Straightened things out with Jo yesterday. She wasn’t upset with me or anything, it had just been a long week, she said, and she hadn’t gotten enough sleep over the weekend, so she was feeling unwell on Sunday. (That’s how she justified looking and feeling somewhat out of sorts at the end of the night, thanks to Attitude’s arousal spell.) Then Sam offered to take her back home and she accepted. According to Jo, he dropped her and left, and that’s the official story. Except that I’m sure it isn’t. Attitude’s arousal spells are pretty potent (I speak from experience!) and there’s no denying them. When they take hold of you, you just gotta go through with it. So it’s more likely that Sam did accompany Jo back to her apartment and they had wild freaky sex for however long that spell lasted. So unless she has incredible willpower (and, not knowing what she’s fighting, she’s not likely to have resisted it), she DID sleep with Sam. And is probably feeling “buyer’s remorse.” And she probably suspects I wasn’t duped by her story, and might be worried about her reputation at work. But if the Unknown Faerie is really at work, here (though nothing’s happened since the underwear incident 2 weeks ago), that kind of gossip is probably the least of her concerns right now. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Last week, I talked about how Martine & Jo went out shopping together. Apparently, Martine really likes spending time with Jo. (It may have to do with the fact that whenever she looks at Jo, I send little jolts of pleasure to her ladybits, I dunno… Heh heh…) Anyway, on Friday, Martine suggested Jo come to dinner with us last night, and she said yes. At first she politely declined, but Martine (sensing Jo didn’t want to feel like a third wheel) said there’d be other people, and we’d be playing boardgames, so Jo said yes. Martine had invited a few of her friends from work: Dave (a DJ), Sam (the bartender) and Nina (one of the new strippers at the club; she’s from out of town and doesn’t know too many people). The night went pretty well. It was at my place, but because we were a big “crowd” (by faerie standards), Minx and Attitude mostly stayed away. I’m saying “mostly” because near the end of the evening, when we had perhaps imbibed more alcohol than we should have, we got a bit loud and boisterous (we were playing Exploding Kittens), and I think Attitude got fed up with us. She cast some spell on everyone (which, I learned later, was some kind of laughter-activated slow arousal curse). Things quieted down as everyone (except me) got gradually horny and their minds drifted to what they wanted to do to their neighbor (we were sitting alternating guy & girl). After about an hour of this, Dave offered to take a very aroused Nina home, and Sam gave Jo a lift. This morning at work, I’m finding Jo very standoffish. Maybe she’s got some tough projects to handle, or maybe she’s embarrassed about last night. I’ll try to find out which one it is… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Friday, I had a surprise visit from Martine. She came to my office around lunch time to drop some sushi she’d bought for me. Unfortunately, she arrived just as I was daydreaming (read: having sexual fantasies) about Jo. My colleague barely acknowledged Martine’s presence, but Martine (who’s my thrall) was kind of affected by my fantasies. It took only a few seconds for my arousal to transfer to her, and she began talking to Jo with the practiced ease of a stripper charming a mark. I don’t think Jo’s interested in girls, but that’s not the kind of thing that gets in Martine’s way. In about 10 minutes, Martine had convinced Jo she needed new shoes and they agreed to go shopping over the weekend. They ended up buying several pair of shoes, and also (so Martine says) a number of lingerie articles that should make me a very happy man. (Well, those Martine bought anyway, there was no conversation about sampling Jo’s purchases…) –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I’m not sure if this is coincidence, but I doubt it. Where faeries are concerned, especially considreing their weird relationship with time, coincidences are generally just another word for mischief. Friday, Attitude was in a furious mood. When I asked her what was wrong, she went into a long tirade about some half-botched, sloppy investigation. She cursed at some people whose names and titles escaped me, complained about processes that made no sense, and fumed about spells that just aren’t as dedicated to their work as they used to be. When she was finally done, she looked at me and realized how confused I was. With a sigh, she summed it up. “Remember that ‘mysterious faerie’ from not long ago?” After I scratched my head for a few seconds, it dawned on me. “Oh yeah, Old Crow’s faerie!” I paused. “You call that ‘not long ago?’ That was almost THREE YEARS ago!” “Precisely. Well, I’ve just heard news. They can’t find her. Worse yet, they’re saying I made it up. MADE IT UP!!!” I could see she was getting riled up again. An angry faerie is never a good thing. “Well,” I said, “if it’s any consolation, I believe you. I know you didn’t make it up.” She glared at me, then quieted down a little. “Bah. Your opinion doesn’t really matter.” She shrugged and flew out the window. My guess is, some people on the street had a very unusual day. I might be reading too much into this, but if the faerie court finished its “investigation” and concluded the mysterious faerie that tormented Morgan Reiss isn’t real, maybe it’s because that faerie was laying low during the investigation. Now that it’s “over,” maybe it’s ready to resume its mischief again. Which might explain what happened to Jo the week before. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I meant to post this yesterday, but the day just got away from me (and no, that’s NOT code for “I spent all night playing Fallout 4” since I DON’T have that game). Mostly, I just worked late, got home, had dinner, then watched some Jessica Jones (which, if you’ve watched it, means you know I was helpless to stop, like I’d been “Kilgraved” to binge watch it). Then I was just too beat and went to bed. But let’s get back to Tuesday. I decided to bring Minx with me. We had a conversation in the morning about her staying out of sight and out of trouble, and to just examine Jo’s work station for signs of magical tampering. I knew there was a risk it might not work or Minx might get caught, but I figured it was worth the gain. Jo was already at her desk when I got there, so we had to wait for a bit. I know she has a daily stand-up meeting with her team around 10AM, so that would be the perfect time for Minx to do her thing. Then she could return home and leave me alone at work for the rest of the day (it’s always safer this way, even if Minx is my faerie friend and wouldn’t deliberately do anything to mess up with my job). (I’m realizing I might not have described Jo very well in my last entry. Tall, slim and athletic, with long dark hair, and lovely features. I think that’s all pretty clear, but I don’t think I’ve described her outfits. She dresses pretty conservatively; not in the sense that it’s old fashioned, but because she wears suits and pants at work. She doesn’t show a lot of skin, though I’ll admit I’ve noticed a hint of nice cleavage the other day, when she had omitted to button up high enough. She wears her hair in a ponytail most of the time and doesn’t wear ostentatious jewelry.) Right before 10AM, she left for her meeting and Minx came out. “Wow!” she said. “She’s really pretty. How come you haven’t banged her yet?” “Minx!” I exclaimed. “First, I’ve got a girlfriend, remember? I’m not the cheating kind. Second, she’s not interested in me, I checked. And third, she’s a colleague.” Minx looked a bit confused. “Why does that matter?” “We work together. It’s just bad for colleagues to also sleep together.” “But you think she’s hot, right? You get all excited when she talks to you, don’t you? Don’t lie to me, I know about these things!” There was no point lying to Minx, especially not about something like this. She can’t exactly read my mind, but our connection means she has insight into my way of thinking. Lying to her would serve no purpose, just like lying to myself would be pointless. She’d know and that would hurt her feelings. “I’m not lying. Yeah, she’s very hot, and I’d love to, y’know, get all ‘in there’ and stuff, but–” I didn’t get to finish that sentence. With a resounding “yay!” Minx flew out the door and disappeared from sight. She returned a few minutes later, beaming with pride. “Where did you go?” I asked. Minx gave me this angelic smile that I knew spelled trouble. Don’t get me wrong, I think Minx is awesome, but she doesn’t understand the human world and there are times when she just doesn’t get things quite right. “I just went to fix her,” came Minx’s reply. Oh no. “What does that mean? What did you DO to her?” Minx shrugged. “Nothing much, don’t worry. You know I can’t do big spells like Attitude anyway, right?” “Tell me.” “Oh, all right!” Minx sighed and rolled her eyes, cranking up the drama like a teenage girl. “I made it so she’s going to like hearing your name. As in, a lot.” “What does that mean? Tell me the specifics.” “You’ll find out.” And without a word, she headed for the window. “Wait!” I called out after her. “What about her desk? Anything suspicious there?” Minx smiled and winked at me. “Depends on what you mean by suspicious. I wouldn’t worry about it.” With that, she was gone. For the rest of the day, I kept a discreet eye on Jo. Few people came to see me before lunch and those who did didn’t use my name, so nothing happened. After lunch, however, my supervisor (Jake) came to see us to catch up on various projects. For some reason, he likes saying my name out loud. He did it again and again, especially when talking about splitting the work between Jo and myself (“So Jaycee, you’ll take care of this, Jo, you handle that part.”). This is generally great because it has the benefit of clarity, but in this particular case, I suspected Jo might start feeling a little differently. Minx hadn’t told me what she’d done, but I figured she’d link hearing my name to some kind of sexual arousal. The problem is that Minx isn’t very good with spells of the flesh–those require more power and finesse than she can usually muster. As Jake kept on talking (and mentioning my name), I could see Jo was slowly getting aroused. It was subtle and I doubt Jake noticed it, but with my faerie sight, it’s not hard for me to pick up on these things. Jo was shifting discreetly on her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs in what she must have hoped was a casual manner. She’d occasionally stretch her neck or nibble at her lower lip, but always in such a way as it would look natural. But yes, she was getting aroused, and enough so that Jake’s long meeting must have felt insufferable. Finally, it was over and Jake left, leaving us two alone. I went back to work and pretended I hadn’t noticed anything. Jo got up and left. I thought she might have gone to the bathroom to relieve herself, but she came back later with two coffees, one for her, and apparently one for me. “Thought you might need one after this long meeting,” she said with a smile. We chatted for a bit, then went back to work. The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful and I couldn’t wait to get home and ask Minx what she’d done. Apparently, as I learned later that day, she’d found a way to cause some arousal in Jo without putting a spell on her flesh. Instead, because she’s better at enchanting objects, she cast some magic on her underwear, specifically the bit of fabric closest to her most sensitive bit. Every time someone pronounced my name, it would caress her little nub for a while. I can well imagine the effect it had over time. I’m sure Minx had the best of intentions, but I’m not sure this is going to make my life easier… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”