Anything You Want Ch 10 12

Note: This bit is a lot of set up. There are sexy moments, but no sex, so if that's what you are in the mood for, maybe read another story. Lots more sex awaits us in future chapters.

Ch. 10 - Shopping Trip

Despite spending hours in bed, Matthew neither spent half the night laying sleeplessly in bed nor having weird dreams. He drifted off, lying there using his winning lottery ticket as a bookmark, and drifted off into the void.

In the morning, he let himself sleep in longer than usual, too. For some reason, it was hard to get worked up about the prospect of yard sale loot or lawn mowing when he was already technically a millionaire. In fact, lying there, he could really only think about the essay he had to work on for his English class. He could just blow it off, of course, but somehow, that felt less right to him.

"Rise and shine, Tomé," he said, sitting up and flipping open the familiar red leather book. "What's on the agenda for today?"

'That's entirely up to you, master. Who would you like to seduce today,' was the book's response.

"I'll think about it and let you know," he said with a smile, feeling happier than he had in a long time. It was hard not to, of course. He literally had the world in the palm of his hand. "First comes breakfast, and then I might hit a few lawns before I start on my essay."

'Essay? Matthew - you hardly need to worry about such things anymore. I can handle that for you...' was the answer he found on the next page.

"Well, I don't want to drop out of college just yet," he answered, feeling defensive without quite knowing why he should. "Just think of all the beautiful women that are there every day."

This time, when he turned the page, there wasn't a cute little response. Instead, there were the first two pages of a completed essay on one of the books they were reading in class right now.

"Actually, I was going to write my paper on the other one, exploring the topic of..." Matthew's words trailed off as he turned the page and noted that she'd rewritten the new essay on the next page almost instantaneously.

"Thanks," he said glumly as he got up and put on some pants so he could go down and make some scrambled eggs. "I guess I'm going to grab a bite, and then I'll start typing this up."

He spent the next half an hour in the kitchen because he had to do his stepsister's dishes before he could even start on his own meal, but for once, he didn't mind. He was too busy trying to untangle his messy thoughts. Why would it feel bad to him to take this kind of shortcut when it came to his homework? It would save him literally hours, and no one would ever know.

No matter how he justified it to himself, though, it still fell flat. Helping him with things he could never do on his own was kind of awesome, but doing the things he could easily do for himself somehow took the thrill out of life. He didn't turn down the help, though. Instead, after he finished eating, he went back upstairs and knocked it out in about an hour, idly hoping that he'd spot Mrs. Hale during one of his breaks.

"Alright, homework is done," Matthew said, cracking his knuckles over his head as he stretched. "I was thinking - what else can I do to improve the odds with Jill tomorrow night?"

'Wait to ask her until just before her shift ends at four. That will give her the time to realize what just happened and increase peer pressure, doubling your chances.' The book answered helpfully when he flipped it open. 'Beyond that, we need to get you a new shirt.'

"What's wrong with my shirt?" Matthew asked, a little hurt by the words as he looked into the mirror.

'The women in your life largely agree that you're a pretty handsome guy, Matthew, but most of them think that you have the fashion sense of a teenager. We're going to have to fix that if you want them to want you back.' He was somewhat mollified when she put it like that. It probably wasn't even wrong.

"Alright then, I guess we're going to have to go shopping," he said with a shrug, trying not to be defensive. "How much are we talking here? Will I need to hit an ATM?"

'To get everything you will need over the next few days will cost $386.14, not including lunch. You'd find it creepy if I told you what you were going to get at the food court.'

Underneath that message was a list of items, including colors and sizes, all categorized by stores. It was like having one of those smart assistants that actually worked, and it was creepy enough even without telling him where he was going to eat.

She was right about that, at least, he thought with a laugh as he put the book in his bag and dug out the roll of twenties from his sock drawer. He'd been worried that she was going to want him to spend thousands of dollars on luxury suits, but her list was much more practical.

