Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: The Wish Wielder Episode 2 Email: gal tablette @ g mail dot com The Wish Wielder --------------- Episode 2 -------- I opened my eyes, the room was already bright, it was morning. The sun might be up, but I wanted to go back to sleep. I heard singing, mixed with the sound of a shower. I looked around the room, then grabbed the pillow and put it over my head, thinking, crap I'm still here. I couldn't get back to sleep, between my mind racing and Lisa's singing. How the hell can people be that cheerful this early in the morning anyway. I was still tired, but sat up anyway. I heard the shower turn off, which also turned off Lisa's off-key version of Pink, singing, -~What about us -(TM). I slept in my clothes because I don't have pajamas, or any other clothes for that matter. A moment later I heard a noise and looked up, oh shit, there was Lisa, standing in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her head, saying... "Good morning roomie!" I quickly looked away, and while fighting off a yawn, said... "Good Morning." "I'm out of the shower if you want to jump in." She added. "Oh, ok." I said. I got up and walked toward the bathroom. I really need to pee bad, then a shower. I looked at my watch and saw it was only 6:45. Why is she up so early, we don't have to meet Sam till 9. She was still in the bathroom, bent over toweling her hair dry. I said... "Hey, uh, I need to go to the bathroom." Lisa kept drying her hair, and I stood in the hall, even though the bathroom door was open. Then she said... "What's the matter Mel, are you shy?" "Well, I can't go to the bathroom with you in there!" A moment later she walked out naked, and headed down the hall toward her bedroom saying... "You're going to have to get over it, if we're going to share a bathroom Mel." I didn't answer her, but quickly went in, closed the door and peed. When I finished, I jumped in the shower and washed up. I decided not to wash my hair, mostly because I didn't want to deal with sharing the bathroom. I hated putting dirty clothes back on, especially my panties. At least they weren't that bad since I had just changed them yesterday before leaving for work, or two weeks ago, or whenever it was. But one thing I did see was Lisa's tooth paste. I squeezed some onto my finger and did my best to brush my teeth. I finished, and noticed Lisa was still getting dressed. I went to her kitchen and found some orange juice in her fridge. It's obvious she doesn't cook, there's nothing in here but juices, sodas and bottles of wine. I sat at her table sipping OJ, and feeling sorry for myself. I kept thinking about my mom and dad, and my little sister. I wonder what they're doing right now. It's funny, but when you know you'll be seeing someone again, you don't think about them, but now, I want to see them, and regret things I'd said, or done. After Lisa finished getting dressed, she came in and made a cup of coffee. She definitely intimidates me. Although she appears 27 years old, she's been that age for almost 80 years. I find it interesting that she's chosen to be a prostitute. She must have noticed how I was looking at her, because she finally said... "What? Go ahead and ask." I've never been able to hide my feelings, or my curiosity. So after getting up mthe nerve, I ask... "Why a prostitute?" She took a sip of coffer while composing her response, then she said... "Well, after granting wishes, that often involve sex, you eventually accept it as a natural act. Many of those wishes begin with dinner, and dancing, and almost all end in their home for a fuck. Well, You start to realize that some men want companionship, and a sense of normalcy. But they still want the sex. So, after a about ten thousand sexual wishes, I asked myself, why am I working as a secretary, barely making a living. Why not make some of those other men happy, the unassigned wishes. After a while, you end up with a clientele. So, why not get paid for some of those sexual wishes, or work as a secretary and not get paid for any of them." She looked at me and waited for some kind of response, but I was in shock. What the hell, was she being sarcastic or just exaggerating. Finally, I laughed, and said... "Ten thousand?" She laughed with me for a moment, and ended it with... "Well, I haven't actually counted. I did for a while, but eventually stopped. Do the math Mel. Granting wish fucks three or four hundred times a year, it only takes about thirty years to reach ten thousand. And I've been doing this 74 years Mel." "Oh my god Lisa. I thought you were joking." "This is no joke Mel. But take my advice, think of it as making someone's wish come true, regardless what it is. Don't judge, just do your job and let it go. And speaking of go, we've got to go meet Sam." Oh shit, I hadn't watched the time. We got up and headed out the door. While walking the two short blocks to the diner I was becoming more and more worried. Everything Lisa said kept going through my mind. She's completely accepted her situation and made the best of it. That her choice, and I -(TM)ll decide what I want to do, all by myself. We walked into the Dine-In and saw Sam sitting in the exact same seat as yesterday, reading the newspaper with an empty plate in front of him. We sat down, and Lisa immediately picked up a menu. I wasn't all that hungry, and being broke, I didn't want to stare at pictures of food I couldn't pay for. This is bullshit I, how do they expect me to be some kind of wish wielding