Janie has friends coming over

"Do either of you have plans for the day," asked Janie, "Because I don't know if we can get away with going out like this."

"We?" Eric, holding the ball in his hand, looked confused. "Why would you do anything with us?"

"I agreed to show off. If you're not going to be around, I have to find a way to honor the agreement."

Jake's mind was racing. Now that his thoughts were clearer, he was worried about going too far. What would happen if he lost his powers at a bad time? Did he have them now or was that a one-night event? What would happen in public, could he make enough bets to control people? Did he have a "mana" limit?

"We don't have to go crazy with this betting thing. Maybe we even went too far already," Jake said pathetically. He pressed on, trying to fake confidence, before he could be interrupted. "We can discuss options. Janie, do you have plans?"

"Yeah, I have friends coming over right after lunch."

Eric froze and the blood drained from his face. He didn't even take the ball out to offer a protest.

Jake, already unsure of himself, was also paralyzed.

"Guys, really, Eric didn't agree to show off." Janie let out a long sigh. "Stay in your room until they're gone. You usually do anyway."

The three agreed to this plan and Jake was mostly alone with his thoughts.

Janie stayed around the kitchen while Jake and Eric ate. She was on her phone, but she frequently adjusted her posture in ways that were really distracting. First she pressed her chest out and used her forearms to push up her breasts, then a few minutes later she stood up and stretched melodramatically to get Jake's attention, then she turned and bent over with her elbows on the counter to watch dance videos while bouncing her ass rhythmically for Jake to see.

Eric tried to ignore all this, but Jake had blue balls by the time he was done eating. He went straight to the bathroom with the last bite still being chewed and he busted a nut with half a bite of burrito still in his mouth.

Janie ambushed him as he left the bathroom. She was right by the door, causing Jake to brush against her chest as he walked out. He recoiled in surprise and tried to collect his thoughts, but half his brain was stuck replaying the sensation of Janie's hard nipples brushing against Jake's upper arm through the thin fabric of her costume.

"W-What-Why you," Jake stammered.

Janie responded with a calm, evil grin and some quick fake-innocent blinks.

"You're making me uncomfortable on purpose," Jake blurted out.

"You noticed. Good."

"Are you pissed off?"

Janie scrunched up her face and got lost in thought. It was a harder question than Jake expected.

"I... No... Losing bets isn't as fun as winning, I guess, but I don't want to be a bad sport." She paused again. "I don't want to make things too easy for you. I should fulfill my debt more playfully. That's normal, right?"

Nothing about this was normal, but Jake said, "Yeah, yeah, that's right. This is just how people do it. What will you do with Eric?"

"I want to keep him away from my friends. He's shitty around women." Her face fell, she stared into the distance, and her voice sounded hollow.

"So we can embarrass him."

"No, it'll be worse for them than for him. You wouldn't understand. Trust me."