated her brag with a spank of her exposed cheek. "Plus, I can still interact with things as a ghost, if we want to prank someone with less ring use."

"You can do things on your own?" I'm shocked she hasn't made my life hell already.

"Sadly no." She said, stacking coffee creamers in a tall stack. "I can only interact when the Ringmaster," she gestured at me with a spoon "commands it, and when it'd funny for the readers." she finished, swinging the spoon at her cream tower, spilling its contents across the table and floor. A few nearby tables glance at me confused, and I furiously grab a handful of napkins to clean the mess, Jeanie guffawing again, back on her half of the table. "Like that, but commanding me still costs you, just less."

"Ok, I see." I hissed, avoided concerned glances at the crazy man flinging dairy. "Now behave. Before I make you." I threatened, feeling a surge of ring energy fill me with a burst of confidence. Jeanie immediately settled down, looking sheepishly down her chain top.

"Sorry, Ringmaster." Jeanie muttered, seeming sincerely guilty, a new look on her. I sighed, feeling guilt of my own.

"Sorry. This new lust energy is making me act on foreign feelings." I rub my temples pensively. "Your help would be appreciated." I looked up at her.

She nodded seriously, jiggling her whole form cutely. "You're right. I'm the ring Bitch, and you're the Ringmaster. We're a team!" I felt relieved to see her vibrant smile. "So. How about we finally do something to that server?" She bounced eagerly, looking around for our target. I spied her over Jeanie's eager head, bent slightly to serve another table. Jeanie followed my eyes, turning back with a giddy smile ":D Oooooh yes. Ok, Ringmaster, time to try a mental change. she was griping about pervy oglers, maybe she wants to show off more today, capiche?" I think I got her implication: Make her want to show off her body more, but how could I safely phrase it, and what resistance would there be?