“You don’t? Oh, good, well, you’re absolutely right. My own particular brand of magic requires a strong sexual contact to channel the relevant spirits.”
Claire was amazed. “Really? I wondered why you stuck a finger up my cunt. I thought magic was all just trickery!”
“Oh, well, a lot of it is and so is a lot my act. But I am also one of the very few true magicians. I wonder, Claire, whether I can trust you with my most intimate secrets?”
Claire, enthused by thought of finding out how magic really worked and flattered that he might confide in her, nodded her agreement. “Oh, yes, please!”
“OK, Claire. You do have a very trustworthy face. You see I’m on the lookout for an assistant and I think you would be perfect! Come, let’s go back to my office and we can discuss this further.”
Claire couldn’t believe her luck. She hadn’t got up today expecting to find a job and here was one just falling into her lap! And a brilliant one too!
“Oh, yes, please. Thank you much, Mr. Phellatio.”
“Please, call me Kevin,” he answered.
The Great Phellatio’s, or rather Kevin’s, ‘office’ was more of a large lock-up garage behind some council flats. It was full of props including various unusual cabinets which Claire assumed were used in magical stage-shows.
They sat down on two old chairs amongst the junk before Kevin leaned forward to take Claire’s hand in his own.
“Well, Claire. Thanks very much for coming back with me. I noticed you today in the audience because I could immediately sense your ethereal connection to the spirits. There’s something about you that’s fascinating.”
Claire’s eyes widened in excitement. “Really? Me?”
“Yes, Claire. And as soon as I touched you, I knew we would be working very closely together. I think the spirits would have it so. Which is why I think you would be a wonderful assistant for me.”
“Golly!” Claire gasped thrilled by the job offer and her own specialness. “So there really are spirits then?”
“Oh, yes,” Kevin said, pulling his chair close to hers and patting her thigh gently. “Most of the illusions you see me perform are just that — illusions – pure trickery and misdirection. However sometimes I perform true magic,” he added ominously.
“Gosh! How do you do that?” Claire asked.
“This is my most intimate secret, Claire. I have never told anyone this. Will you promise never to share this with anyone?” he said, his hands sliding up Claire’s skirt to the tops of her stockings.
Claire nodded solemnly. “I promise, Kevin. I will never tell anyone.”
Kevin paused in thought for a few seconds. “OK, Claire,” he eventually said. “My secret is that I can only commune with the spirits when I am sexually aroused. Somehow this expands my mental sphere and allows me to perform magic.”
Claire was flabbergasted. So that was how it was done! And that was why Kevin had played with her pussy and bum during the trick. She had lots more questions but Kevin went on.
“As perhaps you can tell, in the past I was much more than a children’s magician. I have played many glamorous venues such as Vegas and Croydon and astounded many audiences with my mysterious stage show with my first assistant, Nikki. Unfortunately you find me in somewhat diminished circumstances as I just haven’t been able to find another helper with whom I’ve been able to recreate that special connection. That is, until I met you,” he finished, staring into her eyes whilst he stroked her long firm thighs in a friendly manner.
Claire, blushing at his flattery, asked, “So, what happened to Nikki?”
“Ah, unfortunately she left me to go and work for an overblown stage psychic. Of course she came crawling back to me after a while but the spirits were betrayed and I wouldn’t have her back. And since then I’ve worked with a succession of namby-pamby wishy-washy girls none of whom have really understood me like you seem to.”
Claire, feeling a little light-headed at his intensity but thrilled at his flattery, said, “So what would I have to do?”
Smiling broadly, Kevin gave her thighs a last squeeze, before sitting back on his chair.
“A good magician’s assistant has several roles: to provide ornamentation or misdirection; to act as a living prop or to move them on stage. I would also need you to use your delectable body to provide me with occasional sexual stimulus, purely to help me channel the spirits, you understand.”
Before Claire could ask what ‘occasional sexual stimulus’ meant, he continued.
“And understand, Claire, the spirits exist! Although much of the work I do is just trickery, I am privileged to be able to do real magic if circumstances are right!”
Once more, Claire was intrigued. “Really!”
“Oh, yes, Claire. Just a minute ago you might have noticed me feeling the tops of your thighs. I did this so that I was aroused enough to access the spirit world to allow me to read your mind.”
Claire, excited beyond measure, breathed, “And what did you see?”
“Claire, I can tell that you’re uncertain how to proceed. You’re fascinated at the opportunity yet wary of doing something so unusual.”
Claire gasped at his accuracy.
He continued, “And I can also see that, although you may appear confident to others, inside you’re often unsure. Oh, and that you’re frustrated that people underestimate you and don’t trust you to be competent.”
“Oh my god!” Claire exclaimed. How could he know that? He’d only just met her. Unless of course, he really could read her mind!
“When can I start?” she said, clapping her hands in glee.
Kevin smiled at her once more. “Excellent! Before we finalise the arrangement, I’d just like to check a few anatomical details. Please can you take your dress off.”
“I’m sorry?” Claire said, surprised at such a forthright request.
“Oh, it’s just that I need to check whether your skin-tone matches some of my props such as this,” he answered, showing her two odd mechanical feet attached to a cabinet.
“What are those?” Claire asked incredulously.
“These are part of a fairly standard sawing-a-girl-in-half trick. The box jumper, sorry, my assistant squeezes up in this end of the cabinet. I saw through the middle here and we fool the audience into thinking you’ve been cut in half using these pretend feet which appear to wiggle, driven by electric motors. Simple really. I just want to make sure your skin-tone matches my original assistant’s.”