girl, if I don't have any money. I decided to confront Sam right now... "Sam, I need money. How am I supposed to eat? I don't have any clothes, and I don't even have a toothbrush!" Sam sat there, and seemed unmoved. Then he put the paper down and said... "Like I said last night, if you want to eat, get a job." "If I can't tell anybody who I am, how can I get a job?" I shot back! Lisa spoke up, saying... "Do like we do, and create a new identity. But you have to change it every five or ten years. Looking like a 16 year old 10 years from now creates questions." Sam chimed in... "You can -(TM)t go around using your real name. Especially in the same town you lived in." I thought about Lisa's idea. It made sense, at least for getting my old job back. I gave it a little thought and said... "Ok, in that case, I think I'll be Molly, Molly Wield." Sam chuckled and said... "You're kidding, right?" "Nope, that's it." I said. Lisa spoke up saying... "I think it's a great name to use for all those living types, because they'll just see Molly. I still see you, so you'll always be Mel to me." I looked at Sam, he was looking at me, apparently deep in thought. Then he said... "Ok, Molly it is." Then he reached over and pulled a few napkins out of the dispenser, and pulled out his calendar. I still hadn't gotten an answer about being broke. I needed things and I couldn't wear the same clothes every day, and I wanted a toothbrush. But this time, I used my needy voice again, and asked... "Sam, Sam the man, can I please borrow money for toothpaste and a toothbrush, and maybe some clothes. Please?" Then put on my most pitiful face. Lisa looked at me and smiled. Then Sam pulled out his wallet and threw a $50 bill onto the table in front of me, saying... "Get a part-time job." I smiled and picked up the money just in time, because the waitress walked up asking for our orders. Lisa ordered an omelet and I asked for scrambled eggs, toast and a glass of milk. Sam finished writing on the napkins and tossed one in front of each of us. He put another one that he put in his shirt pocket. I looked at my napkin and read... W Spence 6420 E. Walnut 11:46 am I said... "Hey, isn't Walnut Street way across town? How am I supposed to get there?" "Take the bus!" Sam said. "Am I supposed to come back today?" "Yes, come back when you're done. Don't screw it up!" I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't want to make him mad. I just looked at him, folded up my napkin and put it in my pocket. After we finished breakfast, I wanted to go shopping, and stop by Burger Palace. I needed my old job back if I wanted to survive being dead. I bought some toiletries, new panties, and another pair of pants and top. Then I stopped off at Lisa's to change before catching the bus. I caught the eastbound bus and rode it across town. I hopped off the bus and walked over to Walnut Street. When I got to 6420, it was a grocery store. Fuck, how the hell am I going to find this person in here. I had 7 minutes, so I walked along the registers where there were a few customers checking out. You'd think it would easy, but I can't ask every customer their name. When I got to the far end by the customer service desk, I saw what I needed. Above the bulletin board were pictures and names of employees of the month, and the last June was William Spence. He -(TM)s somewhere in this store right now, and I need to find him. The picture showed a nerdy looking middle-aged guy wearing glasses. I walked across the front of the store looking down the isles. I was getting nervous towards the end, but walking past produce, there he was. He was spraying down the vegetables with a fine mist. I looked at my watch and still had a few minutes, so I found a place to stand and watch. I felt like a stalker, but damn, what 16 year old girl would stalk a nerd twice my age! He reminded me of my 8th grade math teacher, minus a pocket protector. As the time ticked down, I grabbed a nearby cart, and started walking down the isle. I picked up a few things as I got closer. He looked at me and we locked eyes briefly. I walked behind him, and as I pass, I gently rubbed my hand across his back. I kept walking but instantly felt it, the adrenaline rush, then lightheaded. A few steps away from him, I looked back and saw him watching. I tried to hide the shock I felt, but I couldn't stop what I heard come out of my mouth, as I whispered... "There's no fucking way that'll happen!" He looked at me strangely and said... "Excuse me?" I panicked and pushed the cart around the end of the isle and up the other side. I headed straight for the door, leaving the cart blocking the isle as I walked out. I never slowed down and walked head down across the small parking lot. That's when I ran smack into someone, rolled around them to continue, I felt my arm being grabbed. I looked up and saw Sam, and pulled my arm away. Then he said... "Where do you think you're going?" I looked at him and said... "I can't do this!" "Yes you can, it's not optional." "But you don't know what he..." Sam spoke up, stopping me, and said... "No I don't know, and I don't need to know. But what I do know is that's your wish in there, and you're going to march you ass back in there and grant it." "But.." "No buts!" "You don't understand." I said. "I do understand, but the alternative is worse Melinda. So much worse that you'd beg to come back to this. But then it's too late. Believe me, this is better." I stood there, frustrated and pissed off. I didn't say anything, only looking