Ben had followed his friend Rick—or “Rita” as she was calling herself now ever since they’d uncovered that little statuette. Rick had touched it, and it had started glowing, and….when it stopped Rick was gone and Rita was there, and she’d made no bones about it—she wanted Ben to fuck her. Ben had been quite uncomfortable and declined at first, confusing Rita immensely. She’d mooved onto a bar, with Ben following, rather confusedly.
She flashed him a puppy dog look, and then flashed him her tits. “Like it? Now can we go fuck?” She asked.