Wait it out

"I'll take my chances." I smirked, feeling a confidence I hadn't felt since before Billy Flannigan told everyone I peed my pants in third grade when obviously water just splashed on me from the sink, Billy. Pee wouldn't stain pants like that, BILLY! (Sorry, anyway). The power I had was absolute, I just needed a little rest. I sat calmly on the couch and waited for the officers to arrive. Hopefully I'd have a plan by then.

"I like your style, Ringmaster. How ever will we pass the time, though?" The slutty genie asked coyly, kneeling beside me on the couch. Her chest was still warm and panting from her previous exertions, the smell of sex filled the air. She slowly ran her hand along my chest, teasing her fingers delicately across my pecs and abs. Wait, I never had muscles this toned. I examined myself while the genie did. A quick flex of my arms almost ripped my previously fitted shirt, I must have gained ten pounds of muscle mass in ten minutes. The genie slut's eyes sparkled with mischief as her hands danced lower down my torso.

"You think you can just sit there like nothing's about to happen?" Screeched Veronica, furious that her ex is finally showing some backbone, and looking somehow really hot. Her mind kept flashing back to what she just did, how **** and horny she acted. While certainly not a prude, Veronica was never one to **** herself for a man's pleasure. Then why did it all sound so real? Could she really be a dirty, little cocksucker?

My head finally felt focused enough to process the last half hour. A magic ring with a horny assistant gave me the power to command women, and it made me hotter and feel more powerful. It might have been the best day of my life. The Ring Slut started breathing more heavily in my ear, her teasing hands finally reaching my bulge, which got a bit of a boost also. "As much as I want to watch you work, Ringmaster, you should slow down a little bit. Too much at once will," she emphasizes her next words with a squeeze of my cock, "tear your being apart on a molecular level." she finished with a nibble of my earlobe. "Let me guide you on some practice. Tell Veronica to put on a show for us. See how the ring reacts." She was practically purring in my ear, playing with the zipper of my shorts, her other hand teasing her own chest. I ran my hand up her thigh while I glared at my ex, my mind rushing with the ring's power and my own lust. This bitch owed me for years of bullshit.

"Hey Pete-" Veronica coughed on the last syllable, " what the hell have you been gawking at? You think you can just ignore the shit you're in?" She sauntered her way back to the living room, planting herself between me and the TV, the power dynamic has already flipped, though, whether she realized or not. Her confident stance would make her next actions all the more satisfying.