Waylaid - Cointoss Pulse, Inversion Pulse

You shiver and nearly hiccup as a strange feeling washes over you, once, then twice, both times feeling strangely... inconsistent. and distracts you from your collision. "Um, sorry, sorry. My bad." The man who rammed you murmurs, hesitantly stepping away from you and starting to shuffle away only to nearly trip over the box he was carrying. Frowning at it, he promptly kicks the thing and sets off in the opposite direction. Huh. Nice guy.

Getting back on track, you spy a hot blonde lady casually slouching her way down the road. She seems like she's got plenty of time to spare, and she's pretty sexy, so you think you might try taking her for a ride. Then again, she's already so far out, and there's a sexy brunette businesswoman on a_ _call right here on the corner. Oh! Hey, why not both?

You're feeling lazy, so you go to the businesswoman first.

"Damn machine, why won't it work already?" You hear her gripe as you approach, before you knock on the phonebooth's door. She snaps her eyes toward you. Oh hey, no ring: Score! "Yes, what is it? The landline's busted too if you were wondering."

"It's nothing much," You say, flipping a coin. Heads? Nice. You feel lucky. "I was just wondering if you'd mind me pumping a few loads into you? Everyone else has a partner already, you see, and I'm still pretty pent up so I thought: 'Hey, that sexy businesswoman in the phone booth looks like she's got things to do. Why not make that me?'"

"I'm sorry, what? I--" The woman blinks, gobsmacked, and ready to launch into a tirade before you flash the heads-face of the coin at her and she opens the phonebooth door instead. "--would love to do you. How many loads are we talking here? Two? Four? A dozen?"

"Oh I dunno," You say, rubbing the back of your head as the woman reaches for her skirt. "I was kinda thinking I just pull your skirt down and start ramming it in, see how many I get before I run out of steam."

"I see," The woman nods agreeably, hands leaving her skirt up as soon as you mentioned you wanted to pull it down, "and do you just want to use me as a cocksleeve or do you want a bit more service out of it? Because, I mean, I'm not really a whore but I know enough about sales that I'm sure I could make a convincing pitch if you want."

"Oh yeah?" You ask, casually stepping forward and unzipping your pants.

"Mhm," The woman says, "So did you know I'm not on the pill, and it's my fertile period? How about it, does the thought of knocking me up do it for you? How about the damage it'll do to my career to take time off and raise a baby? A baby given to me by a random man I've never met before?"

You hum agreeably, slipping your hands into the woman's skirt, "Go on. You can sell yourself better than that, surely."

"Ah~ well. I masturbate sometimes, but I've actually never had a man before. I've always been so focused on work I never found it important, but with a nice hunky man like you waving his dick in my face like he owns me... I feel like a horny young college girl all over again. But this time, I don't think I'll be keeping those pretty white panties I'm wearing quite so pure. How about it? Wanna stick it right in there? No need to take 'em off. I don't mind. Oh! What if I told you... I'll wear them to work afterward?"

"Oh really? You'll let everyone know they're stained with some random guy's cum, will you? Just waft them about in people's faces?"

"If that's what you want? Sure thing!" She agrees chipperly, pleased I'm engaging, "All part of the service. Any other requests?"

"Yeah. Help me seduce that blonde chick," You point at her: Blondey seems to have gotten distracted by watching some folks do the horizontal tango a bit too close to a window. "I want to take you both. Maybe do some roleplay or some shit. Oh, by the way, I'm gonna call you... let's see, how about Sandy?" For her hair color, "For the role-play."

Your partner follows your finger and squints at the blond, before shrugging. "Sure thing boss! Should I go get her?"

You hum, and flip your coin again. Tails. Bummer. Well, you can't win 'em all. "Nah, I'll come with. Feel free to lead the discussion though."

"Absolutely. That's me, you know? A born leader." 'Sandy,' chuckles to herself, before strutting out of the booth and towards the blonde chick. "Excuse me," She says, drawing the blonde's slothful gaze. "I'm Sandy, and this is my associate, a random man I've never met before today. Would you like to join us for a threesome? I promise, I'm perfectly willing and able to fill any role you might need, even if you may need to explain it first. I'm terribly inexperienced, you see."

Blondey blinks languidly, before shrugging, "Sure thing. Been out all day anyway: My kids can wait on their mama a bit longer."