Reflection
“Maybe you’ll think again next time before you get in the way of someone who’s scoring,” said Frank as he kicked Charlie in the ribs. Satisfied with the pained groan, he spit in the dirt next to his downed foe and walked back into the bar. Charlie rolled over in pain, unfortunately not having learned this same lesson the past dozen times this had happened. It’s not that he was particularly scrawny. He just picked fights with people who were much more willing to beat him up than vice versa.
“What’s his deal?” asked the blonde woman standing just far enough away from the entrance to get away with smoking. Charlie hadn’t even noticed her until now, though to be fair she hadn’t done anything to stop the fight feet away from her.
“Oh you know, same old, same old,” Charlie said as he dragged himself to his feet, “Guy can’t take a hint, keeps harassing a girl, I step in to stop him because I can’t take a cosmic hint, he beats the crap out of me. Sometimes the girl even ends up going home with him later once she’s loosened up and had some fun.“
“This happens often?” she asked a little bewildered.
“Yeah. I just feel like...you know someone should be there to intervene. I would hate to be getting that sort of unwanted attention and just have everyone around me...you know,” he said. He started assessing the damage. A little bruised, maybe a scrape here or there.
“And you don’t get anything out of this?” she laughed, “Is this just a humiliation fetish for you or do you think the victim will rush to you, their hero?”
“Honestly would that work? I always assumed it wouldn’t...” he trailed off. As he took in the stranger across from him, he noticed that she was much paler than most people in this area. A more primal part of his brain couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were straining the metallic undershirt she was wearing.
“Well sir, this is your lucky day. I’m actually a shield maiden. Yes, yes, Norse mythology and all of that...” She spotted the complete lack of recognition in his face. “Anyway, I can give you my blessing: a protection spell. One that will take damage others try to inflict on you and reflect it back to them...in a manner of speaking.”
“What” Charlie was dumbfounded.
“All you have to do,” she continued with some annoyance in her voice, “is kiss me on the lips. That will grant you the blessing and give me a little bit of fun as well.”
Charlie looked the stranger up and down. She definitely had the Norse down, but he wasn’t exactly sure what a shield maiden was even supposed to look like. But hell what was there to lose? He closed his eyes and put his mouth against the blonde woman’s.
And started coughing. Forgot about the smoking. He didn’t feel any more empowered, but maybe it wasn’t a “magically start glowing with power” thing.
“Well I’m going to be on my way home...embarrassed myself after all can’t go back in there,” he said as he gestured goodbye and started walking down the street towards his nearby home.
“Don’t thank me too much,” the shield maiden said as she rolled her eyes. He was at least a little tasty, she thought to herself, even if there was a little bloody aftertaste. Satisfied with her deed for the night, she threw the cigarette into the ashtray and sauntered off into the darkness of the night.
THE NEXT DAY
Charlie was at his job, having managed to avoid any physical confrontations while sleeping at his home and working at an office. He didn’t really think it would be wise to draw violence on himself just for the 1% chance that kissing a stranger had given him magical powers. Just seemed like asking for trouble. And he was having his own share of social confrontations anyway. His boss had forced him and his coworker Angie to go through the dreaded task of getting some things from the storage facility, which usually involved undoing the damage of the last people who got something from the storage facility, doing on-the-fly inventory, and generally lots of boxes acting as hazards all around. Angie was also quick to anger over any little misstep he made on a normal day and so it all made for a very unpleasant combination. Right now they were negotiating over whether it was worth it to check for last year’s tax forms in the unlabeled box of papers on the top shelf near the back.
“You’re the only one who is tall enough to grab it so just do it already,” Angie demanded.
“I already know what’s going to happen, it’s going to be too heavy and then something bad will come from that,” Charlie said knowing that he was only moments away from still having to do it anyway.
“JUST DO IT OR I’LL TELL THE BOSS YOU SKIPPED OUT AND WENT HOME,” she grimaced.
With a sigh, Charlie put both feet on the bottom shelf and carefully reached up to get a hold of the box. To his surprise, the box wasn’t heavy at all.
“Huh,” he said, “I can actu—". It turned out that though he could support the weight of the box, the shelf could not support the weight of a person. As the bottom buckled out, the whole shelf rocked towards the two of them, knocking Charlie over and throwing the unlabeled box right into Angie whom it glanced off mostly harmlessly. You wouldn’t believe it by her reaction though. There was only a split second of silence for Charlie to pick himself up before she was at his side jawing.
“You IDIOT, not only should you never try to test your weight like that, you had to jinx and say something while it was still working too. Ughh! I could be down here with literally anyone else and we would have finished the job by now, but instead I’m stuck with YOUR DUMB ASS,” she ranted. With the last words she suddenly punched him in the arm to emphasize her annoyance.
