Makes herself the bank president

With a surprisingly childish giggle Mishell waves the wand in the air as if casting a spell all while my heart hammers and I plead with anything that can read my mind that she doesn't use it.

But it seems no one is answering me as she furrows her brow and mumbles "Let see.....spell would....go...something like....A babe I am, my bank I run."

I brace for something to change but despite the glowing wand nothing seems to have changed "Ohh... How cute it lights up. I'll have to ask your mom where she got it my granddaughter would love a little glowing wand."

"Yes..ma-" I start to respond before she pushes my head back into her drenched panties but before I can get more than a couple of licks a knock interrupts me.

"Oh.......Uh....come in." Mishell asks confusedly.

"Sorry, Ma'am. But I'm just reminding you have your lunch with the CEO in a few minutes." A meek male voice calls seeming afraid to interrupt her.

"What........what about Donny?" she asks.

"...Who?"

"Uh....the bank president."

"Are....are you ok.....you're the only bank president here ma'am."

"You're shitting me right." She seems to pause waiting for the very confused assistant to tell her this was a prank and after a moment she leans forward to grab something on her desk "Um.....yeah...th...thanks Aleksander....I'll..uh...just get ready."

It was a few heartbeats after the door clicks shut that she rolls back in the chair until I can see her almost mesmerized rotating a gold name plaque in her hands I catch a glimpse of it reading Bank President Mishell Taylor. I realize the wand isn't on her and maybe if push her back fast enough I can grab it.

But about as far as I get is to put my hand on her leg maybe to push her back or maybe just to steady myself on my numb knees. It only then that it seems that she realizes that I'm here and that there's some kind of magical artifact that can change reality. Her hand darts as the plaque drops to her thighs and then floor as she levels the wand at me.

"Ooop. Got to be careful wouldn't want someone turning me into a frog." she giggles. At least until she seems to realize by my expression that IS a possibility "Wait.....can...can it actually do that."

All I do is give a half nod.

"Oh.....hmmmm.....so it can change people and not just.....positions? I wonder..." she idly muses as a hand rubs a barely noticeable laugh line. With a calming breath she scoots back and walks to the center or the room as I follow her my heart pounding at the new horrors someone with the want can bring to the world. But thankfully the first "horror" she wrought is a mirror

"A wall I see, mirror I so desire." she chants as she points at a blank wall before a full mirror appears matching the décor of the office that hasn't changed.

"Now if we are going to meet the CEO then we should look the part." She beams before dragging me next her and squeezing me close