She just wanted him to get a new pair of tennis shoes, a few pairs of jeans from a store he normally wouldn't be caught dead in, and a couple other places to grab some shirts was almost reasonable. The outing seemed like an adventure, and it dispelled the gloom that he'd felt since he'd decided to cheat on his essay as he ran downstairs to head out.

Normally, Matthew hated shopping, and anything he had to get, he got online. It wasn't just because everything was so expensive, and he was cheap, either. It was also because he actually had to drive into the city and deal with all the people. Normally, there was nothing appealing about that to him, but today was different. Today, everything was a limitless possibility because he had a secret. Tucked away in his bookbag was a little spark of magic that might give him a chance with almost every woman he saw, and that power was intoxicating.

Should he try to flirt with that girl at the jewelry counter? How about the woman behind the cashier. For the first time in his life, his constant social anxiety was replaced by a feeling of limitlessness. Suddenly, anything was possible in a way he'd never considered before.

Or maybe it was because he finally got to fuck Mrs. Hale, he thought wryly as he watched a particularly busty woman walk by him on the way into the shoe store he'd just left. Matthew had no idea who she was, but he could find out.

He was pretty sure if he opened up the red leather book in his bag and asked Tomé about her there would be some winding path that led all the way to the woman's bedroom. He had no idea how long it would take, of course, but if he wanted to, he was sure he could see if those tits looked as good as he thought they would once she was completely naked.

He resisted temptation, though, and instead did some more shopping before he grabbed a bite. Life was about more than fucking random women. After all, there were some very specific women he wanted to bang first, he thought, laughing to himself. Maybe after he'd gotten all of them out of his system, he would play the field a little more.

"Or maybe I'll find something interesting to do that has nothing to do with sex," he said quietly to himself before he picked up another french fry.

Matthew's attempts to focus worked just fine until he got to the last store on his list and encountered a girl who just dripped sex appeal on the floor of the department store. She had a dark tan, big brown eyes, and just the faintest hint of an accent. Honestly, he wanted to fuck her the moment he saw her.

He wasn't weird about it, though. He said hello, and she was friendly enough while he was browsing the section near her, looking for the pair of jeans that Tomé had specified. He even worked up the nerve to get Natalia to help him out. Her accent told him that she was from somewhere in South America, but he could have guessed that from her complexion and her amazing ass.

When he went to the changing room to try on the outfit that he already knew would fit, he stopped and asked the book what he could do.

'Natalia isn't someone you're going to be able to have sex with after a single interaction unless you're out dancing. That girl loves to dance, but you're doing a great job already. Just be confident and bold. She loves it more than most.'

"Christ, I'm going to have to learn to dance, aren't I?" he sighed as he shut the book and put it away before he steeled himself to talk to the lovely saleswoman again.

Their second encounter was a little warmer if anything, and though she was very sweet as she told him that she thought his choice looked great, he never quite got the chance to ask for her number and went home empty-handed. Well, empty-handed except for three or four outfits, which apparently made him a lot more appealing to the sexy women in his life.

On the way home, he still felt like that was a pretty solid step, though. Having a magic book was cool and everything, but it would be a lot cooler if women wanted him for who he was rather than because he knew every little secret in their dirty little minds.

That night, he watched the lottery numbers as they were drawn on Livestream, and though he checked his ticket as his mother crumbled up hers, he was very careful not to give any outward sign that he'd just won a million dollars, even though it thrilled him to the core.

He'd cash that ticket later. Right now, all that mattered was getting Jill to help him celebrate in style tomorrow.

Ch. 11 - A Lesson in Love

That night when he slept, Matthew found himself back in the mall that he'd only just left, but this time instead of eyeing the women like he was browsing books at the library, they were all eye fucking him instead. They weren't any prettier than they had been in real life, but the fact that were obviously hitting on him made him more than a little nervous.

"Don't I know you from somewhere? The woman in the shoe store asked, feigning déjà vu.

"I don't think so," Matthew mumbled, "I think I'd—"

"Because you look an awful lot like my next boyfriend," she said, interrupting him as she leaned forward to give him a long look down her cleavage. "You know if we get her drunk, it wouldn't be that hard to get my roommate involved in a three-way..."

