Walter

Just as the magical wishbone hit the floor, the bus hit a small bump in the road. The bone bounced a few more feet at the foot of Walter who was sitting in the seat, letting his newly rejuvenated wife ride him. The way that that punk kid immediately tried to pull out of his Asian slut, who loved getting railed by her roommate's strap-on and group sex with Brad (Walter was sure of that, but how Walter knew that, and who Brad was, he wasn't 100% clear) and reach for the bone, he knew it had to have something to do with the kid's amazing power. Luckily, the slut didn't let him away easy and Walter was so much closer.

For a guy his age, bending done like this in his seat was no easy task, but he didn't become THE Walter K. Lafourche, king of the ball bearings industry without some hard work. He just had it in hand by the time the punk kid had gotten disentangled from his slut and approaching him like the kid was going hit him. "I wouldn't, ya punk. I did three tours in 'Nam, and I ain't scared of a scrawny shit like you!" The little bone throbbed, and a look of panic overtook the kid.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said, not knowing how right he was. "All of this power, and all you're doing is getting yer dick wet?" He didn't feel the least bit hypocritical even though his wife was riding him vigorously as he said it. "I'm gonna make a new empire! Get back at every single son-of-a-bitch who wronged me!"

He took a look at the fine pieces of ass assembled here on the bus, "And get my dick wet! Kids today, no ambition, I tell you. Busdriver, stop this bus!"

After a moment, the bus pulled over and came to a rest. They were still downtown. Walter shot his wad, deep inside his wife's gash. The punk kid sat there, still looking scared of Walter. The other kids kept fucking. He gave them a bit of time while he caught his breath. When they kept going, he arched an eyebrow, and the goofy kid pulled out his (surprisingly large) dick, and sprayed the blonde slut in the tits. The dykes came to a halt too.

"Alright, if I'm going to be an emperor, I'm gonna need a harem. Blondie, Asian chick, you're with us. Get dressed" They both tried, though the blonde's shirt was ripped, and nothing the Asian slut had fit her.

"What about me?" the goofy kid said.

"Get lost, both of you," Walter barked. He squeezed the bone and felt it throb. Both of the young gentlemen stripped down naked, and with their clothes tucked beneath their arms, marched off into the street. They then started to sing "When the Saints Go Marching In" loudly and off-key.

He looked at the couple of girls who were doing lesbian stuff together (Walter didn't really know the terms). Three was plenty to start out with, and probably the most he could fit in his car. "Busdriver, take us back to our cars." Who gave a shit about some tour, he had an empire to build.

Finally, as the bus turned around and headed back to where they had started, he said to Elahe and Ms. Bendover, "I'm not always sure what's a tipping situation and what ain't, but, uh, the pair of you, you both gotta do what the bus driver says. If you wanna do your lesbian stuff too, well, that's fine, but do what he says." Seemed like a good tip to Walter.