Setting The Cunt Up

Thinking was taking a while, and then John nearly kicked himself for being an idiot. Concentrating, John sped up the physical, but not biological speed of his brain. He was now thinking 10 times faster than usual. While his thoughts were no more erudite, not even in a better vocabulary, they did come much faster. Funland was fun, but John new what would be even more fun, and imagining a dozen scenarios only made him more certain.

In front of the magician's act John clapped his hands and rubbed them together, speaking to the silent, still audience, like mannequins.

Presto change-o, now you see me, now you don't!

John raced like the flash back to the scene. Retrieving her purse, he fumbled her debit card out, as well as a baggie of white powder. The small baggie was gingerly stuffed up her pussy before John raced to an ATM. Using his time powers he overcame any daily limits and drained her personal bank account. Stuffing the cash into her purse and his pockets, it was easy to find a **** dealer on the corner. Her own narcotic indiscretions had sent the wheels of a mind turning. John cleaned the guy out of his stash, but not wanting him killed, replaced it with what he assumed would be more than enough money and a note that read: You may want to seek another line of work. It may have been silly, but then again, it did come wrapped in more than enough cash for a couple of semesters of tuition at a community college and from a magical source. It was more than worth it for John's score, a kilo of coke was pounded up her perfect pussy, raising her personal use to full on trafficking. Hope she was smarter than she looked, it would take a lot of explaining to get out of this, and she damned sure couldn't afford an attorney now! Pulling just enough of the corner of the bag out for it to be an obviously poor attempt at concealment, John rejoined the crowd and restarted time.