Fever 01

"Well, it's up to you, FIREFEVER102, so?"

Well, nobody ever told me about the stupid complaint card box! And LOL, those oversized work safety pants dropped like a rock!

"[Click, click] base to Fire Red Volcano Tops, confirm two or three, over [click, click]."

Oh, so Brandi finally decides to get involved, huh?

[Grope, squeeze, shift, squeeze, move, grip, huh]

"[Click, click] Erotic Diamond Spikes to base, FireFever102 is enough, over [click, click]."

"[Click, click] base to Glass Cutters, requesting internal employee code 282TT9N, over [click, click]."

"Huh? What did she say, FireFever102, huh?"

"(Photos, Brandi.)"

[Golf carts are quiet as they slide up]

"Oh, you two are the "it" girls for sure, hop in."

"Circle for a moment, hmm, Mr. Golf Cart Escort with the fancy concert polo shirt, okay?"

[Photo snap, photo snap, photo snap, video]

"Is that your sister, um, ma'am?"

"No, that's what the doctor ordered for a fag with a fever! And it's Yvette, so, shall we then, hmm? Pickup Brandi and let's get to the VIP Cocktail section on the main floor! Um, tee he, bye Middle section guys."

Well, that's not the reason I chose Fever for a name, but if it produces controlled and safe results, well, maybe I'm just what the doctor ordered then, maybe?

"There are red and black sequined miniskirts in the back of the golf cart, Miss Yvette, if you two are interested in that and I have a friend with a fever, I think, so."

"Give me your phone [snatch] and glide, Escort! Who is your friend with a fag fever then, hmm?"

"Oh, um, Frank Falkner, so?"

"OMG, are you being serious with me right now, Escort? Frank Falkner? That's a match and super juicy gossip all rolled into one, right?"

[Scroll contacts, downloads a risqué photo, banner, send]

[Golf carts finally pulls away very quietly. Not Yvette or Brandi, of course or their new concert traffic jam commotion fans since they decided to change out their Daisy Dukes for their Arena provided miniskirts while gliding along in the golf cart, but the golf cart silently slipped away]

And all that happened in like less than two minutes! And I was working in a miniskirt vest myself!

"What the hell just happened here, FireFever102?"

"Oh, don't ask me, I just work here occasionally and I'm busy trying to figure out if I could pull over wearing a mini skirt, I mean, ignore the tan and fluorescent yellow colors, of course, but, um, Teddy, what do you think, hmm?"

[Spin, twirl, huh, spin, stop]

"Aww, I mean, yeah, FireFever102 and try it out on story night!"

"Oh, but are my arms to skinny to go sleeveless? And is less than half of my butt cheeks noticeable, hmm?"

[Spin, twirl, pause, rotate, stop]

"FireFever102, are you technically off work now? I mean, what concert?"

[Beep, I got a fever! Beep, beep, I have a catch rag, I mean, a damp forehead cloth, beep, hey]

"Tee he, the traffic is moving, Wayne, so?"

[Beep, beep, move it up and share. Honk, honk, put it in gear, guy]

"FireFever102, this isn't over!"

[Slow roll vroom, vroom]

"Oh, I thought it never was, Wayne, I mean, your words, not mine, so, tee he, enjoy the concert. And Maude behind the ticket Will Call curtain."

I'm not a monster, so.

Oh, and that thing that Yvette said about how the flashlight fit and felt in her hand, huh, I could totally see that after I went back to work, so, well, never mind. They seem to be about the same size, so. I think.

"[Slow rolling traffic] I'm straight8, but I like how you swing that flashlight [keeps slow rolling]."

"And I hope to drive a straight8 guy crazy with my flashlight swinging skills, keep moving."

"Huh, wait, what [forced to keep slow rolling by traffic]?"

"[Slow rolling traffic] I'm straight8, but tee he, you're practically naked [keeps slow rolling]."

"And I hope a straight8 guy keeps me naked for an entire weekend soon, keep moving."

"Huh, wait, what [forced to keep slow rolling by traffic]?"

"[Slow rolling traffic] I'm straight8, but do you have a Chang homepage [keeps slow rolling]?"

"I do, safe for work under Fever and not so safe for work under FireFever102, keep moving."

