Ty had already had a lot of fun playing his tricks, but there must be more
he could try out here. He still had his two pocket-dicks at hand and hadn't
even done anything with them. The trick with the pen and the newspaper-
reader worked marvellous but they had not been involved. "What to do?"
Ty thought.
Deep in thoughts he was sipping at his cappuccino, thinking about possible
use for the pocket-dicks. The barrista had been tending to the man with
the newspaper who was now returning to his seat, with all people's eyes
upon him. Truly, he had a funny walk, but Ty was the only one of the other
customers who knew the reason why. When the man had walked past him
and carefully sat down again, Ty tried not to stare at him too plainly.
But what else could he do? That waitress had been kind of annoying a
while ago. Did that qualify to be messed with? Or how about those two
old hags that had been gossipping for ages by now? For sure he would
leave that lady at the window alone who sat there with her little son.
Ty tookout one of the pocket-dicks and put them onto the table, looking
at it as if to wait for an answere. "Well, what would YOU do?" he whispered.
As if he head understood Ty's quesstion the dick was jumping up and down
and was moving around as if it was trying to tell him something. "You do
wanna have action don't ya?" Ty thought - there was still a mind-connection
between him and those pocket-dicks he commanded. The dick was now
moving his head up and down in agreement. "Well, it can't be helped."
Ty thought, "So what would it be then? The lady at the window? One of the
old ones over there? Or what?"
At that moment the waitress was passing by, heading to the mother with
her little boy to ask whether they would like to place another order. The
dick was turning its head in her direction as she was passing. "Oh boy.
You are a naughty one, aren't you?" Ty thought and smiled. "Do you wanna
have a go with her?" The pocket-dick was now again jumping up and down
in agreement. "And what would you do with her?" Ty was silently asking.
The pocket-dick was immediately standing at alert, trying to be as stiff
as possible. "Oh, I see! So THATS what you are after! I whould have guessed
as much!" Ty thought. "All right then. You shall have her!" and with that,
Ty was blinking and the dick had disappeared. He had teleported it directly
into the waitress'es pussy. The dick had only been semi-stiff, but he should
still manage.
Ty noticed how the sudden appearence of something warm in her pants and
pussy startled the waitress, but she was showing some remarkable controle
and those who did not know what was going on would be very unlikely to
notice any difference. Ty took care of that the dick was not moving in her pussy
by himself. He'd just stay in there for a while and that was it. Since she had
to take care of a number of orders she would neither have the time to go to
the bathroom and have a check. Even if she did, there was nothing to be seen.
After all pocket-dick was invisible to her.
Ty observed her movements carefully and even though she tread carefully
in the beginning, he got more and more of the impression that she got quite
used to the feel of that pocket-dick inside her pussy. The fact that pocket-dick was
not moving might even have made it easier for her to adjust to the unused
feel in her pussy.
Not as if she wouldn't know how a dick felt that was buried inside her pussy,
but who would expect an unattached dick like that enter one's pussy when
one was walking around and completely dressed?
Since it had worked so fine on the student's pen Ty decided to pick up that
idea again. He connected his spoon to the pocket-dick that was buried
deep inside the pussy of the waitress. Whatever he did with his spoon and
his cuppuccino would have an effect on her. Therein the cup symbolyzed
her pussy and the spoon served as remote controle for pocket-dick.
The waitress was now standing next to the barrista who was preparing
some cake and coffee to be brought up to the two elderly women. That
was when Ty picked up his spoon and dunked it into his cappuccino.
The waitress jumped at that, but Ty left it at that, only when she had
taken up her conversation with the barrista again he was moving the
spoon lightly, carefully stirring his cappuccino. The waitress grabbed a
chair, and held to it fast. "Whats up with you?" The barrista asked.
"Are you not feeling well?"
"No, its nothing!" She gave him a smile. "I think, ...I think I might have to
sit down for a bit." ... She was carefully walking to the back of the café,
sitting down on one of the sofas that were standing there. Ty was now
dipping his spoon in and out again and again. The waitress, was just
sitting there, slightly twitching as he was moving his spoon. When she
began to move her hand to her crotch, Ty stopped moving altogether
and so did the pocket-penis. Only when she took her hands away again,
he resumed stirring his coffee. She tried to touch whatever was moving
in her pussy two more times but Ty stopped all his movement in an instant
and after that she just disemminated her arms, kept her eyes closed
and let it happen.
Ty let now loose all restraints and furiously stirred his cappuccino,
The waitress at the other end of the room was now clasping and
breathing heavily as the barrista was running up at her. "Whats with
you? Whats wrong? Tell me!" He was obvously concerned about her
wellbeing. People in the café were turning their heads into their
direction. "Wow, wow ..." Ty thought, "this might be a little bit too
much attention after all." He blinked and the pocket-dick reappeard
on his table, before either he or the waitress were able to cum.
"Well, what a pity!" Ty thought, but it was becoming a bit too
obvious that something unexplicable was going on in that café
and he would not have that. He picked up pocket-dick in order
to place it back into his jacket but when he removed the spoon
from his cup and absentmindedly licked it clean as he was used
to, pocket-dick ejaculated all over his trousers.
"Bah, what a mess! ... "I should have thought of that!" Ty had
not nullified the connection of spoon and dick and even though
noone else could see the ejaculate as it was as invisible to others
as pocket-dick was, Ty could see it and it was sticky and gooy.
He impatiently pushed pocket-dick back into his jacket, stood
up and went to the bathroom to clean himself. "That was unasked
for!" He thought.
When he was passing barrista and waitress he could hear her
saying: "No, im fine! Everything is all right! I am fine!"