The set-up seemed perfect. Ty was reaching into his jacket, made the two pocket-dicks
invisible for everyone in the room except for himself and took them out.
"Ok, boys," he whispered, "ready to go!" He blinked with his eyes - another methode
to mark the start of his wish, because snipping might have been a bit too obvious in
a place like this - and from now on he could order those pocket-dicks directly via
mind-controle. (Which again raises the question, whether those dicks actually had a
mind to controle?)
Ty sent the two pocket-dicks over to the two elderly women who were chatting and
gossipping away. He watched them run over to the table, jumping on of of the ladie's
handbag that was sitting on the floor and from there one was jumping onto the knee of
the left whilst the other one was jupming onto the knee of the right one and from there
they were jumping onto the table. Both women hesitated, stopped their talk and each
of them was looking at their knee, but there was nothing to be seen. There was a moment
of indignation and silence and then one made a remark Ty could not hear and then they
were laughing, but it was a bit of an embarassed laugh, one to fill a gap in between a talk,
one to cover an embarassment, especially one they had no idea of what it had been caused
by. One was nervously sipping on her coffee, the other one tended to the rest of her cake.
It was obvious that both of them felt a bit uncomfortable without being able to put a
finger on it
Ty thought about what to do from there. The two invisible dicks were restlessly jumping
up and down, waiting for orders. It was obvious that besides their receiving orders from
Ty they also had a mind of their own. Ty decided to have one pocket-dick jump onto the
lap of the left lady and make it visible only to her, but not to her friend.
The dick happily jumped down to that woman's lap and started to rub itself onto her.
The elderly lady showed a remarkable self-controle. She had already felt something
warm on her leg before, so this was nothing new to her and Ty could observe how she
was carefully taking a glimps around her cup. Then she saw the dick. One that was not
attached to anything and one that was rubbing itself at her lap. Her hand was slightly
shaking, but nothing more.
"Most impressive!" Ty thought to himself. He had to repeatedly tell the second pocket-dick
off in order to keep him at check. The woman sat down her cup and made yet another
remark to her friend, giving her a smile, then she bowed down to her handbag as if she
was looking for something, but Ty could clearly see, how she was just trying to get a
closer look at that pocket-Dick, that was now climbing up her tight and rubbed its head
at her cheek. Hurriedly the woman reappeard over the table again and the dick vanished
between her legs.
He still sat there, not doing much whilst the women took up their talk again. From time to
time the left lady took a glimpse to her lap and it did not take long and she started to fondle
the dick without her friend noticing it. Of course it was impossible that an unattached dick
would run wild in a café. Her phantasy must play tricks on her. There was no reason for
her to believe that there was really a dick sitting on her lap. Anyhow, after a while she
patted the dick's head as if it was a little puppy and the dick obviously enjoyed the treatment.
She then fondled it and obviously found joy in observing how it stiffened. She then stopped
stroking it and only patted it again.
"Gosh, that woman knows well how to deal with a dick! She really gets him all horny over
and over again but keeps it from cumming!" Ty was deeply impressed. However, there was
still a second dick waiting and he was growing impatient. Ty decided that it was now time
for him to make his appearance. He blinked and now the second dick was visible to the second
woman but not to her friend. The second lady, who was still at her cake. ("Its incredible
how long some people take to eat a piece of cake!" Ty thought.) She seemed completely
occupied with it and slicing away one piece seemed to become some kind of art or science
for her. After a while she looked up and there it was: a pocket-dick sitting right next to her plate.
It was half-limb and bowed its head towards her as if it wanted to give her a greeting.
That woman too kept her composure. She did seem a bit distracted though. She looked
up at her friend, who gave her a smile. It was obvious that her friend did not see that
dick sitting on the table. At that moment the waitress appeared.
"Is there something else for you?" she was asking.
Now there were two ladies nervously smiling at a waitress.
"No, thank you!" the left one said. "We are fine! Or is there anything
you want Elsie?" She asked her friend.
The second lady was looking at her plate, where the second pocket-dick
was sniffing at the leftovers of her cake.
"Well, maybe a second piece of cake if you don't mind!"
"But Elsie, you already had one. Think of your blood-sugar. Doctor Brewer
would be very angry with you if he knew!"
"Well, he doesn't have to know does he?" Elsie replied, "Besides, I feel like it!"
"All right, another piece of cake then." The waitress said and left.
Both women were now assured that those dicks they saw could not be
seen by anybody else and whilst the second dick jumped down to the
lap of the second lady, the first lady had already grabbed the pocket-dick
sitting on her lap, stood up and excused herself to "refresh her makeup".
Her friend took now all the time to get to know her little friend, she pattet
it's head and fondled it like her friend had done before.
After a short while her friend returned, but the pocket-dick was nowhere
to be seen. She did, however, walk in a very funny and careful way and
sat down very carefully and fully concentrated. It did not take long for her
friend to leave for the bathroom and when she returned she too was treading
very carefully and the pocket dick was nowhere to be seen.
When the waitress returned with more cake she found two very relaxed
elderly women, who looked at her with gloomy eyes and were hardly
talking any more but were absentmindedly looking into opposite directions.
After a while there was some more movement that had gotten into them.
They both silently cramped and their facial expressions were changing,
even though Ty could tell that they were intently trying to hide it.
After that they both relaxed and were picking up their talk where they
had left off. The left woman called for the waitress for another cup of
coffee, the second one made for her cake and they were chatting away
as if nothing had happened.
"I guess my two pocket-dicks are lost for good" Ty thought. "Oh well,
I know how to make them, I might as well create some more." With that
in mind he blinked and two pocket-dicks just like those he "lost" to the
two elderly women appeared on his table. Both being controlled by Ty's
mind and both being invisible to everyone except for himself.