Megan smirked as she walked down the street. Her wonderful master decided that she needed to spend some time back as Miss Martian to hold off people figuring out that she was the voluptuous Nurse Mindfuck. So she had reverted her form back from the overly sexualized form to her more standard one.
She wasn't entirely happy to not be at her master's feet but she couldn't help but agree that she needed to keep up appearances. So she spent the day doing what she would have normally... using her psychic powers to improve the lives of people on the street.
People like the married couple bickering about expenses... with a mere thought suddenly the husband dragged her over to a bench and then down into his lap in one motion. He then flipped up her skirt and began spanking her hard. The Wife started out completely flabbergasted eventually began begging her master for forgiveness...
Megan then turned to a group of coeds protesting a new strip club... Megan laughed and watched as the best looking members of the group all laid down their signs and single file marched into the building eager to beg for a job.
Finally, at the end of the block she saw a group of college cheerleaders giving a charity carwash. The girls were in their sexy outfits and flirting with customers to make money. a quick scan of their minds all pretty much told the same story the girls laughing at the men as they drooled over their bodies as they gave money to their "charity" which in actuality was going to be the girls clothing fund. Megan sneered at this, if there was one thing she hated it was stuck up bitches... so with a few carefully placed psychic suggestions she watched as the scene changed.
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Melissa the head of the cheersquad grinned as she looked over the tin can of money they had already made. This was the best idea she ever had... shake her tits and ass in some of the lonely losers in this towns face and they'd give them whatever they wanted. She laughed to herself as a green sedan pulled in, "Showtime!" she thought as she adjusted her top and swayed her hips as she walked over to the car and leaned against the driver side window.
"Hey handsome!" She beamed.
"uh... Hi M-m-melissa." the driver stated
'Ugh it's this loser." Melissa thought "hey, Henry nice car you have here... well as you can see me and the squad are collecting money... so if you would like to donate it's 20 dollars for a blowjob, for 30 dollars you can pound my asshole, and for 35 you can slam that piece of manmeat your packing into my tight cunt." Melissa smiled...
"wait what?" Melissa thought confused as to why she just said that.
"r-r-really?" Henry responded shocked.
"No of course not, you perv." Is what Melissa wanted to say instead she responded with "Uh-huh... and since I like you so much if you pay more than 25 bucks I'll even let you fuck my tits... but you have to promise to tell everyone about what we're doing here."
"DEAL!" Henry scrambled for his wallet and handed Melissa 50 dollars. "I want to wreck that ass of yours and then clean me off."
"ooh... I love the way that sounds!" Melissa said stuffing the money into the tin before bending over the hood of the car. As she heard Henry get behind her she noticed that the entire squad was in a similar position as she currently was.
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It felt good to help people Megan thought as she began walking towards her apartment. Now she had to figure out how to help her master's plan... he wanted her to turn one of her friends into a pornographic parody of themselves in a way that would humiliate them. Megan couldn't wait... but the problem was there were just so many choices for her to choose from it was such a hard decision. Miss Martian scrunched her face as she walked across the street between the line of cars that had begun lining up for the Cheerleader's special service.