A text

You're woken up by the buzzing of your phone and you realize you had dozed off by the pool. Grabbing your phone, you see that its been 2 hours since you laid down in the shade and you feel refreshed. The buzzing had been a text from an unfamiliar number, although you recognize the New York area code. You half considered just deleting the message without opening it, thinking it might be 1 of those annoying scams, but your curiosity gets the better of you.

The text just says, "Now?"

You stare at the 1-word text, assuming that maybe someone had texted the wrong number. You're about to put your phone away when it buzzes again in your phone and you see there's another text. This time it's a picture. In fact, it's a selfie and you recognize Morgan from earlier, looking cute as she was and dressed in black yoga pants and a grey long-sleeved crop top. It looks like she's in a changing room in a department store, although it's 1 of those with just a flimsy curtain.

Having just woken up, it takes you a few seconds to connect the dots and realize that Morgan is probably feeling horny and also testing to see if texting you works. Since you set up the crazy tale of being a "fairysexparent" you suppose you have to show up or else it won't work for future encounters. You can't believe how horny the gorgeous blonde is and you decide to shed your clothes quickly and activate your teleportation ring, appearing before Morgan in the tiny enclosed space.

Morgan gasps when you appear and you have to clamp your hand over her mouth to prevent her from shrieking. You let go after her initial surprise, even though you had appeared like you said you would.

"It really works!" Morgan whispers, her eyes wide in surprise. There's also a twinkle in her eyes, showing how excited she is.

"Well... yes. But I'm a busy fairysexparent, you know. Don't expect me to show up immediately every time you text," you say, laying the ground for how this relationship will go. While you're more than happy to show up and fuck Morgan whenever she's horny, you don't want to be at her beck and call. Ultimately, your goal is to turn this around. "So... you're horny?" you ask, placing your hands on Morgan's slim, exposed waist.

"Uh huh..."

"Well, this changing room is kind of... public. You sure you want to do this here?" you ask, looking around.

"Can... other people see you?" Morgan asks.

"Yes."

"Well... you're naked. It's not like we can go somewhere else, can we?"