"Huh, wait, what, FireFever102 is trending [forced to keep slow rolling by traffic]!"

[Fancy hand job flashlight swinging]

"Keep moving, oh, OMG, Grandma Martha!"

"[Slow rolling traffic] Tee he, Grandpa Jack stole your undies from the couch, so I get a night out [keeps slow rolling]."

"[Slow rolling traffic] I'm straight8, but the Strip has room for you, FireFever102 [keeps slow rolling]!"

"And I lie about my sexual experiences, but I have a circle jerk plan for a few straight8 guys from the Strip coming soon, keep moving."

"Huh, wait, what [forced to keep slow rolling by traffic]?"

"[Slow rolling traffic] I'm straight8, but weren't you suppose to paint my house [keeps slow rolling]?"

"Oh, um, a weird side effect, so, um, I'll stop by and take a nap on your couch soon, keep moving."

"Huh, wait, what [forced to keep slow rolling by traffic]?"

"[Slow rolling traffic] I'm straight8, but I'll buy you a Frozen Slurpy later, so [keeps slow rolling]?"

"Blue with sideways white and red diagonal? What's your name, hmm?"

"[Stops the slow rolling traffic] Frank, Frank Falkner and some people think we are a good side match, so [starts to slow roll]."

"[Waves the car ahead] I might be interested, Frank Falkner, but you can't be straight8 and approach me like this, but we can talk about it over a blue, sideways white and red diagonal Frozen Slurpy on the Strip next weekend, but for tonight, keep moving."

"[Starts to slow roll] well, I don't even have a concert ticket for tonight, so [keeps slow rolling]."

Guys, right? They always show up at a concert venue without a ticket.

"Pull over on the gravel shoulder, Frank Falkner!"

Well, I mean, a triple color Frozen Slurpy, right?

"Everyone, just keep slow rolling forward now that the traffic jam commotion is over and beep two times if my choice of exercise shorts are working for me. And I mean in terms of booty shorts because I think I have a nice booty for a weirdo guy, so?"

[Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Honk, honk. Toot, toot, Honk, honk]

"[Click, click] FireFever102 to base, looking for any standing room tickets, over [click, click]."

"[Click, click] base to FireFever102, Bra Buster downloaded photos onto Arena's security system and you're trending here too as well as on Chang and you're causing another type commotion, over [click, click]."

"[Click, click] base, internal code suggestions, over [click, click]."

"[Click, click] base to FireFever102, look around for faggot employee crowd gathering code 4948TTQ, over [click, click]."

[Looks around, makes a mad dash to Frank Falkner's open driver's side window]

"[Mwah, mwah, mwah] Frank Falkner, I promise you that I will meet you on the Strip next weekend for a Frozen Slurpy [mwah, mwah, mwah] and I also promise you that I'm just a stupid tease with a decent body [mwah, mwah, mwah], but I promise to be a delightful date [mwah, mwah, mwah], but for now, I need to run and skedaddle [mwah, mwah, mwah] because I can't get in a car with you [mwah, mwah, mwah] and leave my truck here, so [mwah, mwah, smooch] I need to high tail it right now!"

[Swoosh, side swish cars in parking lines, swoosh, side step puddles, run]

And then I had to run back to pick up the work clothing that I stripped out of earlier.

[Side step puddles, swoosh, dart around cars in slow rolling traffic jam, swish, swoosh]

"Ahem!"

OMG, never in my career had I been so happy to see the Arena's old and rickety nasty dirt sand colored golf cart! And Pete! And yep, his name is Pete's Sakes.

[Throws work uniform in the back of the golf cart and plops down in the passenger seat]

"Floor the pedal, for Pete's sakes, Pete Sakes!"

[Roll, glide, roll, glide, roll, glide, roll, barely gliding along]

Well, we had a head start on the fag mob, so.

"I'm slow rolling into the little loading dock tunnel, FireFever102, so? Also, tee he, you're nearly naked, tee he."

"Shush it and slow roll, Pete Sakes! And for just talking and lip smacking is okay since you were just my hero, but nothing more, so."

I'm not including this in my story or reporting on it, but Pete Sakes saw me more nearly naked once, so. And maybe I saw him totally naked, but it was just a harmless and above the board mistake, that's all.

