Follow Bernice and the Staffer

"So that doesn't, like, burn energy or mana or something to just levitate like this?" The staffer asked as they drifted through the department store and toward the rear stocking area.

"Oh, yes!" The witch in purple said. "Very much, hun, but it's like cash flow. As long as what you have coming in exceeds what you have going out...you're always going to be rich, baby." The woman grinned.

"I can't believe we're flying, it's just..." The staffer trailed off when she was distracted by what looked like two younger women and a line of ghostly dancing outfits surrounding three scared-looking young men. The witch noticed what had diverted her attention.

"See something interesting, dear?" The witch asked as the staffer was drawn away from the sightline of the encounter she'd been watching.

"You're...specifically going after guys?" The staffer asked. The witch smiled at her.

"We go after whatever we want, darling. Whatever we think merits going after. We went after your boyfriend because of his...interesting tenacity. We went after you because your inner charm pairs well with our gifts." A pair of double doors at the end of a long main aisle burst open on their own as the pair drifted toward them. The staffer could hear muffled pleas elsewhere in the stock area.

"He's um, not really my-"

"Boyfriend? Of course not, dear. You were obviously working today, and he was here to return some things. Still, you sized him up when you dared him to tackle you, did you not?"

Janine had blocked the way on the escalator inside the store, out of some strange sense of duty to any customers trying to wander back up toward the strange things happening. The tall guy who blew past her didn't take her seriously when she tried to convince him to evacuate, and in the moment she was more annoyed by that than anything else...but he was cute.

"And now you don't have to settle for 'boyfriend' with mister tall cutey. He can be whatever you want him to be."

Janine eyed the witch as she effortlessly drifted them toward their destination. She wasn't as fearful of her captors anymore...they seemed sort of nice, actually...but she still had no idea what was going on here. Was she just told she could do whatever she wanted with the dude that slighted her?

"What do you mean 'whatever I want him to be'?" Janine asked.

"I mean that joining our club has all sorts of benefits to get things going your way," the witch said. "I'm Bernice, by the way."

"Uhm, Janine," The brown-haired staffed responded. "It's nice to meet you...and to be invited to your club, I guess, but..."

"Do you have to sell your soul to me and junk?" Bernice laughed. "I've never heard someone actually think in old valley," she said.

"Old habits," Janine said. "Wait, you can hear my thoughts?"

"The unguarded, really loud ones?! Oh yeah. That doesn't mean I know all your inner secrets, or something." Bernice turned in the air and held up her hands to Janine. "Oh, crap. Don't focus on your inner secrets, I didn't mean to prompt you!"

Janine took this direction to heart, thinking about the guy she encountered again.

"That's right, think happy thoughts! No, you don't have to sell me your soul, dear. All you have to do is promise never to fight us or any other woman in our club."

"But...what's your club?" Janine asked as they began to slow outside a small, windowed office. "I mean, what are you doing here at the mall?"

"It seemed like a good place to start establishing our new order..." Bernice smiled. "Well, you know, as good as any." She held her palms out, and she and Janine slowly met the ground again. Janine's feet tingled from being subject to gravity again.

"New order...like, new world order?" Janine asked.

"Oh, no. That’s a bit melodramatic, and honestly…that would come with so much more maintenance than we’d like.” She said. “Though I suppose if girls like you take on that ambition, we probably wouldn’t try and stop you.” Bernice snapped her fingers, and the handle to the office door turned.

As the door opened, Janine let out a little gasp as she saw what was going on in the office.

“She’s absolutely scrumptious, B,” Said a woman in the office, levitating cross-legged above a desk. She was dressed in hot pink pantyhose and a tight black PVC skirt, hiked up by her choice of pose. She was entirely topless, and to say that her breasts were impressive would have been an understatement. She was still, but her breasts seemed to ungulate and sway on their own.

It wasn’t seeing this that Janine first reacted to. On the opposite wall of the woman was an entirely naked, blindfolded and gagged man, spread-eagle and looking like he was physically stuck to the wall. His cock stood straight out in front of him, and it looked like it was being gripped and tugged by a very insistent invisible hand. The hand apparently belonged to the woman’s pink satin blouse, which hovered next to the man near his midsection.

