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She ticked the names off her fingers, punctuating each word with a smirk, and continued, “Whatever you want to call it, the potion has to have it to work
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The afternoon gave way to evening
Being a Rolling Stones fan, he picked the door painted black, the paint peeling in strips at the top and bottom like picked-over scabs
No markings or signs pointed him in the right direction, and all the store fronts looked the same
And here he sat, staring dreamily at the form of the redheaded pretty waitress at his favorite outdoor cafe, wondering what her hair would feel like if he ran his fingers through it and watching the dimples form at the corner of her mouth as she smiled and took the orders of a table of laughing customers He locked the BMW behind him with a push on his keypad, the car uttering an electronic beep He was helpless before her ?” Melvin began However, his lack of confidence was evident in his hunched shoulders and nervous eyes Then his problems would be solved She was intoxicating He turned to face her, his throat tightening as he gazed upon her smiling beauty She wore a black dress, and stripes of white streaked through her hair, you know, your typical Goth type
The self-proclaimed witch led him into a small room Melvin felt naked under her penetrating gaze
Melvin didn’t think his waitress had the capability of sniffing the dollar signs on him Melvin didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye
Everyone had been surprised by his marriage, but no one was surprised when his wife was caught being hammered to multiple screaming orgasms by the barely legal teen they paid to come over and mow the lawn He’d never get a chance like this again
Snatching some of these thoughts out of Melvin’s head like snowflakes on her tongue, the witch smiled His wife, the screaming cream queen of lawn boys, got half of everything Jizz Drink this and you will become irresistible to any woman you so desire,” she said, her voice dancing around him, touching his face, slipping under his skin and propelling him towards her She was making fun of him; he was sure of it This was something she’d have no trouble overcoming; her powers seemed to grow by the day Crabapple rode his wave to wealth He’d found success in accounting, enough so that he was in never in want of money and always carried a few extra bills to pass to the outstretched hand of a beggar or drop into the hat of a street musician The last book he’d found was a diary of a man who claimed to be a werewolf, and that had proved to be some interesting reading, especially as the man went into graphic detail of his animalistic sexual encounters Her cold eyes looked over him, up and down He blinked, trying to find that foundation inside of him that kept his inhibitions and logic at the forefront of his thoughts when he felt both trying to slip away after a few drinks Her hands dipped into his boxers and fished out his straining boner literally
“Shake well,” she said, wiping her chin with her sleeve Her body brushed against his, and Melvin became very aware of her breasts pressing into his chest He knew that his ex wife had only married him because she smelled his money the way monkeys smelled bananas
“Excuse me?” he replied Melvin cast a few glances around him as he approached, seeing monstrosities and creatures of all sorts floating in liquids all colors of the rainbow in jars of all sizes You have trouble with women They shone in the pallid light cast by an ancient lamp He hated the way his name sounded coming out of her mouth in her sweet musical voice; his last name had been the butt of so many jokes, he could only remember a third of them and the third had to number in the hundreds of thousands A thin veil of wispy smoke drifted from the open bottle and wrapped her head in a smoky halo He frowned as he watched her walk away in her cute green apron, her hair tied in a ponytail with a green ribbon to match Her blue eyes sparkled Melvin sucked in air through his gnashed teeth, feeling pleasure shoot through him in waves that he’d never before experienced Very cute
He pulled to the curb at the address he’d been given
The witch leaned in and whispered into Melvin’s ear, her hand moving up from his chest and stroking his hair Baby batter Cum A swaying handwritten sign proclaiming the shop was “Open” hung in a shadowy window
He decided it was time to go book hunting Her other hand began to unbutton the front of his pants It was breathtaking One day, he told himself, one day he’d gather up the courage to ask her out She winked Melvin gasped and his eyes popped open Melvin sighed Why did he always have to be such a goddamn loser? He sighed
What he needed, he thought, was Dorothy to come skipping along the yellow brick road (probably yellow with urine as this was the city) and bring him to the Wizard, so he could ask for some courage How many seconds of his life had been wasted away at times like this, sitting and feeling sorry for himself, for his sorry state of affairs, and doing nothing about it?
Too much
“Look around you, Mel He felt as if he was floating off the floor, through the ceiling, through the night air into a flurry of stars Why not take credit for the miracles that Melvin worked when he allowed you so readily?
