The coffee delivery

"Sure! Of course", said the barista happily and took Isaac's order. He thought he might as well get the girls back at the office coffees, so ordered them a latte and a pastry each and settled up. There was no suggestion that at the moment he was having any influence on her here. He hoped though if he could get her over to the office that things would be different. She was very hot and the idea of her not sucking his dick any time soon was not a happy one.

"Can I get you anything else?" said Chelsea. (Isaac read it off her name badge).

Damn, he thought, you could get your ass reamed when you bring those coffees over to the office!. "No, that'll be all", he said and tapped his phone on the reader to pay the bill,

"Great!", she beamed, "I'll get Shaznay to bring it over for you as soon as she's ready,

Wait, what, Shaznay? Who the fuck was Shaznay? With dismay he realized that of course the office manager wasn't also the delivery person and turned away and trudged back across the park towards the office, gazing longingly after a jogger with a depressing feeling that he was not actually omnipotent and couldn't simply snap his fingers and fuck anyone he wanted.

He dragged his eyes away from the jogger reluctantly and focused. Ok, he would have to find ways to bring the women who interested him to the office. He carried on to wait for Shaznay, whoever the hell that was.