Laura was snuggled up on her bed with Niamh, the two of them having just concluded… something? She couldn’t quite remember what they’d done, but she was at least pretty certain it had involved having her head buried between the fae’s breasts for a substantial amount of time, and possibly being convinced that she’d never heard of sex before? Whatever had happened, her body was certainly thanking her for it, if the pleasant warmth in her belly was anything to go by. Theoretically, she should be getting up to change her sheets, but right now, all she wanted to do was relax further into Niamh’s arms, an attitude the fae was doing nothing to discourage.

“Hey Laura?” Niamh eventually murmured in her ear.

“Hm?” The brunette wiggled around to face her, planting a gentle kiss on her lips for good measure.

“If you feel like it won’t ruin the mood… do you have any sexual fantasies you’ve never been able to actually experience?”

Laura blushed as one immediately sprang to mind. She could feel the pull of Niamh’s magic, compelling her to spill the beans, but it was currently weak enough that she could resist it if she wanted to. She didn’t. “Well, uh… There’s no way we could actually do it, but you never said anything about that, so… I really like the idea of being someone’s tip? Like, we get food delivered, and, um, a cute girl comes to the door, and someone ushers her in, and I’m just… there, naked and willing to do whatever she wants? I dunno, I think it maybe sounds kinda dumb when I say it aloud…”

“You’re getting all self-deprecating again, Laura. Be nice to yourself.”

“Mmm… I’m smart, and I’m sexy, and I matter, and my ideas aren’t dumb.” Laura shuddered as the wave of confidence that always accompanied that trigger flowed through her.

“There we are; that’s better. It’s not a dumb idea; it’s fun, and, I believe, could be very hot indeed.” Niamh pulled Laura slightly closer to her body.

“Alright, maybe not dumb… but impossible, surely? ‘Cause, like, I want it to be real, and the number of stars that would need to align for it to go off without a hitch is ridiculous.”

“Actually… I’d say it’s certainly unlikely, but not impossible. And if there’s even a chance it could happen… well, I know a way to make it a certainty.”

Several days later, a very nervous Laura was sitting in their living room, wearing only her bra and panties, being looked at by her three roommates. Or, rather, Niamh and Haley were looking at her; Olivia was looking firmly at Niamh. “So, run this by me one last time?” she asked.

“Of course.” Niamh seemed unusually serious, probably because this was, while not breaking any of the rules, definitely a huge leap compared to normal. “The spell that I will cast, once Haley places the order, can only manipulate probability; it can’t affect free will at all, and won’t make anyone’s lives worse beyond some ordinary, minor inconvenience. Rather, it will just so happen that when they send the order out, they’ll give it to a delivery driver who’s exactly Laura’s type and is down for precisely this scenario. I won’t be giving them a new kink; I won’t be forcing them to step beyond any boundaries they may have; I won’t be causing any breakups or cheating or anything like that. The driver will also, by sheer coincidence, have this place as the last one on their route, and will end their shift once they’ve delivered to us; I won’t be depriving them of money or getting them fired by doing this. Essentially, from their perspective, they’ll have won the lottery… because, probabilistically, that’s about as likely. But lotteries get won all the time; million-to-one chances happen 8,000 times a day to humans alone. I’m just making sure it’s us who benefit from this particular one. And if it doesn’t work out because it is literally impossible, I’ll immediately know about it, I don’t turn Laura into a doll, and we just enjoy our takeout and try again some other time. Is there anything else you want me to clarify?”

Olivia slowly shook her head. “Alright, I’m convinced. You seem to be actually thinking this through and being reasonable about it, and… as much as I claim I don’t trust you, you’ve never gone wrong on big things like this. I’m happy for you to go ahead.”

Laura smiled up at her shyly. “Thanks, Olivia.”

“Anything for you, cutie.”

“We all good then?” Haley butted in, phone ready in their hand. Three nods – one cool, one confident, one nervous but eager – answered them. “Okay. And… sent.”

Niamh made a sudden, sharp motion with her hands, accompanied by a flash of dark blue light surrounding them, as she completed the spell. She cocked her head, bird-like, for several seconds, as though listening for something, before a smirk curled across her face. “It’s a match. Shall we get our tip ready, then?”

