Have you ever wondered if the person you met on Literotica is really as freaky and sexual as they make themselves out to be online? I don't anymore. They are. Believe me. And let me tell you how I know.
Yesterday, I went to work like any other day. Ever see the movie The Office? That's how my job is. I sit in a cubicle and click keys on my computer. Do they mean anything to anyone? Probably not, but they give me a check every two weeks so I do it. The highlight of my morning is logging into Literotica. There, I assume the role of TwatLuva123. There, I can be whomever I want and say whatever I feel like saying. I talk to women the way I want to talk to them. I don't get nervous or tongue-tied; I don't have to buy anyone a drink or dinner. I can just be sexy. There is this one girl on there I love talking to. BrownSuga is the kind of girl you don't take home to mom. I imagine this exotic beauty that walks around in a leather pants and a corset all day long. We don't talk everyday but the days we do talk, WOW. It's like indulging in your favorite vice.
This morning though, didn't look like I'd be riding cloud 9 today. No BrownSuga! Well 5 minutes till lunch and when I get back I'll try to find her again.
RRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG!
"This is John."
"Be at the airport at 12:30." a sexy voice whispers.
"What? Who is this?" I stammer.
CLICK!
Ok, who really falls for prank calls? Not that I get many prank calls but even I know a joke when I hear one. And that had to be a joke, right? With it being time for lunch it's now 12:15 and it does only take 10-15 minutes to get to the airport. And because this is obviously more exciting than the ham and swiss on rye I was going to have for lunch, I make my way to the airport just to see what's going on.
12:28
After tripping over every little old lady in the parking lot, I stumble into the airport, looking, searching, for what; I HAVE NO IDEA! The caller never said what to do. If this is a joke I fell for it: hook line and sinker. As I turned to leave I hear "Would John Fergus please meet your party at Gate 7. John Fergus please meet your party at Gate 7.". I look up at the board to see if I can figure out what is happening at Gate 7. Maybe someone is sending me on a trip; Flight 227 to Miami leaves in 20 minutes, Flight 1225 to Las Vegas leaves in 15 minutes; the beach and a little gambling sound like fun. I guess the only way to find out would be to actually get to Gate 7.
Gate 7 looks pretty boring. A few travelers seem to be waiting for flights, although none of them look like they are heading to the beach or to Vegas and no one I recognize. After waiting around for a couple of minutes I walk up to the desk.
"Excuse me ma'am?" I say to the lady behind the desk.
"Yes, may I help you?" She replied.
"My name is John Fergus and I was paged to this Gate a few minutes ago, can you tell me who sent the page?" I asked.
"Oh Mr. Fergus, here, this is for you to put on and you are to wait over at that wall." she says, as she hands me a piece of fabric and point to a wall, slightly hidden about 20 feet away.
"Uh… thanks." I say looking at the fabric like it contains some deadly disease. If I were a cat, I'd drop dead right now of curiosity.
As I turn to walk away the lady says, with a wink "And Mr. Fergus have fun."
I unfold the fabric, it's a blindfold. I'm supposed to stand in the middle of the airport against a wall with a blindfold on with no idea as to what will happen next. Any sane person would leave right now, head back to work and pretend none of this happened. Good thing I'm not sane because now I've just got to know what will happen.