Hi readers! Sorry this isn't a Bimbo Fairy story. To be honest I'm having trouble figuring out the direction I want it to go. I got this idea while I was writing the last story I published. I had to write it before I forgot it. Hope you like it. Comments are welcome. Negative comments saying how much you hated it do not help me write a story you will like. So please help me with constructive comments or story ideas that you think I could do well. With that said, all mentioned in the story below are above the age of eighteen.
For my muse
A Wicked Witch
Just so we start this story off straight, I am a witch, better known as Wiccan. I never use my abilities to harm others, but to benefit them. Some believed in my power and sought advice again and again. Others laughed and mocked me, even bullied me. I never did anything to deserve that treatment. People who wanted my help were never forced to use any I gave them. Believers, believe. The ones who don't, usually end up being sorry for it.
I was brought into the craft by my great grandmother. A powerful witch herself, she sold herbs and potions to the sick and hurt. She read fortunes and helped people with financial spells to pull them through difficult times. She taught me that we were never to use our magick for personal reasons, or financial gain. We worked solely on generous donations made by people seeking our advice. She also taught that casting spells relating to love or vanity would backfire. It would cause more damage than good, and upset people to the point of retaliating against you. She was wise beyond her years.
I developed my abilities under her tutelage until she passed. The day of her death, I swear I could feel a presence enter me and strengthen my ability. I was distraught over the loss of my loved one but I knew she was in a better place. Time heals and fills those gaps with new people you will love. My family wasn't religious to speak of, occasionally they would go to service at Christmas or attend a church wedding. They never pushed faith or God in the house, however they still taught right from wrong.
I continued my education with Wicca, and the more I learned the stronger I got. Seriously, I could see the future without the aid of cards or runes, but I still would use them. I didn't know the extent of my power until that night.
I will get back to that thought, I'm so rude! Hi my name is Tabitha. I just turned thirty years old. I have brown hair that almost touches my ass and D cups that I hide regularly under bulky sweaters. Honestly I never really focused my attention on sex but I have always found women more attractive than men. Women have beautiful clothing that can enhance flawless bodies. Yes, curves won out over backward hats and jeans hanging so low only a belt would prevent them from falling off.
Unfortunately, I didn't survive on my abilities, I had a job as a paralegal. It was a good job and I made more than enough to keep the bills paid. I must admit, I had the hots for the lawyer working for the firm. She shared her name with one of my favorite female vocalists, Stevie!
Every guy, married or not, would chase that skirt everywhere it went. I flirted with her and she would return with some flirting of her own. I knew I didn't stand a chance until that night...I know I know I said that before, I just wanted to describe myself real quick. Okay, back to the story.
That evening as we waited for the clock to shed an hour off it's face, Dennis, the firm's largest womanizer; an enormous pile of shit, was groping Stevie's ass. With intense devotion like he was learning to read braille. Bastard is married with three kids I thought, as rage boiled my blood. He tried that crap on me once, getting a handful of tit, for his efforts. A print of my hand remained on his face when I was called in to explain why he wore it. He had been reprimanded for it before but being a lawyer who won cases, won out over his disrespectful manner.
Why do guys like that get away with feeling you up, without any repercussions? Yeah they could lose their job, but few did. I just paid karma forward is all. Well, that bought me a small write up, but worth it if you ask me. I just wish he knew what it felt like.
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