Jaycee's Blog - Sun, May 21 (Patreon)

The saga of Blankman continues, sexier than ever thanks to my new (and somewhat reluctant) sidekick, Camille Eon (that's Biff, but now with some powers of his own). While being Blankman is fun, I thought it'd be twice the fun if I had someone with me to spice things up.

But let's first get back to officers Sam and Alex, whom I mentioned in my previous blog entry. I don't have mind-reading powers, but I thought it'd be fun to visit them separately to see how attracted they really were to one another. That's where Biff came in. I took him away from servicing gay folk to help me test each officer.

I asked Tarantina if she could connect Biff's body to the desires of the person he's talking to—which she was happy to do. Essentially, if Biff's interlocutor imagines something, Biff body actually obeys it as a magical instruction. My first test (because one ALWAYS tests faerie magic in case of secondary effects) was to imagine Biff (who still looked like Jenny Poussin at that moment) turning into Officer Sam. And bam! Right before my eyes, it happened. In an instant, he transformed into a perfect replica of the female cop. Excellent! That's when I gave Biff his female superhero name: Camille Eon (get it?).

We started with Officer Alex. I remained invisible while Camille Eon stood at the door of his apartment. I had instructed "her" to act shy and demure, and to be there to admit her feelings for her partner. He let her (and me) in, offered her a beer, and they sat down in the living room to chat. The place wasn't much to look at, with dirty dishes on the counter and a bunch of empty pizza boxes stacked precariously high in a corner of the kitchen. Clearly, no woman lived here.

When my fake Sam told Alex she had feelings for him, he reacted with surprise. Clearly, they had a friendly relationship, but he made some reference to a rule Sam had set a long time ago about not "crossing the line with colleagues." He'd respected that, but yeah, he had to admit he thought she was attractive and wouldn't mind taking it to the next level.

His mind must've wandered into forbidden territory because it looked to me like Camille (or Biff, or Fake Sam) grew a bit taller and her chest seemed to strain inside her buttoned shirt. Then she started squirming on the couch, her hips moving involuntarily in a telltale back-and-forth motion. My guess (which "Camille" confirmed later) was that he was imagining having sex with her, which is precisely what "she" felt.

Long story short, they did it right there on the couch, with Fake Sam having several orgasms in a row (a few, I might add, were at my prompting—all it takes is for me to say it, and she climaxes like a porn star).

When they were done, I instructed Fake Sam to tell Alex she wanted to keep this a secret. They were never to discuss this, not even when they were alone. If she needed him, she'd come visit. Otherwise, not a word.

Then we tested Officer Sam (with Biff looking like Officer Alex), and (not surprisingly) she made her lack of interest quite clear. She doesn't cross the line with colleagues. Later, however, "Fake Alex" (a.k.a. Biff) told he me felt some hands grabbing his butt and caressing his pecs, so I'm guessing she's not completely indifferent to the real Alex.

The next few days were a bit awkward in the patrol car, but they were very busy with work and kept things professional. I've noticed that they've been glancing at each other quite a bit when the other one isn't looking. I'm wondering how long before they actually get together and "do" it.

Separately, I did have quite a bit of sex with Sam (not that she remembers any of it) and I even had her do some hot lesbian action with Fake Sam. Who doesn't like some hot twin sex, right?

Anyway, that's where things stand. This week, I plan on having some fun at the police station itself. I've noticed a few cuties down there, and a ball busting boss named Amanda who needs to be taken down a few notches.

More on this soon.

--Jaycee