“Oh, I see,” Claire nodded, impressed at the ingenuity of the illusion.
“So, would you mind just taking off your dress so I can check you out. Feel free to leave your boots on.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Claire said, reaching behind to unzip her red dress and allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her lush pale figure. She was wearing a fancy black half-cup bra and high cut black briefs to match her hold-ups.
“Oh, wow,” Kevin murmured before clearing his throat. “I mean, yes, you do seem to match well. I might need a closer look though,” he continued leaning near to her body to examine her full breasts carefully.
After a few moments of diligent scrutiny, Claire nervously asked, “Will I do? I can always use some make-up if I need to.”
“Er, no, I can safely say your body is more than suitable to be my assistant,” Kevin replied with a smile.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Claire laughed, giving him a big hug and causing him to groan as he reached around to squeeze her virtually bare bottom.
“In fact, I have an idea. Why don’t you try on some of Nikki’s old costumes — just to see if we need to source any others. You’re taller than her and a little fuller in the bust but I think you might manage to squeeze into some of them,” he suggested.
“Erm, OK. Why not?” Claire replied uncertainly, hoping that they would be clean.
Which is how she found herself only a few minutes later dressed in nothing more than a virtually transparent pale blue bikini with her stockings and boots. Kevin had gallantly turned his back while she had dressed but he should hardly have bothered, she thought. After all, she might as well have been naked.
“Are you sure, your assistant wore this? Isn’t it a bit, er, revealing?” she complained, her hands on her graceful hips.
Kevin, who seemed to staring at her stiff red nipples practically poking through the slightly too small bra in the cold garage, managed to tear himself away from the sight of her almost fully visible bosom.
“What? Oh, um, yes. After all it’s a stage costume. Nothing more,” he answered unsteadily before continuing more confidently.
“Well, anyway the outfit certainly suits you. While you get used to it, why don’t you show me how flexible you are. After all, I’ll need you to squeeze into some cramped spaces and although you’re slender, you’re also tall. Can you touch your toes?”
Claire, who took great pride in keeping herself fit and healthy, smiled before bending elegantly at the hips and sweeping her fingers down to her toes, keeping her long magnificent legs straight. “How about that?” she gasped.
Kevin wandered around to her rear, making her uncomfortably aware that her pussy lips would be plumply exposed to his inspection through the transparent blue material of her bikini pants.
“Oh, yes, that’s absolutely amazing,” Kevin said standing behind her.
“Oh, good,” Claire said brightly, standing to face him.
“No what other talents do you possess?” Kevin asked her, his eyes occasionally falling to her chest.
“Um, er, I don’t know,” Claire replied lamely.
“Well can you juggle?”
“No.”
“Do acrobatics?”
“No.”
“Tell jokes? Do card tricks? Swallow swords?”
“No! No! And No! I mean yes! Oh!” Claire halted in embarrassment.
“What do you mean? You can swallow swords? Really?” Kevin asked.
“No, not really. I just meant that I can, you know, swallow, er…”
“Sorry, Claire, I don’t understand. Please finish.”
“I can, well, I can deepthroat!” Claire managed to say, her face flushed.
Kevin let out a peculiar moan. “Ohhh. I see. Well actually, that’s how a lot of the top female sword swallowing acts start out. It’s a really safe way of practicing before progressing to the much more dangerous blades. Er, why don’t you show me?
Kevin added his request so casually that Claire almost missed it. Had he really just asked her to deepthroat him? She looked at him incredulously.
“Well, you’ll need to add something extra to the act. Show me what you can do,” he requested sitting down in a chair and nodding to his crotch.
Claire thought about his demand. She supposed that if all she were to do was to show that she could deepthroat without letting him climax then it would be OK. She was determined to remain professional.
“Ok,” she nodded before kneeling down between his legs.
“Really?” Kevin asked. “I mean, um, yes, go on, show me your best technique and I’ll judge to see if you’re good enough to continue this line of pursuit.
Claire, eyeing his bulging crotch suspiciously, nevertheless unzipped him and pulled out his already hard cock which was pale and thin but of considerable length. It definitely wouldn’t be easy to get it all the way down.
Breathing heavily, Kevin stared down at her with his dark eyes. “I suggest you lubricate it first with your tongue.”
Obediently, Claire began licking him up and down, before briefly sucking his glans. She swiped her tongue around it wetly. He smelt and tasted faintly spicy, like a joss stick. All in all this wasn’t as unpleasant as she had feared. He was moaning faintly in time to her heavy licking.
Although, Claire was an experienced giver of head, she didn’t always deepthroat even though she was perfectly able to do so. However, her first attempt at swallowing his rod, ended up with her retching and coughing as she almost immediately triggered her gag reflex before she’d got even two-thirds of the way down.
Recovering quickly, she determined to do it properly next time. She had to show she had the talent to be part of the act! She took a deep breath, flicked her tongue over his knob, causing him to groan, before she smoothly slid her pursed red lips down his long pale shaft until she felt him at the back of her mouth. With a quick push she forced him into her throat so that her lips were pressed against his balls. She’d done it!
As a flourish, she even stuck her tongue out under his cock and flicked his scrotum, just to show that she could. He moaned loudly in pleasure.
Slightly alarmed at how excited he seemed she pulled back, his cock popping from her mouth wetly.
She coughed a bit before smiling up at him. “See! I can do it!”
“Oh, god, yes you can. But I think you should do it just the once more, just to show it wasn’t luck.”
Claire raised an eyebrow at his challenge but knelt forward again to kiss the tip of his penis. This time Kevin helped her by grabbing her long red hair and forcing her head down.
Despite his intervention, Claire stayed cool and opened her throat until he was buried balls-deep in her mouth once more. However when she tried to pull back to breathe, he held her head down, rocking himself in and out her tight throat.
Luckily, if that was the right term, it was only a few seconds before Claire could feel him ejaculating copiously down her throat, while she moaned her displeasure around him.
Eventually he let her go, allowing her to fall back, gasping in air at last.
Before Claire could express her fury, Kevin apologised. “Oh, Claire, I’m so sorry. I could feel myself about to go and I knew that if I pulled back I’d come over your face. I just thought that would be rude and so I finished off down your throat. I have to say you have a remarkable talent. With some more practise, I think you could become a great sword swallower.”
Slightly, fazed by his apology and his compliment, Claire forgot her anger and instead whimpered, “Er, thank you.”
“No, thank you. I’m embarrassed that I lost self control. You do have delightful oral technique.”
Claire blushed at this unusual praise.
Kevin continued, “Er, if it’s not too rude, would you mind just licking me clean, Claire?”