Or rather she sang a Mariah Carey song but in any case, for her, it was the blues.
She’d just lost yet another job. But at least this time it was in no way her fault.
She’d been working as a Magician’s Assistant to the Great Phellatio, also known as Kevin, and had been progressing rapidly from a visual prop to an inherent part of his of stage show. Except that he didn’t yet have a stage show so they had been performing at children’s parties but it had only been a matter of time.
Her relationship with Kevin had been complex and she hadn’t disclosed what she had been doing to her boyfriend, not really knowing how to explain. Kevin was a very special magician, one of only a very few numbers of true magicians who could do real magic by contacting the spirits.
Unfortunately he was only able to converse with them when he was sexually aroused and part of Claire’s role had been to regularly suck his cock, whilst simultaneously practising her sword-swallowing skills. She had also been warned by the ghost of one of her former acquaintances that Kevin has managed to channel for her that she would had to have sex with him and two of his magician friends, Eddie and Gustav, as much as possible or face dire consequences.
She hadn’t really known what ‘dire consequences’ meant but she was highly superstitious and hadn’t wanted to take a chance and so she found herself having frequent orgies with the three of them.
Of course she couldn’t really explain any of this to her long-term boyfriend, Danny, because he was rather narrow-minded when it came to the supernatural, being more of a rationalist himself. She also thought he might be somewhat displeased at some of the specific details of her responsibilities. So she hadn’t even told him about the job, a good thing as it turned out because she was now no longer employed.
She had been due to meet Kevin at his lockup garage but he’d failed to turn up and had stopped answering his mobile. She’d eventually made contact with his fellow magician, Eddie, one of those with whom she was beholden to have sex to avoid her spiritually augured fate. While being roughly fucked from behind, she’d learnt that Kevin and Gustav had violated Magic Circle rules and were being hunted by their inquisitorial arm, the Vigilante Illusionists, for crimes against magic, specifically for Immoral Magical Exploitation of a Layperson, not that she was clear what this meant.
After Eddie had finished off spectacularly in her hot pouty mouth, he explained they’d both had to leave the country and so she’d lost her job! When she’d asked how she was supposed to have sex with them if they’d disappeared, Eddie had reassured her that when he had last spoken to the spirits they’d confirmed that heaving regular sex with him would be enough to keep her safe. She left, having made a date to see him in a couple of weeks, after he had come back from a family holiday.
Which was why she was now in a karaoke bar with her gorgeous friend, Bianca. She’d wanted to go out and get drunk to drown her sorrows and they’d ended up here after a succession of clubs and a series of attempted chat-ups.
“# Somedaaaaaayyyyyy…” she finished with a huge flourish and powerful final note.
There was applause from across the bar, at least from the group of men who had gathered closely around her as she’d sung. She noticed some of them taking their fingers out of her ears as she ended her song. The speakers were very loud so she wasn’t surprised.
In any case, as she staggered back to Bianca, she was congratulated by her male fans with squeezes of her fine arse, hands sliding up her thighs to cup her pussy and some general breast-groping. She batted off their wandering hands, reminding herself for the tenth time that evening that she really shouldn’t have warn such a short red minidress, cut low across her expansive freckled bosom and only down to mid-thigh, exposing her stocking tops as she walked. In her early twenties, with a tall curvaceous leggy figure and striking auburn hair, she always seemed to get more than her fair share of male attention.
Her green eyes looked blearily for her companion at the back of the club, finally realising that Bianca was sitting between two well-dressed Arab men, who were fondling her fat brown boobs through her yellow top.
Bianca looked up unconcernedly, to greet her friend. “Hi, Claire. Look who I met! Two of my favourite clients visiting from the Emirates. I’ve promised to go back to their hotel with them. Do you fancy coming? There’s a couple of grand in it for you,” she offered.
Claire frowned disapprovingly. Bianca worked as a glamour model and occasional upmarket prostitute, using her stunning curvy body, intelligent brown eyes and smooth dusky complexion to make money. Claire found the whole idea of selling one’s body for sex utterly repulsive and couldn’t really understand how Bianca could do it.
Still, she was an adult and if she wanted to make a living servicing ugly rich men then it was up to her. Claire herself would never stoop to such debased activity; she was proud of her faithfulness to her boyfriend.
“No, I’m going to go home, just after I get another drink,” she slurred turning to the bar.
Within a few feet she walked into an older man with dark glasses and unusually dark hair, possibly a wig. He was wearing a white jersey over his middle aged paunch, black trousers and a thick necklace.
“Hi, babe,” he said, taking Claire’s hand. “I had to talk to you. Your singing is, um, amazing,” he smiled, leaning in close to her. His accent was a bizarre mid-Atlantic fusion.
“Oh, thank you!” Claire gushed happily.
“In fact I haven’t seen such an extraordinary rendition of a Mariah track since, well, since I was recording with Mariah a few years back,” he said smoothly.
“Wow! You know Mariah Carey? That’s amazing! How come?” she asked excitedly, her drink forgotten as he led her to a booth against the back wall of the bar.
“Darling, my name is Frankie Fame. Yes, that’s right, THE Frankie Fame. I’ve been an impresario for years. Not only did I discover Mariah, I produced the 14th Whitney album and I’ve just signed Suki Doyle from Britain’s Got Talent,” he pronounced, pulling her down to sit next to him.
“Oh my god! Really! Wow, I’m so pleased to meet you. And you liked my singing?” Claire gushed. She didn’t want to admit that she hadn’t actually heard of him but she was highly impressed by his collaborators.