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Jaycee's Blog - Sun, Oct 2
🕑 Added 2022-10-04 14:00:07 +0000 UTCFor the curious among you: yes, I still have the "hypno-dick" I mentioned in my last entry. And today, it became useful (though it turns out not to have made a big difference).
I was driving around town to do some shopping. Riley was coming over that night, and since it was for her birthday, I needed some decorations and other stuff for dinner. Also, I had been saving me for the last day-and-a-half, so combined that with the plans I had for her (involving hypno-dick, of course) kept me in a near-constant state of arousal. Fortunately, because it's getting cold in these parts, I wore a long sweater that adequately covered my crotch.
As is a time-honored tradition in Montreal, there was construction everywhere and progress was slow. Finding parking was even harder, and when I reached my destination, the only free spot was dangerously close to a fire hydrant. My car was fairly small, so I took a chance. It could be argued that I was a little in the way of the hydrant, but it was still pretty accessible, if you ask me.
When I came back, I found a meter maid leaning over the hood of my car and slipping a parking ticket under my windshield wiper. Damn it! I rushed over and argued with her, but she politely insisted I was blocking access to the hydrant, and she had taken some photos to back herself up.
Fine, I agreed. So my was a little in the way. Surely with all the traffic jams and lack of accessible parking, she could cut me a little slack? She pivoted and pointed at a parking garage barely a hundred yards that I had failed to spot. Damn. She had me. That was going to cost me eighty bucks I didn't have.
Unless...?
I gave her a second glance, this time trying to get a sense of the curves hidden under that dark, frumpy uniform she was forced to wear. She wasn't bad looking, maybe a little plain and short for my taste, but the boobs seemed nice and her butt looked firm. Barely able to believe I was really doing this—and hurrying up before I lost my nerve—I set my shopping bags on the hood of my car. I turned to the meter maid.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch," I said. "What's your name?"
She pointed at her name tag, which read "Melissa Cloutier."
"Look, Melissa," I said, "maybe we can come to an arrangement."
I was stalling, of course. While I talked and stared her in the eyes, my hands were discreetly lifting my sweatshirt, unbuckling my belt, and zipping down the front of my pants. My heart was beating fast. I was worried someone else was going to notice. There were a lot of cars around, but I had my back to the traffic and there weren't many pedestrians. Finally, I pulled out hypno-dick and gazed down. Her eyes followed mine and she saw it.
Aaaand that fixed the parking ticket issue. I told her to rip up the ticket and forget about it, and she did as I asked. Because I was feeling a little mean, I also told her to get into her car (with me on the passenger side) and drive us to that parking garage she had pointed earlier. Once in there, we parked in a secluded spot, got on the back seat, and I gave her a legendary dicking that brought her to several satisfying climaxes.
Never let it be said I'm not nice to meter maids.
I left her there and told her to wait another ten minutes before leaving. I got back to my car, or at least to my parking spot. The car was gone. As I looked around frantically, I spotted it in the distance, being towed away by a city tow truck. Even with this traffic, there was no chance I'd catch up to it.
So what's today's lesson, boys and girls? Don't park in front of fire hydrants.
Even if you have a hypno-dick.
--Jaycee
Comments
Jaycee Knight
I should experiment. Y'know, for SCIENCE! :)
A Man with Joe Name
Well, with any luck, maybe the impound lot is run by a cute chick. Or a not so cute chick that you can at least use hypno dick on. Huh.... Does it work on guys to or maybe just gay guys? so many questions.