toward the store. My eyes teared, and I felt defeated. Then, after a moment, Sam softly said... "Now go back in there and grant that wish. And if it makes you feel any better, let Molly grant the wish." I looked at him, then walked back into the store. I went back to where the wish was, and saw him winding up the hose with his back to me. This time I walked straight up to him, and touched his shoulder. Again, the adrenaline rush made me shudder. His wish was the same and my hopes that it had changed was lost. W Spence, age 36, who has a 14 year old next door neighbor, that he secretly wants to rape. He wants to take me into the break room where he keeps a collection of porn magazines. There, he wants to, in his thoughts, not mine, fuck me in every hole, then cum down my throat. And he seems to think this will stop his desire to rape his neighbor's daughter. And I'm supposed to take her place, or what? I don't know. But this isn't how I want to lose my virginity. He turned around and looked at me. Then he smiled and said... "Oh hi, weren't you just in here? May I help you?" He looked cold and distant. But then I saw a twinkle as we made eye contact. I took a deep breath and said... "Hi, what's your name?" I smiled, and trying my best to look friendly. "Bill." Then he relaxed, and smiled back. It felt really weird, am I supposed to throw myself at this man or what! I smiled again and said... "So, what do you do for fun?" Making sure to touch his arm with my hand. And feeling rather silly, and sick. He looked at me, then at his watch and said... "I was just getting ready to go on break, hey, if you're not doing anything, come on back to the break room, and we can talk." "Ok" I said, letting him play it out however he wants. He put the hose under the counter, then looked around the store, obviously making sure nobody was watching, and said... "Come with me." He said. I followed him to the back of the store, then through some double doors. He kept looking around, and looking back, to make sure I was behind him. My heart was pounding, and I was trembling as we walked into a darker part of the storage area. He opened a door and held it, saying... "We can chat in here during my break." I paused, looked inside, and saw a small table with two chairs. I swallowed hard, then walked inside. He followed, and thinking I hadn't notice, locked the door. When I looked at him, he walked closer to me, then said... "You're so pretty." And put his hand on my shoulder. I felt the jolt of his touch. It was as if he was telling me exactly what he wanted, without saying a word. I took a deep breath, then I began playing out his wish. I sank to my knees and unbuckled his belt, then his pants, and lowered the zipper. I lowered his pants and boxers, until his cock sprung free. As it waved in front of me, he said... "You're a hot little babe aren't you. Go ahead, suck it." Fuck, this asshole has no idea how wrong he is. I'm looking at the very first live hard cock I've ever seen. Sure I've seen pictures, or even the occasional internet video. But now it's inches in front of me. I can smell it, or at least his sweaty crotch. Finally, I nervously reached up to hold it, again, the adrenaline shot through me, and I knew exactly what he wanted. I leaned forward, and felt it touch my lips, then opened my mouth, and let his cock slide in. The added sensitivity and contact intensified his wish. Each detail, each feeling he -(TM)s having felt like my own. As I pushed onto his cock, it was as if I was feeling it myself. He held my head, and began pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. At times, he would push too far, and cause me to gag slightly. Then I felt his next desire, he wanted my pants off. I hesitated, which only caused the wish to compound itself. As he continued pushing his cock in and out of my mouth, I used both hands to loosen my pants and push them down, then took my shoes off. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely control them. Then I heard him say... "Oh yeah, you're a hot little babe aren't you. Oh yeah, you want to be fucked hard good don't you. Come on suck that cock." You've got to be kidding me dick-weed. It's bad enough I'm doing this, but please, just shut up!" No sooner than he released his grip on my head, I felt he wanted me bent over the table. This is worse by far, because I'm not ready for it. I've masturbated enough times to get myself wet. Hell I've gotten wet just talking to boys before, but I'm not ready for this at all. He pushed me off his cock, and as I stood up, I finished taking my pants and panties off. He was watching me, and his smile was both happy, and disturbing. All I want to do is get this over with. I turned around and put both hands on the table and bent over it. I felt his hand on my ass, then he slid it under my top, pushing it up, and unhooked my bra. My bra loosened, and he immediately reached under and grabbed my boobs. I closed my eyes and remembered the only boy who had ever touched my bare breasts, my short term boyfriend. The reason it was short term was because that's as far as he ever got. But hey, I was fourteen, and I haven't gained any experience since then, unless you count masturbation. Then W Spence said... "You're so into me, I love that you're into this as much as I am, it's like you want the same thing I do!" Uh, think again, but I kept that to myself, then... "Ouch" As he pinched my nipples. He flipped my top over my head, and it hung down blocking everything except beneath me. Then