Or at least...she thought she had. Did she just imagine it? Charlie and Angie both looked at each other in surprise, having both just witnessed a punch happen but simultaneously didn’t happen. Charlie had felt the impact. He knew it, but yet...it hadn’t happened. Angie was befuddled. Did she just imagine that she had hit him? She opened her mouth to ask what the hell was going on when she was bombarded by invasive thoughts.
Jerk him off
You need his cock in your hands
Pump pump pump
“Do you hear tha—", she asked before the next wave hit her.
Just a little rub...or a lot of rub
One little button in the way and it’s all yours
Let it throb between your fingers
Charlie was taken aback as Angie listlessly stumbled over to him and steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder. She was fairly petite and fit, so her movements seemed more like a drunk ballerina than a bumbling oaf.
“How are you doing this?” Angie whispered as she carefully undid his belt and started reaching for her prize.
“Doing gulp what,” Charlie responded, definitely knowing how but not exactly what “this” was.
“I have to make you cum. I have to hold your dick,” she muttered to herself as much as to him. By this point the tension had gotten to both of them and when she managed to pull his boxers down to his knees, her hands were soon stroking a fully erect cock. Charlie couldn’t believe what was happening. He wasn’t going to complain (her hands were well lotioned due to her weakness for buying products from pyramid schemes), but Angie of all people dreamily moaning to herself as her fingers gave him the treatment he (probably deserved)? I guess it pays to get beaten up sometimes. Though it might have been in his head but he wasn’t sure if he could have pulled away if he wanted to...
“Can you cum for me please?” Angie begged, increasing her pace as her cheeks reddened. She took one hand and wrapped it around the tip, pumping him in and out of her crudely formed hand-pussy. She softly moaned with each little thrust of him she made into it until Charlie couldn’t help but explode all over her. Her legs quivered a bit as she felt him finish. After a brief second of acknowledgment, she wiped her soiled hands off on her pants and turned back to the matter of finding the tax forms.
“Angie, uh...I think people are going to notice the stuff on your pants,” Charlie said bashfully.
“Oh, um, I’ll take care of it before we get back,” she responded as she seemed to come back to reality a bit. He could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to rationalize what happened, but it slowly faded as she turned back into her grouchy old self. They finished the rest of the work in relative silence and didn’t bring up the incident again.
LATER THAT DAY
Charlie typed away at his computer wondering why they hadn’t just digitized their forms in the first place. His mind kept wandering to the earlier encounter with Angie. From what he could tell, her punch was “reflected” into the desire to...give him a hand job? It wasn’t clear what the parameters of this power was. There was a moment where he felt the minor pain of the punch, but it seems to have not existed for longer than that. Was the hand job directly proportional to the punch or was he just going to start getting random strangers jerking him off all the time now? His idle speculation was interrupted as the door to his office was thrown open and an angry Angie walked in.
“Listen up jerk-ass,” she said already in a rage, “I don’t know what you drugged me with or whatever earlier but I’m going to HR and you’re going to be DONE here”
“Angie, listen to me. I didn’t do anything to you,” he pleaded.
“That’s bullshit! You think that I’ve just been sitting behind my desk, waiting for the opportunity for the two of us to be alone? You. Did. Something.” she insisted. It wasn’t exactly clear what her goal was coming in to confront him, but Charlie could tell from how white her knuckles were grasping the side of his desk that she was fired up. A malicious thought came to mind. He was already ahead sexually for the day...week, hell month. Could he take a chance to experiment?
“...if I was handing out handjobs there are a hundred other people working here who I would choose before you,” she continued, not letting her target’s lack of attention stop her. Charlie decided it was time to push her over.
“I don’t know Angie. You seemed to really enjoy yourself,” he said, trying to ignore the warning klaxons in his head that he was steering towards trouble, “If I didn’t know better, I would think that maybe you enjoy being a little...slut... in the storage room. Have you done that before?” Charlie braced himself, knowing what was coming.
“WHY YOU LITTLE—” Angie leaned back and delivered a powerful slap across the cheek that echoed through the office.
But it didn’t. The mark was gone, the echo was deadened. Whatever it was, it hadn’t happened. Angie jumped backwards in horror.
“See the thing is Angie,” Charlie started while grinning, “I think that our earlier ‘fun’ was caused by you trying to harm me. Which means that any second now...” Angie ran out of the room as fast as she could. But it wasn’t fast enough, as in the doorway the first wave hit her.
It’s time for a facial
Choke on his cock
Good girls need to be on their knees
She stepped backwards into the office and slowly shut the door behind her. After locking it, she turned around and put her head down in surrender.
“Uhh...” Charlie’s confidence was quickly fading, “What is it now?”
