Jaycee's Blog - Sun, April 11

Okay, it's been a busy week. I was able to get my first coronavirus shot (AstraZeneca, if you care), so it's eaten a bit of my time from Thursday to Saturday. Last I updated you, I was getting started on making the magic pill that would allow me to find the faeries. There were components to gather and some preparation work, but I was able to get it done (at last). The notebook's recipe (if you can call it that) calls for creating a pill from the components, and getting the materials for that was a tad complicated. Now, all I have left to do is keep the pill in a box next to my heart for 48 hours, and I can complete the scrying ritual.

In other news, it took a few days for me to find someone without a mask where one should be worn. I was tempted to mess with regular folks, but if my faerie essence is fading, I figured I should save it for the truly deserving. Then I heard rumors (at work) of an underground gym who's still operating against public health instructions. I decided to go pay them a visit. I went after work, and when I got there, I thought I'd been punked. There were no lights inside and the sign on the door said "CLOSED." I pulled on the door just in case, and it opened. As a sign of things to come, there was no hand sanitizer in sight. The (very fit) lady at the counter asked me if I had my membership card; I said no, I was new here, and just looking for a one-day pass if they had one. She charged me $30 for the privilege and let me in.

As I headed for the men's lockers, I noticed most people on the treadmills didn't have their masks on (nor did many of their personal trainers), and hardly anyone respected social distancing.

Suddenly, I dreaded that if I wanted to "punish" everyone here that deserved it, I might run out of juice and compromise my scrying spell. Who knows how faerie magic works, right? Especially faerie influence in humans. It's not like my faeries were generous with that kind of information. So I decided to play it safe and prank the top two contenders (a man and a woman)

The first two were easy to choose. They were one of those superfit couples with rock-hard bodies and contempt for everyone around them. She spent way too much time posing to herself in front of the mirror, and he was one of those LOUD gym rats—the kind that grunts loudly to draw female attention and drops his weights at the end of a set to show what a powerful weightlifter he is.

Yeah, easy marks.

I waited until he was doing bench presses and she was spotting him. I accidentally bumped into her, pushed an urge to have sex deep inside her, and quickly apologized. She glared at me, said something about removing that goddamn rag off my face, then froze as the burning desire took hold of her privates. She hugged herself in a panic, seemingly struggling to resist pawing herself while I was looking, then her eyes glazed over. Caught in a rush of frantic lust, she rushed around the machine and unceremoniously yanked the pants off her boyfriend. Within moments, she was giving him a blowjob. Caught by surprise, he dropped the barbell on his chest (not too hard) and protested as he was pinned on the bench. She probably was pretty good at BJs because I saw his eyes roll back in his head. Shortly after, she lowered her spanks to her knees and impaled herself on him. She lifted her shirt and pinched the nipples of her B-cup boobs as she moaned.

As people started gathering, I left the area and returned to the locker to get my things and make a phone call. When I came out, I noticed there was quite a crowd gathered around the two lovers. I noticed the front desk lady was trying to split them up without much success. She was wearing a form-fitting spandex top over a sports bra which (despite its thickness) failed to hide her erect nipples. I "scanned" the area with my faerie sight and finally saw something that had escaped me when I entered the gym: she was a thrall! I could make her feel and do way more than the others. How had I not seen that? (Maybe my fae-given abilities are fading faster than I thought.)

So from a distance, I gave her the urge to step on a nearby bench, make a sexy dance for everyone, and strip like a pro. Her puzzled expression was a delight to behold. She did as instructed, looking confused, before I cranked up her libido to eleven. Then she got into it, as did the audience.

I left quickly. I'd called the police while in the lockers and didn't want to get caught when they'd show up. There might be questions I wouldn't want to answer.

Anyway, that was Wednesday night. This did make the news the next day, though they didn't show much in terms of images (shame, huh?). The gym is now shut down on account of several public health and decency violations.

--Jaycee