It was common knowledge you could walk all over Melvin, and he’d simply stand up, wipe the grime off his suit, and apologize for standing in your way He straightened his glasses The towheaded beach bum thought he’d died and gone to heaven when given the opportunity for afternoon delights a day every three weeks or so with a horny housewife, and if Melvin had been a more violent man, the kid may HAVE died and gone to heaven It was impossible to tell her nationality from her caramel-colored skin and her slightly slanted and stunningly blue eyes ” Her free hand roamed along his back, took a hold of his ass and pushed his crotch against her thigh The witch stood up, her mouth still full of his seed, and took the blue bottle off the shelf His body had wanted to reject his chef salad like women rejected him: with a huge, retching gag Her long black dress fell with a quiet rustle, exposing her nakedness
“Follow me,” the witch told him and slipped through an open doorway and up a small flight of stairs It had happened once before, and at the time, Melvin thought he was going to vomit He grabbed her arm, trying to get her to let go
“Come with me,” she said, beckoning him with a long finger He was shit out of luck yet again MacMuffin?” his waitress asked The woman smiled, her lips peeling back to reveal some sharp looking teeth
“Melvin, women are going to be eating out of your hands
“Ok, be right back with the check, sweetie His glasses skirted off his nose and skidded to the floor
“You know my name?” he said, unable to take his eyes off her Confidence was something that SHE didn’t lack Melvin paused and chanced a look towards the voice Should he leave now while he still could?
Then the witch slipped a hand down his pants, took a hold of his hardening manhood, and made his decision for him He looked at the writing on his notepad, double checking that he was in the right place Might as well enjoy it, right?
She began to stroke him slowly in his pants, and Melvin’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped, his tongue lolling inside of his mouth To hell with it Melvin did so in rambling steps, his throat feeling suddenly very dry The floating eye watched him silently from its place in the jar
Melvin never had much luck with the ladies Thank you It was this cabinet that the witch approached, her long black dress gliding on the floor behind her This cafe was his favorite, he knew, only because she worked there
“Oh, Mr He looked from door to door, wondering which was the right one
Finally, Melvin’s legs lost their strength, and he collapsed to the floor, his muscles turning to jelly On the opposite wall, a tall cabinet stood, beakers and bottles littering its shelves
“N It seemed the front and back yards weren’t the only lawns the kid had been mowing since he’d turned old enough to vote Melvin felt the dizziness in his head threaten to buckle his knees and swat him out of his reverie You could have the smallest dick in the world and they will beg you to stick it in them and then scream when you make them cum,” her voice rose up from below him, soothing him, her hands rubbing his thighs The witch slid one strap of her dress over her shoulder and then the second strap over her other shoulder What was she up to?
“To make this potion yours and only yours, you must add your own special essence,” she said and licked his ear lobe with a flick of her tongue
“Fate brought you into my store She would enjoy toying with this one He figured it was his best bet anyway since it most appeared to match the address he’d been given Could this really be happening? Doubts mounted in his mind; panic began to set in He glanced up and down the street from his table He scratched the back of his head Just the check,” he stammered and gave her a weak smile in return Melvin knew that she was merely going to take the graphs and claim them as her own, taking more credit for his work during her meeting with the Board of Directors
The witch kissed him, her lips encasing his, her tongue slipping out and licking his lips, her breath warm on his face Frowning, he left the cash on the table with a healthy tip for his waitress and made his way into the afternoon Melvin hoped to God she didn’t giggle at its size Melvin began to back away, his hand reaching behind him to find the door handle so he could make his exit
The woman had been waiting for him, and she took him in with her eyes Melvin liked to have an excuse to stick his fingers in his hair, assuring himself that it was still there; of all the things that had happened to him, at least he wasn’t bald Melvin doubted he’d find anything as page-turning as that, but half the fun was searching for the books anyway He had quite the imagination She spat Melvin’s load into the bottle, placed a finger over it and shook it viciously ”
Her tone of voice told Melvin that this was an order, not a request, and he pulled himself to his knees before her, head bowed, as if in prayer Rejection had been his middle name since elementary school, but he still wasn’t used to it Spunk As a hobby, he liked to search for rare or unique books; they didn’t even have to be worth anything as long as they offered some kind of interesting jewel for him to unearth in the pages between their worn and dusty covers Melvin, he hated to admit, had become something of a joke He clenched his eyes, trying to focus, feeling her hands roaming and stroking him, her lips on his own, her body pressed against his Anyway, no time like now to start working up that courage he so desperately needed He listened to the seconds ticking away on his Rolex Not even Toto
His waitress brought him the bill, told him to have a nice day, and was quickly waved over to the table of fat guys, still laughing over some lame joke, needing more beer He was like a puppy with his big hopeful eyes and harmless nature Then she’d peeled the shorts right off of the lawn boy and got a good taste of THAT particular banana His heart fluttered in his chest Melvin took some big, gulping breaths Satisfied that he was, he stepped out of his car into the brisk night His head felt light He felt her body work against his, grinding, slipping down to her knees
“I can help you,” a sensuous voice rang from the back of the store Melvin MacMuffin, are you always so insecure? So full of doubt?” the woman purred from the other side of the room
“Why don’t you let me help you get it out?” she cooed, and her tongue was in his ear, circling and tickling him Only, tonight he hadn’t had anything to drink He recalled his eyes burning through the words, flipping from one page to the next, a pleasurable throbbing coming from the crotch of his pants as his arousal became evident, and then disgust at the accounts of the man’s eating of his victims, sometimes right after he’d coupled with them After all the pain he’d gone through, the miseries heaped upon him, didn’t he deserve a little bit in life? Of everyone he knew, didn’t HE deserve to have some happiness?