Slurp slurp slurp
You love the taste
He’ll love to see you suck that dick
“I think I need—” Angie replied dejectedly, “I think I need to blow you”.
“That’s okay, I don’t really—” Charlie tried to give her an out, but found himself undoing his slacks all the same. Angie took back her curly brown hair and pulled it into a ponytail and then dropped onto all fours. In humiliating fashion, she started pulling herself closer to the treat in front of her.
“Sit down please,” she demanded, though with a more pleading tone than her earlier demands. Charlie pulled his rolling chair up behind him and sat down, pants around his ankles. She looked up aat him with dazed, green eyes. As Angie started kissing up and down his shaft, he started to feel guilty.
“What can I...umm...do for you?” Charlie asked nervously. Without taking any focus away from the task in front of her, Angie unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to undo her bra. Slowly, she guided Charlie’s hands to her breasts and he started rolling her nipples between his fingers as she wrapped her lips around his cock. She wouldn’t be winning any wet t-shirt contests any time soon, but they were just the right size for her frame, and Charlie loved how firm they felt in his groping hands. Watching her butt wiggle as she took him in her mouth over and over again, Charlie couldn’t help but give it a playful swat. He realized his potential error messing with anything close to pain, but after bracing himself for a second, nothing happened. He returned his hand to where she put it and yanked her nipples as he pulled himself deeper and deeper into her throat.
He didn’t know if this was experience or a side effect of the gift he had been granted, but Angie was especially good at sucking dick. Within five minutes, he already knew he was about to tap out. As he started grunting, she pulled her mouth off.
“Need it on...my cheeks,” she muttered softly to herself as she turned her face. Charlie couldn’t stifle his awkward groan as he came for the second time today and also this month. Angie writhed with pleasure as she jerked him all over her face. For whatever reason, she felt especially compelled to get him on either side of her mouth. She continued to orgasm after he was done, embarrassingly humping his leg with her crotch until they were both spent. Charlie leaned back with a grin across his face, slowly petting his coworker who had collapsed face first in his crotch. Eventually she came to, grabbed a kleenex from the desk and cleaned off her face.
“Alright so...I guess we’ll just...keep this between us,” she said, blushing before exiting the room and going on her way.
THAT NIGHT
The shield maiden was back outside the bar again, just like Charlie was hoping. As he walked up, she gave him a brief nod, cigarette still in hand.
“Get into any trouble today?” she asked with the smirk of a person who either knew the correct answer or was confident enough to think she did.
“I don’t know what it was,” Charlie said, “But somehow I got into more potential physical pain situations than I would normally expect in an average day.”
“Yeah, that tends to be the way it is. As much as I call it a gift, it tends to feel like it makes people unlucky,” she responded.
“Unlucky? I got more action today than I’ve gotten in a long time,” Charlie grinned.
“Well...I mean, obviously there are—” the shield maiden was interrupted.
“Well well well, if it isn’t my friend from last night,” Frank said as he walked up to the two of them.
“Buddy I don’t think you want to mess with me, " Charlie said, feeling invincible, “Why don’t you just move along?”
“I’m not sure you fully thought this through,” the shield maiden said, mostly to herself.
“Move along? Why don’t I just pound you again?” Frank threatened. Charlie chuckled to himself which was enough to put Frank over the edge. Frank pulled back his foot and kicked Charlie with enough force to push him into the exterior wall of the building. Or so he thought, but a second later he realized that he somehow hadn’t kicked Charlie at all. The shield maiden shook her head as Charlie realized that the lack of pain wasn’t the only part of the power that he had to keep in consideration.
“What is going on man?” Frank said, fully spooked out by what was happening around him. Charlie tried to look for a way out for himself but it was too late.
Spread your cheeks
Let him inside you
You need that cock
Against his better nature, Frank found himself pulling down his pants and underwear in one motion. He dropped to the ground and presented his ass to the person he had just been seconds away from beating to a pulp.
Take his cum
Ride ride ride
Feel it throb
“Listen man, I really am fine with you just leaving,” Charlie said trying to find a way out. It wasn’t enough to stop himself from removing his pants for the third time today. His traitorous manhood was already at full mast and he found himself spitting into his hand and lubing himself up. Frank pulled his cheeks apart and Charlie lined up his hard cock up with Frank’s asshole. As he pushed himself in, Frank groaned and desperately guided Charlie’s hand to his cock. As much as his head was screaming for him to stop, Charlie started stroking Frank’s thick member as he rammed him from behind. The more he tugged, the harder Frank pushed back into him.
The shield maiden shrugged as she listened to the two otherwise straight men pleasure each other and fill the air with a duet of moans and a stench of sweat and testosterone. She took a drag from her cigarette and pat Frank on the head, contemplating on another blessing of reflection well-used.