Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 15: The Spark Revealed
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 15: The Spark Revealed - A novel-length do-over about a man born in 1955: he lived until 2038. A retired Buddhist monk befriended Mason and caused strange things to happen. Mace died normally, only to wake up at age 13 with all of his old memories. But he's not living his life over. Everything is really different. He's on a parallel planet with a completely different history and bizarre morals. It is the polar opposite of feminism. Succinctly stated: it's a fun romp. 33 chapters. Slow start.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Rags To Riches Restart DoOver Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Analingus First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Size Small Breasts
I had left school and was headed for the office with the card Miss Bridges had given me.
She told me I needed to go there to figure out what my career path might be. She told me little because I think she didn’t know what it would be. I was concerned, nonetheless. I was glad I had the knowledge and experience of a centenarian. After a few deep breaths, I was calm again.
The card says it’s on the corner of Ocean Terrace and Province - Route A1. The address is 5 Ocean Terrace. It doesn’t give a person’s name; the title says Career Associates L.L.C. What a bullshit name? I’m supposed to speak with someone named Morgan Mullen, a magic agent. WTF is a magic agent?
I arrived and parked. After a little walking around in confusion and not finding it, I found it inside a walk-up. It was through a stupid side door. All I saw were the “5-10-15” numbers over a door. It was around the corner of a building. The numbers were far apart, making it questionable.
I opened the door and walked up the stairs to a short hallway. At the end of the hall was #5. I grabbed the doorknob, and it turned. I turned it fully and pushed it open, having little idea why I was here and a little nervous.
Inside, a young woman chewed gum and filed her nails. By young, I estimated she was barely 15 or 16. She had honey-blonde hair and was very yummy-looking.
She said, “Yes?”
I showed her the business card. “I was told to come here?”
She took it and handed it back. “Have a seat, Honey. You gotta name?”
“Yes ... It’s Mason Carpenter.”
“Back in a flash, Honey. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”
‘Oh, I would do her in a microsecond.’
Minutes later she came back and sat down. She restarted filing her nails. I noticed she had lost her gum somewhere.
“Morg will be withcha in a moment, Honey.”
“Thanks.”
The inner office door opened, and a big guy was standing there straightening his tie.
He said, “Mr. Carpenter, please cum in.”
I got up, shaking my head, after he turned away.
‘Morg’ had said cum, not come. The words are pronounced identically. Somehow I knew he was playing on the words for his receptionist’s sake.
In the office I smelled semen. Ha, she had just given her boss a freeking blowjob.
He sat down. “I’m Morgan Mullen. Friends call me Morg.”
I said, “I go by Mace.”
“Good, strong name, ‘Mace.’ I am an employment agent, and I specialize in magical talents as a sideline. I do not see many with much power. I saw Karrisa Bridges’ mark on your card.”
‘I remember seeing a tiny spoon drawn on the back of the card.’
He continued, “She sent you so that I can see what you can do. You have the spark, and I do too.”
“I have an artifact that tells me what your ability or abilities are. It is not a cheap tool, but it pays the rent. After we know what your abilities are, I will arrange an interview with a potential employer. Sound good?”
“Yes.”
He went on, “It is a given that you can find a job right away. There is no such thing as an unemployed mage. All I need is for you to sign a contract for me.”
He had one ready, scribbled my name on a line, and handed it to me with a pen.
I set it on his desk. “I’m only 14. Can I legally sign a contract?”
He said, “You didn’t look at it; it says you are legally not obligated in any way. This is a contract for your possible employer to sign.”
“Your signing your name is how I get paid. It only means you authorize them to pay me for my work here today. You pay me nothing; they pay me a finder’s fee.”
“When you show this to your employer, they are obligated to pay me that finder’s fee. You pay me nothing today or ever again. Unless you want to work somewhere else someday. My fee is $500, by the way. I get paid $500 from your future employer. It’s all on the contract.”
I thought, ‘$500 is an awful lot of money. It’s a good month’s pay for a grown man. He will work about an hour here.’
I said, “Do I have to sign it without knowing what I can do, or who the employer would be? That sounds a little sketchy to me. Maybe I would hate whatever it is I can do.”
“Good point, the cart before the horse and all that. Where has my mind gone today? Wait a minute while I pull my artifact out”
I thought, ‘Your mind disappeared down your receptionist’s throat from the smell of her and your office.’
He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a low drawer. He opened a wooden box. He set his hands on the box; it made a noise, and after a click, the lid raised. He pulled something out. It looked like a carved silver something-or-other. He set the silver thing nearer to me.
Inside was a square block on its bottom. The top parts were cut away to display a crouching gnome, but without a gnome’s hat.
Where a hat should have been was a sizable clear gem. It did not look like a diamond. It was something else, a dirty-looking gem of some sort.
He’d also pulled out a long chart. It had words along the left side, and color bars on the right. Each word or short phrase had its own color next to it.
He picked the gnome up and handed it to me. “Hold this.”
I took it.
He said an unintelligible word in an odd voice.
The gnome’s clear jewel started running through every color in the rainbow. Then it showed others I had not seen that were darker than the rainbow.
It slowed, stopped, and flashed a color briefly. Then it blinked and flashed another color. Finally it blinked a third time and flashed a third, final color before dimming.
He said, “OK, let’s run this one more time, just to be sure.
He grumbled or mumbled the same word again, and it went through the same three colors again.
He said, “It was the same. Sometimes I can’t catch the middle color; it goes kind of fast.”
He continued, “The first color is your magical rank and power level. There are three magic levels. You are already a novice class, which is the middle power level. You somehow went right past being a Recruit to the Novice level.”
He continued, “You have two talents. Right now, your best skill is as a Feaxist. You also show the ability to become a full Healer in a few years. To do that, you need to mature and practice your magic for a few more years. Time and exercise will strengthen your magic. Using your talent as a Feaxist will strengthen your healing abilities.
I asked, “What the Dickens is a Feaxist?”
“A Feaxist is an Esthetician Specialist, or an Esthetician Depilation Specialist. That’s what they call it in beauty salons.
Depilation Specialists are hair removal experts. Spas use different methods like shaving, depilatories, or waxing to remove hair. Waxing is a very painful method. Sadly, these methods are all only temporary. Florida is almost always hot in summer. It makes pubic and armpit hair quite uncomfortable. For us in the Southern provinces, it is almost a must.
“An esthetician depilation specialist gets the big bucks. You use magic to remove hair.
What you can do lasts at least 5 years. It may come back later. For most people, it is permanent. If it returns, it’s good for you; you get another fee for return visits. Believe me, they will return after any number of years of being hair-free for another visit.”
He went on, “You would work only at a very high-end beauty spa. Beauty salons do hair. Spas provide other services.”
“You, of course, remove hair from any places where people don’t want hair. Have you ever seen a Fanny that is bald and smooth as can be? You can do that! Let me tell you, it pays very, very well.”
“We only have one other Feaxist in the southern half of Florida; she works in Hollywood Beach, close to Miami. The other nearest Feaxist is in Tampa.”
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