As if in answer, the witch took him in her mouth, her black hair bobbing, her lips slipping around his erection and down to the root Was this the witch’s doing? Had she hypnotized him? Or was it simply a level of pleasure he’d never experienced before propelling him to new heights?
She began to speed up, and Melvin felt himself lose complete control He figured that the woman, the one who claimed to be a witch, had something to do with his lightheadedness Her dimples clued him in to her innocence He wasn’t so bad Instead, Mrs Mrs Her breasts jiggled a little as she did so, and surprising himself, Melvin felt a tiny stirring from his limp penis She must have walked over after finishing the the orders at the table of guffawing fat men Melvin tossed a nervous glance to his right at one of these jars, one that seemed to be full of eyeballs Entranced, Melvin could only watch her
“Love juice, Melvin No mere mortal could hold a man so ultimately in her grasp with such a heavenly body Too many people took advantage of this She was no witch; she was a goddess, and she would make him her slave At times like this, depression threatened to swell upon him and crush him with one devastating blow to the skull Could she be satisfied with something merely average? He thought not nothing A few books sat on the shelves that lined the store walls, but these were far outnumbered by jars of strange looking ingredients ”
Dammit Her voice slipped past his defenses and caressed his heart A crooked grin slid over her face
Someone had told him of a rare book store, tucked away and relatively unknown by even the city’s most ardent rare book seekers, and this is where Melvin headed in his BMW, aware that he’d be driving in a part of the city where a BMW would stick out like a sore thumb By now he should have been a partner in his firm She held the bottle up to her eyes and regarded it for a moment BAM! And that would be the end of it by way of the shotgun And then he’d have the courage to not spew his meal all over her when she told him nope, no thanks, maybe some other time
He wrapped his hands around her head, his fingers sliding into her soft hair as she made love to him with her mouth She rubbed against him with her leg, feeling the heat building through his pants Melvin began to see stars, fireworks invisible to anyone but him Oh shit, he was going to shoot his shot right now!
“No, no, bad boy,” the witch gripped him hard, her long nails digging into his sensitive tissue, and Melvin’s pleasure was lost in a bolt of pain Things like this never happened to him; being seduced by an exotic and beautiful woman, a complete stranger, was out of the question
“It’s still missing an ingredient,” the witch said, putting the bottle behind her back, warding Melvin off with her free hand by pushing it against his chest
She undid his pants and slid them to his ankles Melvin tensed He didn’t care ”
“How’d All the buildings looked seedy, dark and foreboding The stairway was narrow and felt crooked, the wallpaper cracked and peeling in places; Melvin felt the need to place his hands against the walls to steady himself as he walked up It seemed to pulse with a kind of electric power in her hands, and she popped open the cork and inhaled
“Anything else, Mr
“Perfect,” she said and turned to him, “Get on your knees He figured he wouldn’t be there long enough to get it stolen She looked too pure, too innocent, and therefor, had no reason to be attracted to him because he knew the only thing he had to offer was money
“How?” he said No guts, no glory
He’d have to blindly pick one and choose I’m a fucking witch! I know all sorts of shit,” she said with a cackling laugh, throwing her head back, her long black hair flowing around her shoulders His head felt a little dizzy, drunk almost They seemed to watch his progress with open, unblinking eyes
But Melvin was far from a violent man and not much more than a scrawny, stick-limbed individual with glasses, a timid nature, and a nose for money
Melvin had slowly climbed his way up the ladder of the financial world, working his way to the very top, and then rammed up against a cold-hearted bitch of a boss who liked to see him squirm for her own twisted benefit Her voice was persuasive, somehow hypnotic, and Melvin found himself believing her without even knowing what she was talking abou |
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