Goo trouble

Waverly Earp was just getting a drink. Purgatory was a small town, but drink was one thing there was absolutely no lack of. Something at the back of her mind tickled, but she pushed it aside.

Despite the fact she used to work at a bar, she considered herself the introvert of the family. That might say more about her sister, but it rang true regardless. She’d put up with the crude comments and catcalls, but done what she could not to egg them on.

Her boobs weren’t exactly small, but she tried not to draw too much attention to them. Ok, sometimes she showed a bit of cleavage, but she could blame Wynonna’s shopping for that.

It wasn’t that she was a prude, it was just that in public, especially in a place like Purgatory, she preferred to not be ogled.

“Nice ass, babe!”

A probably-drunk lout shouted from the other side of the street. Waverly rolled her eyes and kept going-

Then tripped, managing to catch herself, but bending over as she did. She was wearing jeans, not at all covered by her cutesy top; it was tight over her ass, eliciting a woop and a “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Ears burning, Waverly walked a bit quicker.

And inside her, a demon revelled. Waverly didn’t know about her little enger, the demon Mictian, nor did she know of just how much it savoured life, loved all the experiences, the more sinful the better.

It couldn’t exercise complete control of her, not easily, but it could make a few suggestions, trip up a few muscles…

She popped into a local shop, meaning to just pick up drinks. A sixpack for her sister, and…

She wandered to the counter at the front, handing her items over, and paying. The cashier, a tall pimply barely-18 teen, never let his gaze get even close to her eyes.

There was a bit of a V to her neckline, enough to hint at what was underneath. Waverly rolled her eyes.

“Hey. Eyes are up here, you know?” Waverly said.

“R-right,” the teen stammered. His gaze didn’t move.

“You could at least ask if you wanted a better look,” Waverly said.

Wait, what? No, she didn’t say that, the words just somehow **** themselves past her lips.

“What?” the teen said, eyes wide.

“Look, here,” Waverly said.

Then, in one smooth motion, she put down her shopping and grabbed the bottom of her top, pulling it up and flashing her bra-clad breasts to the staring boy. He didn’t so much as blink, looking as though he’d seen heaven.

Her bra was white, and did a able job at covering her tits, but it still showed off more than the boy had ever seen or thought he’d see.

Inwardly, Waverly freaked out. What the hell?! There was no way she would do that, she’d never even think of doing that.

As soon as her arms let her release her top, she hastily paid and half-ran out of the shop, almost forgetting her shopping.

What on earth was that?!