Anya Taylor-Joy

Somewhere in the bad part of Los Angeles. In a roach infested apartment was a jealous actress. This girl was up late weaving a terrible curse. With only one target in her crazed mind.

“Anya Taylor fucking Joy. I’m going to make you pay you wait and see.” The young witch and former wanna be actress spat. “Every time I tried for a role they chose you over me. EVERY FUCKING TIME!” It was like a case of bad luck.

The young witch and Anya were always after the same roles. It was like some weird cosmic fluke. That’s when she found this spell the ultimate cosmic fluke. To the world Anya would suddenly be the most famous slut in the world.

It would be common knowledge that anyone could ask Anya for a sexual favor and she would agree. Even asking her to be a **** wouldn’t be illegal it would just be a fact of life that she is like that. Only the young witch herself would remain fully unaffected.

Well unless she wanted Anya to be fully aware. While at the same time unable to resist or complain when someone asks her for a fuck. No instead she would be trapped watching herself nonchalantly agree to the fuck. As if did it all the time!

The idea had merit the witch had to admit. Her pussy tingled at the thought. The witch’s legs rubbing together. “No stop focus there’s time for that later. **** first and for most I’ll finger myself later.” She stated matter of factly.

“Then again I could have Anya herself eat me out….” She thought to herself. Then shook her head to get her kind out of the gutter. It would not help to get distracted.

With her mind focused again she got back to her curse. The witch smiled as it was almost ready. Just a few more well timed chants. As she called upon ancient spirits of lust. Once it was time she harnesses their power and cast her dark list filled curse.

The witch laughed her work complete. Her smile predatory but she had to admit. Channeling all that lust had made her horny as hell. Price of using lust spirits she supposed. “Maybe I can charm that hottie in room 3,7 for the night?” She wondered aloud again.

The next morning in Anya’s house. The young celebrity woke up. Completely unaware that herself and the world had gone through a major change. To her it was just another day.

Anya got out of bed slipping off her silk night dress and headed to the shower. She delighted in the hot water hitting her petite body. Once the shower was over she dried off slowly. The towel caressing her figure.

With that done she slipped on a silk robe. Putting her hair in a towel. She, left the bathroom to change when her doorbell rang. She, looked confused who could that be this early?