Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Sept 2 (Patreon)

Ever since I learned from Morgan Reiss that she was shopping at Erotika in Downtown Montreal, I have to admit I've made regular trips to that store in the secret hope that I'd run into her and feign surprise. Seriously, what is wrong with me? It's as if ever since she's visited my shop, I have this secret hope that she'll have some kind of sexual meltdown in front of me.

Back when she was my boss, of course, it was something I wanted to avoid at all costs. It always felt like my job would be at risk and I didn't want to chance that. Plus, if I'm honest, I wasn't embracing faerie-driven sexual encounters as much as I do today. Now, and especially since she's not my boss and she doesn't know I'm actually Jaycee, it's not as much of a concern. I realize I should feel some sympathy for a fellow woman having a public meltdown (I've had more than a few myself), but other than those times when my body is overridden with lust, I don't feel like a woman. I'm still a bit of a shy pervert, and it brings me some pleasure in witnessing these breakdowns.

So yesterday, I got my wish. I spotted Morgan in the dildos section, but pretended not to see her. It'd be more believable if she saw me first and accosted me. I started browsing some of the dildos there (and let me tell you, some are VERY impressive!) while casting glances at her to see what she was up to. I saw her pick up one of those two-headed rubber monstrosities and wondered if that was to use with another woman. Perhaps that was a clue as to that mysterious other lover was. Or maybe it was meant just for her, to fill both her orifices. I was lost in thought and conjectures when I heard her voice over my shoulder.

"So you shop here too?" Morgan asked.

I looked her over, then feigned recognizing her.

"Oh, I remember you, you were at my store a few weeks ago, right?"

She smiled. "That's me."

"I'm Brooke," I said, extending my hand. She shook it.

"I'm Morgan," she said. "Is this your first time here?"

I nodded. "I don't shop for sex toys very often, but I have this new boyfriend..."

She smiled. "And you're in this section? No, that's not right. Let me show you what you need."

And with more familiarity than I would have expected, as if we were long-time girl friends, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the clothing section—specifically, the latex outfits. She proceeded to help me (whether I liked it or not) select a black latex outfit that she said would drive my new guy crazy. She was overly friendly, I thought, and at one fateful point she actually grabbed one outfit and pressed it with both hands against my ample chest. There was a silent pause. Her hands stayed there, fingers twitching as if deciding whether to retreat or grope my boobs, then she went on.

"This would be perfect for you," she said, pretending nothing had happened. "You have a great figure. This will drive your guy bonkers. He'll do anything you want, I promise."

"You sound like you're speaking from experience," I said.

"Yeah..." she said, her voice trailing off as if remembered something.

I noticed she was breathing a little heavy and her eyes were glassy. Something was going on. She suppressed a shudder, came back to her senses, and looked around.

"I need to pee," she said, scanning for a bathroom. "Why don't you finish up here? I'll be right back."

After ten minutes, I was done selecting my black latex outfit and had paid for it. She still wasn't back. I asked one of the salesgirls to direct me to the bathroom. As I discreetly entered, I immediately recognized the sloppy slappy sounds of female masturbation from one of the stalls, as well as the suppressed moans of someone who could only be Morgan. She grunted through a quick orgasm, but that didn't seem enough. She kept going for another one, then another one.

She'd been gone for nearly five minutes. How many had it been?

Realizing it would be too embarrassing for her if I waited any longer, I left quickly.

That same night, I had fantasies of Morgan standing in front of me, masturbating under my orders and cumming hard every time I ordered her to.

I came a lot myself.

--Jaycee