Helpful Girls in Line

Jeannie clapped her hands with glee, causing her sizeable tits to bounce hypnotically. “Nice work, dummy — now that you’ve made an innocent bystander lose all dignity on their way to cash a check, do you believe your powers of suggestion work?”

Johnny scratched his head, idly watching the man throbbing & moaning on the floor before the gathered crowd. “Yeah, it definitely seems to work! Pretty cool I guess. I probably should’ve used it on a girl, though…”

As if on cue, two of the girls in line stepped forward to confront him. They were clearly art students at the local college, with paint-covered denim & enough tattoos between them for two punk bands. The apparent leader, Helen, had strawberry red hair cut into ultra short bangs & an unwaveringly intense gaze that made her unnerving to make eye contact with. This piercing stare had been leveled at the kneeling businessman unable to stop pumping his cock, but gave him a flash of reprieve as she blinked up at Johnny with a question.

“You make him do this?” she asked bluntly.

“Err… yeah, guess so.”

“Huh. Okay. You & him into public stuff, huh? I’m not here to judge, but you should really—“

“Aaahh no no no-“ Johnny waved the question away with his hands as Jeannie snickered behind him, “I don’t even know that dude, he was just being rude, and, uh… things got kind of literal.” The girls nodded slowly, despite his explanation being totally worthless. He tried to clarify: “I got this weird way of convincing people to listen to what I say now. So I wanted to ask the bank for some free money, but I guess I made this guy jerk off in public along the way. You know how it is!”

The girls were ordinarily far too smart to fall for a guy telling them he could magically produce money, but due to the presence of actual magic, what he had said seemed perfectly sensible. The second girl, Diana, (a tall hiker with a roman nose & fit thighs) nodded as though they were at a party & Johnny had told a story about his roommate. “Yeah, totally… we’ve all been there.”

“Have we?” Helen asked distantly, her cold voice unsure why she believed him.

“Listen, we get it. Totally see that. But you did kind of put this guy in an embarrassing spot, could you get him to stop?”

Jeannie frowned. “Boooo! Don’t blue ball him! And don’t try to buy him off with more money either, that’s boring. Somebody’s gotta cum.”

The man, who had been aching & grunting uncontrollably for the duration of the conversation, gave Jeannie a look of thankful adoration followed by another pitiful moan. She rolled her eyes at him. “Oh, please, it’s not out of kindness for you, jackoff. But you two, sweet girls! If you’ll be dolls & finish the job, I’ll grant a little wish for both of you.”

Helen & Diana glanced at each other, knowing somehow beyond a doubt that what Jeannie offered was true. They would get their wishes. But who gets the job done?