Rory Blackmore, a guy dealt a tough hand from birth

I sat there in utter disbelief. This isn't possible. this book could completely turn my life around. Millions of possibilities raced through my head, I was curious about how broad the term "organization" was. I erased the cafe's name from the top of the page and replaced it with Rory and Ben's Adventure Club. Stupid I know but that "club" was all I had left of my best friend since he lost his fight with cancer last year.

"Old Rule: To be a member, $10,000 minimum must be in your bank account at all times."

I put the pencil down, pulled my phone out of my pocket, and checked my banking app to see it read $10,003.72. It just added the amount to my previous bank balance. As a test, I erased the rule and refreshed the app. The money had disappeared like it was never there to begin with. I once again erased the writing from the top of the page and tried to write my name. To my shock as soon as I tried to write it, some external **** prevented me from doing so. So an organization with one person works but writing a person's name doesn't.

Once again the cafe's name appeared at the top of the page in my handwriting. While the topless uniform was the first thing that came to mind there was so much more to experiment with.

"Old Rule: It is permitted for the current user of The Rulebook to touch staff and patrons as they please. Staff and patron's erogenous zones are 2x more sensitive to The Rulebook user's touch. people being touched by the user will not acknowledge they are being touched nor will anyone else in the cafe"

I put the pencil down and stuffed The Rulebook into the backpack I had with me before taking a look to see who I could try this new rule on. I spotted the red-headed barista seated at one of the tables taking her lunch break. walking past her feigning going to the bathroom I walked past her and ran my hand up her arm. I walked a couple of steps further before turning to see if there was any reaction. Nothing she just continued scrolling on her phone taking a sip of the coffee she must have made herself.

Emboldened by this walked back and stood behind her. I ran my hands up the girls' respective biceps testing for any reaction. she didn't even tense a little bit. I moved my hands across to her chest giving her breasts a gentle but firm squeeze. As a gentle moan escaped the barista's mouth my head snapped up and surveyed my surroundings whilst still massaging her chest. I was in direct eyeliner of at least 7 people but they weren't looking at me, I was just in their field of vision. I leaned my head down and bit her neck where it met her collarbone. She melted a little deeper into her chair but other than that I would have had no idea she even knew I was there.

Feeling like I had sufficiently tested I let go of her and moved back to the chair I was in earlier. Opening the book again I wanted to try and push it to see how reality-bending this shit was. My inner nerd got excited and I began to write

"Old Rule: This cafe is owned by Tifa Lockheart from Final Fantasy"

I waited a few seconds and nothing happened. Figures, importing fictional characters from media was where it drew the line. Oh well, I hadn't gotten my hopes up but I still think it would have been cool. Then I heard a voice I was very familiar with called out as black suspenders and a cropped white singlet blurred past me. I turned to the figure and was dumbfounded. There she was in the flesh, I rubbed my eyes to double-check if it was just a cosplayer but I knew that voice, I'd spent countless nights with it. It was ingrained in my brain.

"Scarlett, I know I said I couldn't let you cut your shift but you can go, I got someone else to come in." she said with a gentle smile on her face. The Barista now known as Scarlett got up and thanked Tifa before hugging her before she ran back behind the counter to grab her stuff before racing out the door.

"Old Rule: the current holder of The Rulebook has free reign to go wherever he pleases whilst inside the cafe. No one will question if he is somewhere he is otherwise not supposed to be."

I added this rule before making an addendum to my previous one

"Old Rule: It is permitted for the current user of The Rulebook to touch staff and patrons as they please. Staff and patron's erogenous zones are 2x more sensitive to The Rulebook user's touch. If in a public space people being touched by the user will not acknowledge they are being touched nor will anyone else in the cafe. in the back of house, all staff including the owner will openly enjoy being touched and guide The Rulebook users' hands to where they want to be touched."

Looking around once again Tifa had already disappeared from the service area and had returned to the back hidden away from the public. I got out of my chair and walked back behind the counter to try and find her. I spotted her sitting in her office, feet up on her desk. I took three deep breaths to calm my nerves before moving behind her and placing my hands directly onto her chest before giving it a gentle squeeze it earned a barely audible moan from the raven-haired brawler. barely audible. I gave them a firmer squeeze this time earning a slightly louder moan from Tifa.

Before I could go any further her gloved hands grabbed mine and my blood ran cold. Fuck. I had literal god-like powers at my disposal and I still managed to fuck it up. At least that's what I thought before my right hand was guided to her throat and my left hand disappeared into her shirt. My hand lightly squeezed her throat while the other pinched and pulled at the rapidly stiffening nub beneath my fingers. Her hand moved back to the hand I had on her throat before she spoke.

"Squeeze harder, you're not going to break me I promise." she breathed out.

I followed her request and clamped my hand down on her jugular veins harder, as I also began to knead her chest even harder. As I inspected the scene in front of me I noticed her right hand had slithered its way into her now-undone shorts. It made rapid back-and-forth motion as Tifa aggressively played with her clit. remembering the wording of my rule I removed my hand from her breast and also pulled her hand from her shorts before replacing it with mine, copying the motions she was making as best I could.

The effect was immediate, her hips bucked forward and began to grind against my hand. both her hands had moved to her tits and she was squeezing and pulling on them so hard I was sure they would bruise. once again her hand was on top of mine as she tilted her to look me in the eyes before speaking again.

"Fucking squeeze you pussy. Rub me faster." she strained out.

Not one to deny a lady (this was the most action I had ever gotten.) and especially not one that could kick the living shit out of me, I did my best to oblige. I squeezed down on her neck with as much **** as I Could muster as I also increased the speed of my hand in her pants. It wasn't long after that, Tifa's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to spasm against my hand, her hand shot up to her neck to make sure that I didn't let go while she rode out her orgasm. Tifa went limp in her chair and after checking that she was still breathing I made my escape taking my backpack with the notebook in it I left the cafe and headed home after an eventful afternoon.