Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Feb 21

Life's gone from downright horrible to pretty damn awesome. Now that I have Tarantina at my beck and call, plus the fact that I look like male Brooke, it feels like there's literally nothing I can't do. Even if I didn't have Tarantina in my corner, I'd still have Brooke's amazing looks to rely on. It's an interesting phenomenon, being in someone else's body. It's liberating. You have this odd feeling of anonymity, like this isn't really you and you suddenly have license to behave how you really feel and not have to suffer the consequences.

I went to the coffee shop last week and started hitting on this barista, a girl named Floriane. Tarantina was with me, lobbing insults only I could hear, but following my instructions to the letter when I gave her some. Floriane, just so you know, is a girl in her late teens at best, with blond hair, the face of an angel, and a body built for sin that she loves showing off. (I'm sure that unbuttoned cleavage does wonder for her tips.) I had set things up with Tarantina so that if she turned me down when I asked her out, that she'd make Floriane attracted to me so she'd say yes.

Turns out I needn't have worried. I was so confident I was going to get the girl that I guess something in my demeanor got her to say yes before my faerie stepped in. We got together on Friday. I decided to take her to a comedy club. We were sitting at a table right in front of the stage where the comedians did their act. She was friendly, but I wasn't getting signals that this was going to get to the next level. The signals I was getting were all too familiar: she liked me, but only as a friend.

I was being friendzoned.

At some point, I got up to get some drinks (though my real goal was to talk to Tarantina and ask her to make Floriane a bit more amorous). When I returned, drinks in hand, she was already fidgeting on her chair. That turned to squirming, then her breathing became hard and fast. She looked around in a panic, realizing her body was out of control.

Whatever Tarantina had done to her, she'd dialled it up to eleven. Maybe twelve.

Floriane got up and rushed away. I quickly followed her. She sped up as much as her shaking legs would allow, heading for the bathroom. As soon as we were in the corridor leading to the restrooms, I grabbed her by the wrist. She moaned, turned around, and threw herself against me, one leg raised and locked behind me. She humped my crotch, rubbed her boobs against my chest, and kissed me like I was the last man on earth.

She had an orgasm in her pants right there, without me doing much of anything. She kept kissing me through it and got another. Her moans were loud enough that the comedian on the stage stopped talking for a second.

"Fuck, looks like SOMEONE really likes my act," the guy said.

Right on cue, Floriane had a third orgasm and the club erupted in laughter.

Me, I erupted a little later. We took refuge in the ladies' bathroom, where I proceeded to push her face first against a wall and took her from behind. We were very loud and a waitress came to ask us to leave. I was busy with Floriane, so I asked Tarantina to make her masturbate right there, kneeling on the floor, until she'd had three orgasms. That bought us enough time to really get going.

We escaped soon after, just as the waitress was cumming for the second time. Floriane was shocked by her own behavior, but had to admit she'd had a good time.

Not that she had any choice... She slept over and I had more fun with her throughout the weekend.

It was fun, but I'm not looking for anything serious at the moment. She's a fine girl,  but doesn't have much depth and we don't have a lot of chemistry. Other than her body, she's just not my mind of girl.

Problem is, she keeps calling and texting me. I guess I have to ghost her, now. It's weird being on this side of the fence, but I guess that's how it is when you've got big game (and a dark faerie on your side).

--Jaycee