Unable to think of a way to respond, he quickly paid for his shoes and left without quite managing to feel like he was running away from the woman. He went to the food court next but chose Pizza instead of a burger.

"What's on the Menu?" the girl at the pizza booth asked him, even though he hadn't asked her anything yet. "Me N U, baby."

"Okay..." he answered, not sure exactly what to say to something like that. "You know you could have had a slice of something tastier than pizza if you had come over here yesterday for a slice instead of grabbing a corn dog and fries..." she said huskily, undoing the top two buttons of her ugly black and red work shirt, exposing a touch of cleavage.

"Excuse me? Yesterday?" Matthew asked, suddenly aware that he was dreaming, as he realized he'd just been here.

"I was checking you out because I was a little horny and a little high at work, not that you noticed," she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him closer to her, so he could whisper in his ear.

"It's because I'm ov-u-lat-ing." she took great care to pronounce every syllable of that word as his mind went blank with lust and fear. "I wouldn't have fucked you on the counter or anything, but if you'd played your cards right, you could have been in my bed right now making me a mommy instead of getting a hard-on at home alone..."

"Tomé?" Matthew called out. He wasn't completely sure this was her doing, but he was pretty sure it was. "You can come out now. Teasing me like this is fun, but I'm not seeing the point..."

The question made the pizza girl let go of him and smile mysteriously as she stepped away. Her silence didn't stop her from continuing to strip, revealing her slender body a piece at a time, while he tried not to look.

She made for a distracting background when Tomé finally appeared from the employee entrance as a busty woman wearing a veil. Comically, though, instead of the robe's he'd last seen her in, she was wearing the same uniform as the pizza girl.

"Who's teasing?" she asked innocently. "Every word that Jessica said is true, she said, gesturing to the half-naked girl. It probably best that you didn't, but you definitely could have had her if you had seen the signs."

"So this is a lecture then?" he asked as they started walking away from the memory of the horny girl. "You're punishing me so that I do better in the future?"

"Not at all, Master," she countered. She still wore her veil, so he couldn't see her expression, but she sounded a little hurt by his accusation. "This is simply a lesson so that you can do better in the future. This isn't about the opportunities you've missed up until now. I just want to help you fulfill all of your fantasies."

That mollified him somewhat as they wove through the crowd of strangers. She hadn't said it yet, but he knew that they were heading towards the department store and the girl that he'd hit on earlier. He had no idea what her plan for that was, but he felt like he wanted to delay it, so he asked, "So what other missed opportunities were there on my little shopping trip."

"Oh, there were too many to count, Master, but that's just the life of mortals for you. Every day, fortune dances around them, but they don't have eyes to see it," she said smoothly, gesturing to the crowded mall around them. "Maybe it would help if I cleared the picture up for you."

With a wave of her hand, most of the people in the mall disappeared, leaving him with just attractive women and occasionally the men that they were here with. "These are all the women you might have had some interest in getting to know better."

With a second wave of her hand, three-quarters of those women, including almost all the ones with partners, disappeared too, making the place feel almost completely deserted. "And these are the ones that you had some reasonable chance to fucking with a little effort."

Matthew looked around, noticing that the women who were left weren't necessarily the hottest ones he'd seen on his trip, but they were all still cute. Even though 90 or 95% of the people in the mall were gone now, those that remained were still a wonderland of sexual partners.

As they walked down the main hall between rows of now-empty stores, every woman that was left was staring at him, and he couldn't pass a single one of them without offering some kind of comment.

"That shirt would look better on my floor," one woman said as she walked by him. "I could stare at that ass all day long," the girl at the cellphone repair booth called out as he passed by.

"This is hardly realistic," he said to Tomé as they went. "I've never seen a woman flirt like this in my whole life."

"Of course not. It's incumbent on the man to make the first move in most cases," she agreed, "But all of these women thought something very close to this when they saw my handsome master in the mall today, I promise you."