At three nods again, Niamh pounced, darting over to Laura and placing a finger delicately under her chin, lifting her head upwards so they locked eyes. Laura gasped, a quiet little “Ah!”, as she felt the bottom suddenly drop out of her mind and her self fell through that hole, leaving a quiet, doll-like stillness behind, filled only with the desire to please as she looked up mindlessly at the fae. “Good doll,” Niamh smiled. “You all ready to greet our guest? To fulfil their every desire?” Laura’s head moved in an approximation of a nod, although the way it raised and lowered was far too smooth, far too mechanical for it to actually be called as such. “Of course you are,” Niamh cooed. She turned back to their roommates, who were both looking on with poorly-disguised lust. “Now, I should note that, even though it’s a match, the driver may still refuse, because they’re not under any enchantment. Even if Laura is the girl – or doll? – of their dreams, and even if they don’t have anywhere they strictly need to be, they could still say “no, thank you” for any number of reasons that I’ve not accounted for. Maybe they’ll just want to get home and relax; maybe they’ll have had enough sex recently; maybe they just, for some strange reason, won’t trust anything a fae offers!” She punctuated that last statement with a wink. “And if that’s the case, we just try again some other time. But in the hope that this does all work out… we ought to get ready, shouldn’t we?”

The notification that food was on its way came about 15 minutes later; 10 minutes after that, the doorbell chimed. Niamh swung it open and got a good look at the driver. They were tall, with dirty blonde hair pulled into a short pony-tail. They were currently wearing a fairly shapeless hi-vis jacket and pants, preventing Niamh from getting a good look at their figure, but that didn’t really matter, of course; it was what was on the inside that counted. The driver handed the delivery bag over, allowing Niamh to take its contents and hand them over to Haley, who would keep them in the house’s own insulated bag for the time being. “Enjoy your meal,” the driver said, a slightly quizzical smile on their face as they took in Niamh’s pointed ears.

“Thank you very much; we really appreciate it,” Niamh replied. “In fact, one of our other roommates appreciates it so much, she wanted to give you a special tip, as a reward for all your hard work…” She deliberately made her voice a bit breathy; perhaps she was laying it on too thick, but she needed to get the point across more than anything.

The driver looked intrigued, and perhaps a bit charmed. “Oh? She knows that tipping isn’t necessary, yeah?” That was completely true; it was one reason Laura had been a bit hesitant to put this fantasy into action, feeling it was silly to give a tip when they actually had drivers who were paid living wages. “But… okay, I’ll bite; what’s this tip, then?”

“Herself.” Niamh let the word just sit there, letting the driver’s mind fill in the rest.

“Huh? Oh! As in… oh.”

“Mm-hm!”

“Did… pardon the stereotyping, but did you have anything to do with this decision of hers?”

“Oh, it’s absolutely a stereotype for a reason. But in this case, no; she wanted to do this for you. I just made sure that she’ll be completely yours.” Niamh dropped her voice into a huskier range, placing a hand gently against the driver’s arm.

“…Alright, screw it. Please show me my… tip.”

“With pleasure.”

Niamh led the driver into the living room, where Laura was still sitting blankly on the couch, facing the door. The driver gave the fae a glance to check that she was the one, and at Niamh’s nod, approached the lingerie-clad girl. “What do we have here?”, they asked quietly. “Is this cute thing all for me?” Laura’s gaze began to track them, eyes beseeching them to do more.

Niamh nodded. “She is, if you want her…”

The driver raked Laura over with her eyes, before trailing a hand gently over her breasts and the line of her cock, hard beneath the fabric of her panties. “I believe I do want her. I want her very much indeed.” Laura’s breath hitched slightly in response. “Any rules?” the driver asked.

“Don’t hurt her, don’t degrade her, use protection if necessary, stay in this room. Otherwise, she’s all yours, and she’ll do anything you say. Have fun…” And with that, Niamh departed the room.

Laura gazed up at the driver, unblinking, as they shed their jacket, revealing a plain button-up shirt beneath it. They slid onto her lap, cupping her face. “Degrade you? Why would I want to insult such a pretty, willing girl? So you’ll do anything I say, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. I’ve won the lottery here, haven’t I? For now… just sit there and look pretty. Wait, you’re doing that already. Good girl.”

They began to properly examine Laura’s body: running their fingers through her hair; palming at her breasts through her bra and grinning at how quickly her body responded to that; slowly working her cock up through her panties in languid, feather-light strokes. They leaned in to her neck, inhaling the scent of Laura’s shampoo; then, grabbing beneath her, rolled the pair of them over so they could get a feel of her butt. Laura let out quiet gasps at every touch, but otherwise remained a completely passive doll. “God, you’re just precious, aren’t you?” the driver murmured. “A perfect little toy, all for me. Hmm… let’s see how good you are with that pretty mouth, shall we?” They unbuttoned their shirt and pushed the cups of their bra over their breasts, then pulled Laura’s head in towards their chest. “Start here, then work your way down. Understood?”

“Of course.”

Laura immediately latched onto one of their plump breasts, rolling her tongue around their nipple; the quiet sucking sounds and the driver’s gasps were the only noises that filled the room. “Oh, hell; you’re good,” the blonde moaned as Laura changed sides. “God, if only everyone tipped this well, people’d be queuing around the block for my job… Yes, that’s it…”

Laura began kissing a trail down their torso, along the line of their happy trail, and to the hem of their trousers, where she stopped and looked up at the driver blankly. They frowned in confusion. “Why did you- oh, I never told you to use your hands, did I?”