[Mwah, grope, ummah, squeeze, mwah, rub, ummah, grind, uhm, woo, mwah, smooch]

"Whew, that should even us up then, right, Pete Sakes?"

"Hah! One more round since you blogged about it, FireFever102!"

[Mwah, grope, ummah, squeeze, mwah, rub, ummah, grind, uhm, woo, mwah, smooch]

"Oh, whew, whoa, I did not blog about the "incident" at all, Pete Sakes!"

"Ahem!"

"Well, I didn't say any names and it made for a good fictional sex experience, so?"

"I liked it, FireFever102 and I'm wondering if you could, you know, pick me up for work like once a month or so, maybe?"

"Or, or, or, it happened and we both liked it, but it was a one-time thing, so?"

"Okay, okay, okay, FireFever102, how about one more time with a little extra gusto then, hmm?"

Guys, right? They always want something again with just a little more gusto!

But there was plenty of gusto anyways, so there was no need for a do-over.

LOL, there was totally no gusto at all, tee he!

Well, here's what happened when Pete Sakes asked for a ride to work way, way back in the day, like three weeks ago. Which was half me being a friendly co-worker and half me being nosey about how Pete Sakes lived. I mean, you can tell a lot from a person's house, right?

Anyways, in my usual harmless and above the board fashion, I arrived a little early, fully dressed for work in my baggy parking lot attendant uniform and purposely arrived a little early to catch Pete Sakes before he showered, which was still innocent enough and above the board and um, helped out. Well, I helped myself around his house while he hummed in the shower, but as it turned out, huh, Pete Sakes lived pretty, um, cleanly.

So, when I dropped my baggy work uniform to remove my under-shorts for the night because I didn't need them, well, I folded my baggy work uniform nicely and neatly folded it on his bed while I used the restroom, all above the board, of course.

And Pete Sakes hums really nicely and loudly enough that he didn't even realize that I was in the bathroom with him as he washed his hair. He also didn't know that I peeked behind the shower curtain, for like three minutes, but what I saw was, um, mesmerizing. I mean, his dick was doing this.

[Holds index finger at a 30 degree down angle and with a throbbing and bouncing upward movement]

I mean, it kept going, boing, bounce, boing, bounce, boing, bounce and Pete Sakes just kept humming and rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and it kept going bounce, boing, bunce, boing, bounce, boing and it was mesmerizing to watch!

I don't do that. Well, I guess I can't do that.

Anyways, I saw all I needed to, so, I stopped peeking and stood up, but that's when Pete Sakes had finished rinsing off and whipped the shower curtain open, which is when he saw me nearly naked and we were both in shock, even though his cock was still going all boing, bounce, boing, bounce and that's when I slammed the shower closed!

And that's when Pete Sakes whipped the shower curtain back open and SOB, his dick had a taller angle, but was still going all boing, bounce, boing, bounce, boing and that's when I took a step backwards!

Only my weird brain worked the other way and I took a half of a step forward and that's when his face got all screwed up and sideways and that's when I leaned forward a little bit and planted a pucker kiss on his throbbing mushroom, but not like a blow job, but that's when, OMG, Pete Sakes went all sploosh, blast, splash, gush, spew, spew, spew in my mouth! But not like a blow job since my lips were barely touching his tip. Well, I suppose all guy's grunt and push forward, but still, right?

And I don't know even know how to define if I spit or not since it was such a surprise and since there was so much splooshing and splashing and spewing that I didn't know what was what, right? It was everywhere on my face! Well, except for a couple of direct deposit blasts from when he grunted forward, I guess.

The end? Oh, hell, no! I mean, I was going to work, so I had to clean up my face, right? Or for short, guys, right? Bend over in the sink to wash your face while wearing just a thong and they have to poke and prod all around!

But it was harmless poking, so, I didn't mind that. I even stood still and, um, flexed? Did I flex? Um, I didn't mind it, so I tried to give back, so.

The end? Well, guys have ooze and drizzle later, so, I had a slight, yet still sticky, mess to clean up there from how he poked and poked, so.

The end? Hell, yeah! I mean, his idea of me sitting on the toilet while wiping clean under there with tissue paper and while sucking him off for real would have to wait for another day!

I mean, maybe next month, but maybe not.

End Fever 01