Matthew blushed a little despite himself but tried not to act as shy as he felt. He'd never been very good with the rare compliments he received, and that trait made this situation very challenging.

Half a dozen lewd remarks later, they finally reached the department store, but as soon as Matthew crossed the threshold, he experienced a moment of dizziness while Tomé whispered, "Maybe it's best if you get a glimpse of how it works from the other side."

Matt didn't have time to ask any questions because moments later, he was in the store folding shirts for sale in the smooth, practiced way that she always did after her customer left a mess. For a moment, Natalia paused, wondering if something was amiss, but the strange feeling quickly passed, and she returned to work.

"Excuse me, could you help me find something," she turned around to help the customer who was addressing her and was surprised to find a handsome young man standing suddenly just a little too close to her, sending a gentle thrill of fear through her body. "I'm looking for these, but in a 32 waist, and I need you to help me."

Some small emphasis on the word need made her lip curl in a smile as he tried to maintain eye contact. "Right away, sir," she answered obediently. "I think we have some more in stock over here." It was clear that he needed more than a pair of pants when it came to her, and she enjoyed the little thrill of power as she went about trying to help him find what he was looking for.

"Perfect, just like you," he added.

She turned around, trying to think of the right way to chastise him politely for that, but when he looked at her and smiled unrepentantly she melted a little and couldn't think of a single thing to say. Instead, she could only smile in return before she turned and led him to the correct display.

Little exchanges like that typified their interactions over the next few minutes, and something about this guy, this Matthew, really started to get under her skin after a few minutes. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but the way that his hands accidentally touched his when he handed her things and the way that he checked out her ass in the mirror in such an entitled way when he thought she wasn't looking. Normally she'd be offended, but as confident and complimentary as he was, she found she didn't actually mind and looked for excuses to bend over, showing off her ass to him.

Sometimes she did this to tease customers that were being assholes, but this time she just wanted to see how big the bulge in this guy's pants was. It wasn't like she was going to fuck him or anything, but since he'd gotten some pretty good looks at her, it was only fair.

"The changing room is this way? He asked suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie as she handed him the last item on his list.

"Oh yes, right this way," she answered, flushing slightly as she realized she spaced out, thinking about what he might look like underneath his clothes. It was a pity that this store didn't use security cameras in their changing area because if they did, she could have taken a peek.

It was something she didn't need to worry about, though, because no sooner were they alone in the area of changing area than he pushed her into a room and shut the door behind them.

"Sir," she whispered, scandalized, before he silenced her protests with a kiss. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but not because she wanted to say no. Deep down, she was looking for a reason to say yes.

As his hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, she finally felt his bulge pressing against her belly, and her pussy tingled at the idea. She could never fuck a customer in a place like this, but she'd always wanted to. The moment stretched forever, and then, just as suddenly as he started kissing her, he stopped. "Remember," Matthew said, growling into her ear as he pinned her against the wall. "If you jerk off before your date, you'll never get into Jill's panties..."

For a second, Natalia struggled to make sense of that statement, but then it suddenly penetrated the dream fog as she woke up in her own bed ... in Matthew's bed, with a start.

Ch. 12 - Instant Millionaire

Matthew woke with his heart pounding and his cock aching. His first thought was to ask Tomé what the fuck she was thinking, but he quickly set that aside. Being rude to the powerful spirit in his magic book would not end well for him. At least she hadn't forced him to have sex with himself.

He wasn't sure if that would have made him gay or bi, but the fact that he was this turned on by the fact that not-him had forced himself on him-as-a-girl in the changing room left him deeply disturbed. Was that really what women wanted, he wondered, or was the Tomé's idea of a joke? He had so little experience with women he honestly couldn't say.

The whole thing also made him want to jerk off so fucking bad he had trouble keeping his hand off his dick as he lay there tenting both his underwear and the sheets. In the end, all he could do was wait for it to die down while he tried to think about anything but the way the pussy that he'd never really had tingled and moistened at the idea of being pinned to the wall by a handsome stranger.