Laura shook her head.

“God, you’re just adorable. Are you sure I can’t keep you?” They sat up slightly and began petting Laura’s head with one hand as the other worked at their fly. Eventually getting it loose, they had to shimmy awkwardly to get their trousers and boxers off, revealing their dampened nether regions. Laura looked up at them for permission, and at their nod, leaned back in, beginning to tentatively nudge at their body with her tongue. “I- I was only teasing about keeping you,” the driver managed as the brunette slowly pushed her way further into their body. “B-but those roommates o-of yours must be lucky to have a catch like you around…” They began grinding their hips against Laura’s face, as she sat there and single-mindedly ate them out, letting them turn her face into a sticky mess.

Eventually, the driver gasped out, “Stop.” Laura pulled back, with perhaps mild confusion on her face, but perhaps that was too much thought to ascribe to her right now. “I-I want you inside,” they continued. “Up here, now.” Laura scrambled to comply, flopping gracelessly on her back at the blonde’s direction, allowing them to yank her panties down to her ankles. Her cock was already fully erect. At some point, the driver had managed to spot the box of condoms that had been left out in the room, and so quickly slipped one onto her. “Now you just lie there for me… and fair warning, I won’t be holding back.” They slid Laura inside themself easily, groaning at the new fullness. “Ohhh… you did a good job of getting me ready, sweetie,” they groaned. They began to roll their hips against Laura, kneading again at her breasts and finally slipping up her bra to directly pinch her nipples as she gazed up at them dopily. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” the driver hissed, beginning to messily run their fingers over their clit as Laura let out quiet, choked sounds of pleasure beneath them. It wasn’t at all long before they slammed themself down one last time and came, stifling their own moan as they did so, clenching tantalisingly around Laura, but not quite sending her body over the edge yet as they settled, panting atop her.

The driver looked down at their tip. Her clothes and hair were dishevelled, her skin red in places from where they’d been feeling her up, but her face was still a perfect, doll-like mask. They smiled, lopsided, as a thought came to them. “Now, ordinarily, I’d offer to finish you off… but you honestly look perfect like this right now. And if you’re the sort of person who’d offer yourself up to be completely used like this, then I think you might enjoy it more if I don’t; if I leave you all hard, and leaking, and frustrated, because I’ve just used you? Is that right?”

Laura’s eyes blew wide with arousal, but she made no other reply. The driver nodded in self-satisfaction. “Thought so.” They eased themself off Laura’s body, holding back another aroused whimper as her cock left them, and quickly dressed themself, savouring their current awkward stickiness. “I’ll be sure to leave you a good review,” they added, and then walked out the door.

Laura couldn’t tell how long she laid there afterwards – just a doll with a hard-on, unfocused eyes directed firmly upwards, unable to move or think. What she did know, however, was that she was incredibly turned on, her arousal not abating, and perhaps even increasing, the longer she was just left there.

The next thing that she was aware of was Olivia entering the room, followed closely by Niamh. The dark-haired girl slipped herself underneath Laura’s body, propping her up in her lap, then directed a nod to the fae, who gently ran a finger along the brunette’s length, mirroring the actions of the driver from earlier. “Time to wake up, dear,” Niamh said quietly.

Laura had to clap a hand over her mouth now and focus on not headbutting Olivia as that extra stimulation was enough to send her over, spilling into the condom that was still on her. She shook through the aftershocks as Olivia ran her fingers through her hair and told her what a good job she’d done. Eventually, she managed to settle down, exhaling loudly. “Oh my God,” she managed.

“Did you enjoy that, hon- I mean, Laura?” Olivia asked.

“Uh-huh. Every last second was just… they were incredible. Um, did anyone get their name?”

Niamh frowned. “What, the driver? No, not to my knowledge.”

Laura exhaled shakily, too tired to laugh properly. “Oh, hell, that… that somehow makes it even hotter. I… thanks, Niamh, that was incredible.”

Olivia kissed her on the top of her head. “I’m glad it went so well. Haley’s keeping an eye on dinner, making sure it doesn’t get too cold, so that’ll be ready whenever you are.”

“I’m always happy to help out my girls,” Niamh added.

“I… I think I’ll be ready to eat in a bit, and then turn in early, but… more cuddles first?”

Olivia tried to sound grumpy, but she couldn’t quite manage it. “I suppose I can tolerate it. Niamh, get in here.”

“Of course, darlings. Haley? Cuddle time!”

“Coming!”

Eventually, one of them would spot that the driver had written down their number on a piece of paper they’d left in the front hall. But for now… now, they were all content to be there together.