An unpadded black bra bounced over to the doorway and seemed to examine Janine with an up and down ‘look’. It obviously also belonged to the woman since it mimicked her enormous breasts.

“Uhh, maybe this isn’t for me,” the staffer said, looking at the man on the wall. It was the General Manager of the store, Janine’s boss’ boss. He always seemed like a guy who took care of himself, but she didn’t expect a guy in his 40s to look so tone.

“Nonsense!” The woman laughed, raising her hand to the door. Janine squeaked a little as she was lifted from the ground again and pulled into the office. “You don’t have to engage in physical contact with the fueling agent if you don’t want to, darling. Your comfort is a must, so we have many, many ways of making this work…but you have accepted our offer, and we simply MUST empower you now. Especially now that I’ve seen your wonderful, wonderful imagination.”

“My imagination?” Janine said. She pointlessly tried to steady herself as she drifted into the space. Now she could see more. The hovering woman was an absolutely flawless black-haired 20-something, and her eyes were closed. In fact, she hadn’t so much as moved her head or looked about the room since the office door opened.

The man seemed to try to say something under his gag, but they were sounds instead of words.

“Oooh, he recognizes your voice! This might be more fun than usual. You know this man, yes?” The new witch asked.

“From her dress I would say she’s his employee,” Bernice added, smirking in the doorway as she played with the hovering black bra. The bra seemed content having its hollow cups squeezed, pushing against Bernice’s fingertips like a loyal pet. The other witch laughed.

“Even better…” She growled. “This your boss, honey?” Janine stared at the guy again. She couldn’t help but examine every part of him.

“It’s, um…my supervisor’s boss,” Janine said.

“I have never known middle-management types to hone their bodies like this,” The witch said. “He’s rather exquisite, yes?”

“Um…yuh,” Janine said, a little shy. “Yeah, he works out for sure.” Both witches laughed. The man’s cock was gently arced upward, and he winced a little as invisible fingers squeezed his tip.

“No no no no no, darling. I know those lovely balls are full-up again, but you must wait for our say-so.” The witch finally opened her eyes, looking at Janine directly. Janine’s gaze was almost forcefully brought to hers, the witch’s eyes glowing Amethyst as she searched Janine’s face. She simply started laughing. “Now now, new girl…you don’t have to decline your appetites to seem polite. Not here.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Janine asked.

“You are considering the implications of allowing that wonderful cock to fuck you, yes? That can be the ritual, if you like.” In the doorway, Bernice licked her lips.

“Or I can ride our steed here, and you can watch. If you’d prefer, Melinda and I can both have our way with him together, and you can simply absorb the whole experience psychically. The ritual is quite flexible…the only stipulation is that you and our fueling agent both surrender to your sexual releases. Like Mel said, you don’t have to touch a single body if you’d prefer not to.” Bernice stepped in the office door, which shut itself.

“And…and this is the, um…process…to getting your gifts?” Janine asked. The woman nodded.

“Oh yes, darling. Their tension—sexual attraction, fear, anticipation, excitement—they all fuel us beautifully, but we require an orgasm from them to initiate another.”

“Now, my adorable novice, what would you prefer?” Melinda asked, her crystalline purple eyes shining into Janine’s. She cooed a little, feeling a gentle pressure playing against her clit.

“I…ungh…is that—”

“Just letting your panties warm you up a little,” Melinda smiled. “Make this yours, child. You clearly like his body, and you’ve not a modicum of envy for ours…so this could be very, very enriching.”

“Your bodies are absolutely gorgeous,” Janine smiled a little. “It’s just that—” She felt her jaw snap shut as the woman winked at her.

“Ah ah ah, my novice. Not another word of doubt or protest. There is nothing to consider here beyond telling your new sisterhood what you want of your initiation—and how you want him,” Melinda said. “You may open your mouth again only to tell us.”

Janine knew they could read her mind to some extent. What was the point? Melinda laughed.

“The point is that you say the words aloud to start the ritual,” Melinda answered her thought. “When you do, reality will obey you for the very first time.”

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