Turning down the promotion.




Tommy sat in his slightly uncomfortable chair. The office didn’t have the money for proper chairs—or they did, but management chose not to spend it. He knew it was a hard sell, but the medical leave due to lower back pain had to be larger.




The company Tommy worked for was rather droll. They sold caps for bottles and med

Bored science.




Kiri was bored, which was kind of an unusual state for her. Working for the magical research institute, there was usually always something happening—somebody blowing up something, an experiment leaking, or a new exciting discovery—but right now, there was nothing, well, except taking notes.




It was not that she didn’t see that a

Friendly boost.




“Please, Veronica. We have to meet your boyfriend at some point.”

“Maybe some other day, Vera.”

“Oh, come one, Roni. You have been dating for half a year now, and we haven’t seen heads or tails of this guy.”

“Darcey. You know we have been busy.”

Boosted theater.

Jazmine was fidgeting with her shirt at the low-end movie theater. She was going on a date with Charlie, the guy who cocked her mother in front of her. It was hot and the fucking they did afterwards was great. Thinking back to it she could feel herself getting wet. She let a hand run over her ass; while she wasn’t as big as her mother had been, she still thought that she had a decent ass.

Quitting in style. Time loop.




Tempra was at the office. She had had some crazy repeats the last couple of days. She did grand theft auto once while tackling a news crew the other time. Now, she felt like going back to work for a bit. It really didn’t matter much. One could only do the same task for so long, but she liked to do something “boring” once in a while.

Cocky donation.

Charlie sighed. There was nothing to feel embarrassed about, but embarrassment was still felt. A simple sign was over the door.




“Donate your body, to other people’s body.”




It was an old establishment. A lot of people who weren’t…. blessed had gone through here and gotten a boost. It was surp

Cocky restraint.

This was one of Tofton’s least favorite types of tasks: the complaining girlfriend, or sometimes just the complaining white woman. The woman across the table had certainly been complaining for a long time. That in itself would not be an issue; Tofton was used to long complaints. The problem was the why of it all. If there was a good reason, he would listen, as any good cop would.




T

Cock vore competition.




The light flickers on, and a woman standing in the middle of a stage is illuminated. A red curtain is behind her. She has a classical show-themed outfit on and bunny ears sticking out of her head.




“Welcome everyone to rate that load.”




The audience gives her a