Opening her locker, Jessica stretched as she used her hair to pull on her tops. It was a popular garment among people like her, as it hung loosely over the torso and back until it was fastened on each side with clasps at multiple heights. She lifted each leg as she pulled on her shorts, loving how they felt wedged in each of her cunts.
She knew James was still sad about his grandfather's death a few years back, but the old man had left him a huge inheritance. Of course, he loved to lavish things on her, among them the same sort of treatment the stars got.
Nobody could figure out just why she had reacted so well to the treatment. She'd always had massive tits, of course, but even comparably-sized women hadn't had changes as drastic as hers. And none of them could figure out her hair. She and James had gone to an isolated town once, and he'd driven to a town two hundred miles away with nothing in between while she'd grown her hair. The townspeople watched in awe as it kept growing, and soon after she got a call from James, telling her to stop growing her hair as she was going up the main street of the town where he was. She thanked the mayor for his indulgence, then vanished as James anchored her hair--she loved having a boyfriend as strong as she was--and she retracted it into her scalp, forcing her backward. Within seconds she was squeezing her breasts against James's hard body.
She walked out of the changing room and went to the booth. She put four hands on the counter, being careful not to apply any pressure as she drummed all fifty-six fingers a touch impatiently.
The girl on staff soon came out. Jessica felt a bit sorry for her, as she was only six-foot-six with tits the size of her head and a mere four arms with only five fingers and a thumb on each hand. Just as she took Jessica's token, James came out of the men's room. He tossed his token at her, which she caught easily, and he lifted Jessica--one body on each arm--to carry her to his car.
Thankfully James's car was large enough to fit all three of them, James in the driver's seat, while Jessica sat in the passenger's seat and stretched out along the back seat, though she did have to bend her legs to fit. Jessica loved the way her tits jiggled as they drove down the bumpy road, and she knew that James knew that too, which is why he hadn't gotten the shocks in his car fixed.
Jessica checked her bank balance once they were home. She smiled and nodded.
She had deliberately let word get out about her trip through the desert on her own hair. Not long after, she had dug up an entire town and pulled it out of the path of a wildfire, and then proceeded to smother the fire with her hair, and a few days later saved a plane that had lost all power by sending her hair straight up, snagging the plane in mid-air and bringing it safely to ground. She had also posted a few videos online of bullets bouncing right off her wonderful bodies, and circulated, more privately, one of multiple grenades exploding in her cunt, and soon she was happily blackmailing every government and major corporation in the world. She had significant holdings in all of them, but Lo-Price Foods had offered her the Worldwide Manager position, with a retainer of half their weekly profits (she was indemnified against losses with a guaranteed million dollars per week) and had advanced her fifty million to help her prepare, in addition to buying an entire block of prime downtown real estate and, over the last few years while she familiarized herself with the company working at the lowest rungs, had built a dominating tower on the land. It had been completed that day.
She knew its schematics off by heart. Two hundred storeys taking up the full available area, with fifteen-foot ceilings on each floor. There were terraces every ten floors after, until it tapered to a huge weather vane and lightning rod after another two hundred floors, the lightning rod itself being two hundred feet tall. She couldn't wait to go outside during a thunderstorm and cling to the rod. She knew she could handle the jolt.
She called a car dealership and a tailor. Both were about to close, but quickly agreed to stay open when they realized who was calling.
She took her time, eating a late lunch, checking that she still had no credit or debit limit. Like everything else, it hadn't taken much to convince the banks that imposing any sort of interest or fees on her was quite out of the question, while she drew the sort of interest banks charged on those poor saps with no credit history looking to buy a house. Jessica could buy a house almost by looking at it.
She piled into her own car, not much more impressive than James's beater, and began fingering herself in the passenger's seat as she pulled out of the garage. Her car was a convertible, of course, but the police knew better than to try to arrest her. The city jail still wasn't fully repaired from the one time they'd tried that.
Reaching the dealership, she drove into the lot, got out of her car, and stretched. She'd chosen this dealership because it was the only one in town that carried luxury cars of the sort she knew she should be driving. She just hadn't gotten around to it.
With the regular payments from governments and companies, she knew her net worth was measured in trillions of dollars. She knew that just since she had woken up that day she was already a few billion dollars richer.
The owner came hurrying out to meet her, not wishing to incur her displeasure by waiting. She sized him up easily--obsequious rat whom she could terrify just by letting her hair grow to mid-back. She turned while still facing him, letting him see as her hair slowly dropped from her shoulders.
She put a firm, fourteen-fingered hand on his shoulder. "Care to show me around, Mr..."
"Johnson. Edward Johnson. Of course. Follow me, Miss Wrigley." His voice shook.
She deliberately made the ground shake ever so slightly as she walked, flanking the poor man on both sides. He led her around the lot, but each time he began to extol the virtues of some vehicle or other, she tightened her grip and he shut up.
As they came back around to her car, she said, "How much for the whole place, Mr Johnson?"
"Um. Um, er, um." He clearly hadn't been expecting that. "Um, well, there's the inventory, and the other assets, and the loss of future revenue on my part, and, um, I'd say eight million?"
Jessica knew she wouldn't notice if eighty million disappeared because of a computer error. "How about five?" she said, tightening her grip once more.
"Um, five. Yes. Five. That will do, I think, um. Yes. Five million. A most generous and reasonable offer, Miss Wrigley."
Jessica called the bank where the owner held his accounts--she held accounts at every bank, of course, and at every one she was by far their largest account holder--and authorized the transfer.
"Now get out of my dealership, you stuttering, obsequious, pitiful excuse for a man. You can take a few minutes to gather your things." Edward Johnson ran into the dealership's main building, quickly took all his personal effects out of his former office, ran out and was ten blocks away within five minutes.
Jessica sauntered into the dealership, ignoring the stares of everyone else there, found the books and quickly read them. She laughed to herself. The place was a steal at eight million.
She walked back out and quickly gathered all the employees working there. She gestured for one of them to set up a video camera. She sat down and addressed them while the camera recorded it for those not present.
"Hi, I'm Jessica Wrigley, the new owner of this dealership. I've looked over your records and see no reason to change much at this time, except that you'll all be working on salary rather than commission now. I don't want our customers to feel pressured into buying a car here. However, do not take this as an excuse to slack off. I still expect high sales and satisfied customers. If you don't meet those standards, just remember what I can do if I want." She gestured for the camera to follow her hair as it worked its way out into the lot. The assembled workers went wide-eyed as it wrapped around the second-most expensive car there--Jessica had already earmarked the most expensive for herself--and crushed it into a tiny ball. She dragged it back, still wrapped in her hair, and let it sit on the ground as she retracted her hair to its normal length.
"Let's drill that in a little further, shall we? You"--she pointed at a random employee--"try to pick that up."
The young man strained, but couldn't budge the tiny ball, weighing as much as the car had, even a little bit.
One by one Jessica made them all try, and one by one they all failed. Then she bent over, picked it up as if it were a feather, popped it in one of her mouths, chewed, blew a bubble and swallowed it.
"Just remember that the next time you think you can slack off, or be late coming back from lunch, or anything like that. I'll always know if you were."
The camera turned off and the employees gave her a wide berth. She pointed at her desired vehicle, had the keys in her hand in half a minute, and drove off.
She got caught in traffic on the way to the tailor, and called ahead to tell them in no uncertain terms that they were to remain open as long as they had to. Both her bodies sighed, and she amused herself by reaching back with her hair from her new car to her old convertible. She took her hands off the wheel of her older car and simply began masturbating while she drove her new car with her hands and her old car with her hair.
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