Jaycee's Blog - Mon, Mar 6

Well, the belt buckle doesn't work. That's a bit of a bummer, but when I asked Tarantina to enchant it, she literally did what I asked, secretly amused that I'd make such a dumb request. I should have remembered: anyone who knows a faerie's true name is almost effectively immune to faerie magic. At best, the belt can give me a slight tingle and stretch me for half an inch, and that's if I push it. So  that was a waste.

The scarf works well, though. It's a great "player" tool if you go to bars. It's something for girls to interact with as they approach you. (Not all girls, the the hot and dumb ones, yeah, they go for this.) The call I have to do is to wrap it around their neck and pull them to me, and they turn to jelly. I did it at a club that I went to on Saturday. Girls were groping and kissing me in less than a minute. I found a discreet spot to bend a few them over and show them a good time. Honestly, though, after three, I was a bit spent.

I also decided to be a good Samaritan. There was this pack of nerds in a corner that just stood there, holding their beers awkwardly as they leered at the hotties on the dance floor. At some point, one of them went to get drinks for all of them. I intercepted him as he neared the counter. I gave him the scarf and my (useless) Superdick Belt. I made it sound all mysterious and stuff, like those strangers in erotica stories that appear out of nowhere and give someone a gift that will change their life. (Hey, it's not like I can't have Tarantina make more of those, right?) I told him the scarf would make him irresistible to women, and the belt would turn him into a stud. I left as he got his drinks and found a hidden spot to see him in action.

At first, he seemed hesitant to even try the items, but he eventually got around to it. He shyly asked one of the wandering shooter girls if he could wrap the scarf around her neck. No doubt hoping for a good tip, she said yes. The way her expression changed was priceless. The way HIS expression went from shy to embarrassed was even better. He watched with a slack jaw as she blushed, then moaned loudly (not that I could hear her over the music). Nerd Boy quickly pulled the scarf from her, paid for the shooters, then huddled with his friends. They eventually ushered him toward the dance floor, where he "scarf-snared" an average girl (probably wanting to play it safe). She was his in less than a minute. Then she pulled him away and dragged him toward the bathrooms. As a parting gift, I firmed up her boobs, improved her face, and jammed two pints of lubricant between her legs.

Go, forth, my nerd. I know the plight of your kind, for it once was mine.

It's late for me now, but I'll be back later to regale you with some tale of female embarrassment I've generated using my hat. That item's just the best!

--Jaycee