A little less talk and a lot more action

[intriguess]

The spell was nearly complete, now it was merely up to me to decide how to best spread it's influence. There was always orally, but that took consumption. Putting it in licquid always risked dilution. I finally decided to do a test make sure I had the correct strength.

With a poof of smoke an atomizer of perfume appeared, it would be easy enough to test it now. I smiled and read the encantation.

"Feather of a Dove,
Petal of Rose.
Passionate Love,
to all of those
who wear this sensual scent I weave
of ardor, sensuality and animal need."

I smiled again, a little witchcraft in the 21st century never hurt anyone. I winked at the mirror and took the atomizer with me to work.

I sprayed the woman in the toll booth on my way to work. I spritzed the cop who was about to give someone a ticket. The scent was practically odorless and most people shook their head and went back to their task. I noticed the soft smiles on their faces and couldn't wait until that night to see what had happened.

OOC
so I need victims...*grin*

 

[unclebigbad]

How about using the handyman as a victim?

The name is Wolf. My job here is handyman. Cuz, I'm a man, and I happen to be handy...For all sorts of things. I can fix electrical, appliances, walls, doors, and I'm pretty handy with a paint brush too.

I tend to be a bit cynical when it comes to women. As, I've had very bad luck with them lately.

I am 6'2" 225# shoulder length wavy blonde hair smokey blue eyes deep dark tanned skin. I tend to be a bit bookish when I think I'm alone. I never go anywhere without a book. When given the chance, I will find a quiet spot to read.

 

[Problem Child]

"License and registration please, ma'am"

I said before I even got a good look at the driver.
"Did I do something wrong officer?" said a voice from inside the car.
"Jesus," I thought, "is she really going to try and talk her way out of this?"
"Officer, I really didn't mean to, I mean, I guess I wasn't paying attention. Are you going to give me a ticket?" she said as she handed over her ID.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and turned to head back to my car.
I got into the passengers side of the cruiser and called in her drivers licence numbers for outstanding warrants. She came back clean, and I wrote the ticket.
I looked in the rear view window to keep an eye on her, as is my habit on all traffic stops. You never knew which ones were the crazies and would try to run from you, or even approach the car- with a gun hidden on them. She was sitting silently, looking very distressed. I really didn't care. I had been a cop long enough, and seen enough tears from women trying to cry their way out of a citation.
I got a call on the radio about a domestic dispute and answered it. As I was talking to the dispatcher, i felt something wet hit my neck, and I looked up. It was overcast, but not raining. I was momentarily startled as woman passed my door, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Where the fuck did she come from?" I silently scolded myself for letting her sneak up on me like that. Never let your guard down on the job. It'll get you killed sooner or later.
I walked back to her car and showed her the ticket and began explaining her rights under the law. I paused and looked down at her to see if she was hearing me and immediately forgot what I was going to say.
She was breathtaking. She had the face of an angel, and a body on long-term lease from Satan himself. From my viewpoint above her I could see her tanned legs wrapped in a black mini-skirt that would have shown early morning dew if it was hiked up another inch. The top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, exposing a pair perfect breasts in a lacy bra. I had to take another deep breath. Why hadn't I noticed this gorgeous thing before?
"Officer, do you really have to cite me? Couldn't you give me a warning, just this once?" Her voice trembled a little, and her eyes were wet, as if she were on the verge of crying.
I didn't know what to say. I felt totally helpless. Why was I giving this sweet, beautiful, sexy woman such a hard time? There must be some way to work around this situation so that both of us would end up satisfied.
I looked at her angelic face, and felt so attracted to her. I couldn't do it.
"Well Miss, I've reconsidered, and I just wouldn't feel right giving you a ticket. Maybe we can work out some other 'arrangement'."

 

[unclebigbad]

In the garden...

I sit in the cool morning sun, sipping a hot cup of Kona coffee, and reading the latest Anne Rice novel...Waiting to see what jobs the super has for me today. God, I really hate her. She looks down at me because I have a Masters in psychology and here I am doing manual labor. She thinks she is so much better than I simply because she is my boss. But, ya know, if she would just loosen up a bit, she might be fun to be around...

I snap out of mt reverie and sip my coffee and read...Waiting...Wanting the touch of a woman...Feeling too afraid to open myself to that kind of pain again...

 

[intriguess]

the day had ended

and I was anxiously awaiting the results of my new spell. It was a habit of mine to create a new spell every year, just something to entertain myself and keep me lively. One year I had made the mistake of creating and casting an anonymity spell on myself. I thought it would help me stay in one place as no one would notice I didn't age. Instead it made it so no one noticed me unless I spoke to them and after I left they forgot me. It made making friends an entirely new problem. I had created this spell for fun and honestly for sex. I whispered and waved my moved my hand in a circle in front of a wall. I sat back and watched the results on people I had sprayed.