Margaret Cho, like the comedian though she hated that coincidence, was a 24-year-old Asian woman who worked at a small used bookstore. She had finished college with a degree in poetry; and she found it hard to find a better paying job. Go figure. 5 years ago she wouldn’t have minded as much, but now her job was on borrowed time, I mean c’mon, how many more possible bookstores were out there? “Damn Amazon and damn Kindle!” Margaret cursed, but only half-jokingly. Not only was there a time limit on finding a better job, but also there was a time limit for how long Margaret had to finally ask out Elizabeth Schillingsworth, the hot British girl who worked in the store with her. Elizabeth, who always insisted on being called by her full name, was a tall, lithe woman with long straight blond hair, and bright blue eyes. Her breasts were a small C cup, almost a B, and her butt was a good size, bouncy, bubble butt.
Margaret felt so unworthy next to her workmate. She felt small, and dumpy, and completely unattractive. In reality she was 5’6” and a hundred and 35 pounds. Not fat, but not a rail either. She had a chin length cut to her raven black hair, and was always dressed in a very prim and proper dress suit, or pants suits. She liked to wear strappy heels with a 2 to 3 inch heel. Adjusting her cat’s eye glasses Margaret once again sighed as she looked over at Elizabeth. She was determined to at least get the striking English girl to notice her. It wasn’t that Elizabeth was rude, she just didn’t seem to ever realize that Margaret was there.
Margaret tried to casually stroll over to Elizabeth, which came off as a herky jerky walk. Stopping more awkwardly then what can really be described in words, Margaret looked up at Elizabeth, who stood on top of a ladder putting away some overstock. “Hey Elizabeth,” Margaret began awkwardly, “How…are you to…day?”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything and just continued to put away the overstock, while Margaret shuffled from foot to foot, wondering how long it took before this became pitiable. While Margaret deliberated Elizabeth finished her work and began to descend the ladder. She was about halfway down when she became startled by the sight of Margaret. “Oh! I’m sorry Margaret! I didn’t see you there! Did you need something?”
“Did I need something?” Margaret repeated stalling for time. “Did I need something? she said as she began to look around. “I did. I did need something. I needed this…book!” Margaret explained a she grabbed a random book off a shelf. As she backpedaled away Margaret tripped over a step stool and fell head over heels onto her back. Before she knew what was happening Elizabeth was helping her up, and obviously did not realize that she had one of Margaret’s A cups in her hand. “Thank you,” Margaret told her as fast as possible, trying to get away as soon as she could. Margaret ducked around a corner and looked down at the book in her hands. “A book of love spells?”’ Margaret said a she looked at the worn leather book. “Spells for the Love of Others” it read. “Why not?” Margaret said feeling defeated and hanging her head low.
That night at home Margaret crawled into bed and began thumbing through the pages. She was surprised to see that it wasn’t a book of spells to make others love you, but how to change yourself to ensnare the love of others. She saw they were simple incantations, and all the spells seemed to be written phonetically. She thumbed through the book, her free hand unconsciously going to her moistening sex.
She stroked herself slowly and deliberately as she continued to read. She finally found a spell that looked like it would do the trick for her needs. It said it was designed to change the inciter into the object of their loves desire. All you had to do was say the name of your love. Margaret looked it over and decided to read it aloud, “What could it hurt?” she remarked.
Machae mia eht deeshire fo Elizabeth,
Machae mia waht shay wented stomest!
Margaret felt a tingle work its way across her body, soon a large warmth grew inside her pussy, but as she moaned in sexual excitement, she felt it move to her stomach. She rubbed her warm belly, as she continued to become aroused. Before long she felt the heat move to the inside of her ass. It seemed to stay there as Margaret became more and more turned on. Just as she climaxed she felt the warmth dissipate.
A loud, foul, fart sprayed from the inside of Margaret’s butt cheeks. The room reeked of sour meat farts. She coughed a little before passing out from her own stink.
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