(Note: all characters are 18 and over)
Introduction
College student Grayson Nichols finds an unmarked package at his doorstep. Inside, a copper ornamental box contains a statue holding a small bowl. Instructions translate before his eyes and read:
Fill the bowl with sand and write a command.
The command must be legible.
Write as many commands in a day as you wish.
A person cannot be commanded more than once a day.
A person cannot be commanded for more than 137th of a day.
A person must be properly identified.
Now, Grayson suspects he's damned, but he intends to see how far he can bend the world to his will. Marcus Aurelius once said, "A man's worth is no greater than his ambitions." If that's true, Grayson may have the highest net worth on the planet.
Hampered only by an old injury at the hands of a bully, he fills the bowl with sand and starts writing.
Chapter 4
Grayson wrote in the sand late into the night and had barely grabbed a few hours of sleep before his alarm went off. Yet he shook off the tiredness and sat up. He let the pain in his leg and back battle through his body and then stood. He felt stronger. Perhaps all this exercise had done him some good.
Amy slid into the room and closed the door. Blonde hair hung in her face. She dropped her clothes.
"Get on your knees. That's a good stepsis. I haven't had a tug at my own dick in a long time. So keep your mouth open so I can use it as a receptacle." He stood over her, stroking his meat and slapping her with it. He pushed it down her throat, and she gagged. Then he jizzed into her mouth, and she swallowed without complaint. He said, "I have a long day. Wish me luck."
He went out to the car. The paint peeled from the hood in long strips. One window never shut all the way. His tires were bald. He turned the key, and it just whirred slowly, and he pumped the gas. Finally, it roared to life. The battery was low, or the starter was going bad, but it didn't matter. He was getting a new ride today. He had rich people in the city drop bags of money in specific locations. Ten minutes wasn't long to control people, so he had to find out when they visited banks so he or another of his band could pick it up before they could turn back. He tried to keep it to a minimum. t's funny how protective people were of their hard-earned cash.
He pulled into the dealership, and soon, a man came out to shake his hand.
"My name's Andrew, let me get you a salesman. Why don't you look at this one while I find someone?" He put his hand on the red-painted door. "Twin turbo inline-six and a manual transmission, right here."
"Very nice. But I use my turn signals, and with my leg and all, using a clutch is a little hard."
Andrew frowned at the offending leg. "Well, lots of other options."
"I know exactly what I want, and it's right here."
"A luxury V8. I like your style. I guess I can get you started. With the rates we pay to keep the cars nowadays, I won't be able to get you a deal, I'm afraid."
"Alright, let's see what we can do."
Let's see what I can do
.
Andrew brought him to a back office and started the long process of trying to sell warranties and paint coatings and all those things that could add an extra ten grand or more. Then he said, "Oh, I didn't see this, but there's a five thousand dollar markup. I'm sorry."
Even though Grayson collected a lot of money, he wouldn't blow it all on a single purchase. And he sure wouldn't pay a markup. He cased the place out and looked at their commercials and advertisements, which was enough to work with in the sand. "Oh, that's unfortunate. That might stretch my budget."
Hazel entered the room with a stack of paperwork and sat it on the desk. She wore a white sweater that did nothing to hide her large tits. Her face went slack, and her body changed posture. She said, looking at Grayson, "I think I know you." She then seemed horrified by her own words. "Fuck you."
A silence draped over the three of them.
Grayson cleared his throat, took out his phone, and started recording. "What is happening?"
The blood drained from Andrew's face. "I don't know. Hazel?"
Her eyes looked watery a little wild, but she couldn't do anything to stop herself. "Are you recording me? I don't care, fuck you." She reached down and pulled her sweater up to reveal a bra. She then grabbed the bra and pulled until her tits bounced free. Large nipples stuck out in the air-conditioned room. "A good show, huh, you perverts."
Grayson slapped the table. "What kind of establishment do you run here? I will not stand to be insulted and sexually harassed." She put her tits away, and he stopped recording.
Andrew grimaced. "Hazel, get out I'll deal with you later."
She walked out the door but looked through the glass into the room.
Grayson leaned back.
How'd you like the show, general manager
? "I don't think the city would like to know how I've been treated. Though I suppose you might attract a new clientele."
"I honestly have no idea what happened here today. I'm willing to let you walk out of here happy. How about a ten percent discount, no markup."
"I've never in all my life seen or heard of such outrageous behavior. I want half off, not less, and not more."
Before Andrew could retort, Hazel pressed her boobs against the glass.
"There goes September's numbers."
"Okay, get that paperwork ready, and I will sign." As the general manager readied it, he said. "I think you're employee needs a little lesson in proper behavior. I might not know how to sell cars, but I know when someone needs discipline."
"There's not much I can do but fire her. Ron does the HR duties, and I'll give him the information when he's in."
Grayson ignored Andrew and waved Hazel back in. "Your actions here insulted me and embarrassed your boss. What do you think of this idea? I hand out a little punishment, and you don't get fired?"
"Yes, whatever you want." Her eyes widened at the words coming from her mouth. The statue had about five minutes left of control.