I felt it... His hand was at my pussy and his fingers were probing me. I wasn't wet, and when he pushed his finger inside me it was uncomfortable to say the least. He pulled them out, and I was hoping he would decide against it. I heard him fumbling around behind me, then I felt something cold being wiped between my labia, then, first one finger, then multiple were pushed in. I've been careful all this time, and now this asshole is fingering me. I felt his cock slide in and expected more pain than there is. He thrust in, and I felt it sting, then he began fucking me, with quick short jabs. It only took him a few minutes before he pulled out, and spun me around so fast I fell. He held my arm and yanked me back. I yelled when he pulled me by the hair back to his crotch and began banging his cock against my face, saying... "Open your mouth, take it, take it." You fucker, was all I kept thinking as I opened my mouth. I didn't realize how big a cock felt when at the back of your throat. I knew I would be sick any moment, when I felt him hold me against his crotch. His cock was partially in my throat, and my eyes were tearing up. I could feel it twitch, and as he came in me, I felt some vomit coming back up, and snorted throw my nose. He let go, and I fell to my hands and knees. I coughed and spit up into the floor, and couldn't distinguish his cum from my own throw up. Snot was hanging from my nose, and that asshole had the nerve to say... "Did you like it?" I tried to speak. and had to cough a few more times before I was able to say... "A towel." He dropped a few paper towels onto the floor in front of me and I took them. As I lifted to my knees, I wiped my face and blew my nose. He was fastening his pants, and while I cleaned my face, hooked my bra, and pulling my top back down. I reached for my pants and saw he had my panties. I reached for them, and he pulled them away. As I put my pants on, he opened the door and walk out, saying... "I have to get back to work, there's bottled water in the fridge." The door swung shut and I was alone. What a fucking asshole. I have my own wish right now. I stood up and buttoned my pants. I just bought those panties a few hours ago, and now that asshole is keeping them like some kind of trophy. I wanted to get out of here quick. I walked out of the break room and luckily saw a bathroom. I went in and locked the door, then cleaned myself up with warm soapy water. When I left, I walked to the opposite side of the store and out the door. I never saw him, but I didn't look toward produce. I walked toward the bus stop, and I imagined everyone was looking at me, and knew what had happened. But nobody really knew, and nobody said anything at all. It felt strange, but while I walked, I went from feeling choked, and sort of, loose, with a dull ache, to no pain, and feeling fine by the time I got to the bus stop. That was good, but I was pissed off, at him, and at Sam! I took the bus across town to Burger Palace. I walked in and spoke with Chuck, the manager, and got an application. So, how do I start lying about everything. Um, my fake name, no experience, no previous job, use Lisa's address. And then try to find a place to cash my checks. I knew I could get the job, because the way people come and go here anybody who applies gets a job. 30 minutes later I left, employed and starting tomorrow. I headed back to Lisa's apartment. I wanted to shower using antibacterial soap! I walked in and immediately stopped when I heard somebody, well, Lisa, in the throes of passionate love making. At least they were in her bedroom, so I went straight to the shower. When I came out, feeling a little less soiled, Lisa was wearing a robe and sitting at her kitchen table, drinking a diet Pepsi. On the corner of the table was a $100 bill, with a single rose laying over it. I got a Pepsi and sat down with her. She seemed her normal self, from what I knew of her, hell I've only known her for what, less than a day! She asked me about my wish, and I told her briefly what had happened, and how I felt cheated. I hadn't thought much about rape, until now. And W Spence thinks I wanted it as much as he did. Lisa seemed empathetic and listened. But in the end, could only say that she was sorry I had to deal with it at my young age. And sorry that I hadn't gotten to lose my virginity to a boy whom I loved, and it had been something truly special. We talked for a while longer before she said she had to get ready for her wish. She congratulated me on getting a job, and as she got up from the table, she pushed the rose, and the money in front of me, saying... Take this Mel, you'll need it until you get your first paycheck. I tried to refuse it, but she wouldn't let me. Then she took the long stemmed rose, and walked over to a vase, sticking it in with more than a dozen more, then said... "Mel, a virgin is worth twice that much, or more." She went to her room to change, and I left, heading back to meet Sam at the Dine-In. When I walked in, there he was in his usual seat. He was drinking coffee and eating a piece of pie. When I sat down he asked -- -Are you ok? - -No! Did you know what would happen? - I answered. He looked at me, then said -- -No I didn -(TM)t, but what I do know is this. 5 years from now, a college freshman will be losing her virginity to her future husband. - End of Episode 2 ----------------------------- Players... Melinda Reed 16 Wish Wielder. Sam Mitchell 52 Head Wielder. Lisa Brown 27 Wish Wielder. Guest... William Spence 36 Asshole