Send a text to a celeb then go fuck the barista

Pulling out his phone Logan sent a text through the group chat he apparently now had with every notable female celebrity he found attractive- and the fact that the chat was labeled 'Hot Celebrities' and he had another one labeled 'Not Hot Celebrities' was surreal, even if he ignored the fact that he had set up fucking _group chats with these women- _asking if anyone was free to meet up over the coming weekend before shoving the electronic back into his pocket. He didn't know what all of them were doing, where they were, or even if the time differences meant they'd be asleep so he'd check for responses later.

His future entertainment taken care of Logan scooped up the Rule Book and began to make his way over to the counter where the topless redhead was still serving drinks, taking a quick second to write up another rule.

Old Rule: Logan Larsson (the writer of this rule) and his partners are legally allowed to have public sex, people will have the same mental and emotional reaction to the event as they would with anyone else, but they will make no move to stop the act.

There, that should make sure he got all the perks out of what he was going to do without getting arrested or cockblocked.

His preparation done Logan stuffed the Rule Book into the pocket of his sweatshirt pocket and quickly undid the front of his pants, pushing them and his underwear down just far enough for his now enhanced cock and balls to jump out into the open air. A female patron he was walking past blushed heavily as her breath hitched but she didn't say anything.

"Excuse me." He called over to the for the moment unoccupied barista, standing a few steps back from the counter to make sure that when the topless redhead turned around she would get a decent view of at least some of his growing erection. He needed her to see his junk to hypnotize her after all.

"Yes- oh. Oh wow." She breathed out in awe at the sight of his bouncing cock. She was his now.

"Yeah, I want to fuck you while you sit on the counter here and maybe knock you up if you are a good enough fuck. You up for it?" He asked rhetorically, his Rule would ensure she was more than willing. If anything she'd be eager.

The barista, who's nametag said her name was Hazel, bit her lip cutely as she thought it over. "That is... really tempting," She admitted, "but I need to stay behind the counter and I can't ignore anyone who comes up. Do you mind just fucking me bent over the counter instead of on it? You can still try and knock me up!" She offered desperately, clearly hoping he would still fuck her.