Magician's Assistant
written by:
MSaintC

Greetings, dear reader. A friend of mine, an amateur writer like myself, recently proposed a challenge. She and I had traded erotic fiction in the past, and she's a big fan of this site. (I don't know if she submits stories here or not.) She challenged me to write one story for each category. The conditions were that I could not use the same characters/scenarios more than twice, and each story had to be a complete work in it's own right. So I hope you enjoy them. Feedback is always welcome, public or private (and hopefully positive ^.^)

This is my 15Th submission. I hope you enjoy it. A little esoteric.

Challenge #15: Hypnosis/Mind Control

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I'm just an everyday guy, really. My name is Jason Tatem, and I have the unfortunate blessing of not only having an oddly similar name, but I have a pretty decent resemblance to actor Channing Tatum. You might think that's a great thing, but honestly, it doesn't give me anything except headaches and a lack of trust in some people. Other than that, well I'm nobody special. I'm 6'3", a solid 210 and that comes from working my butt off in the gym to stay in shape.

The plan was to play pro football. I did all the stuff kids do, started in pee-wee league then a junior league all the way up to high school. Wasn't difficult to do in rural Ohio, under the shadow of Ohio State. I played Wide Receiver and Free Safety, and was scouted by several colleges at both positions. I eventually chose to go to the University of Ohio, majoring in education, using that as my back up plan to be a gym teacher or athletic director somewhere. Well, the dream came true...

I was drafted.

And then it fell apart. Drafted in the fourth round by the Seahawks was good enough for me, playing mostly on special teams and occasionally on offense, I built a reputation with the team as a solid player who did everything he could to help the team move forward, and after two years of playing in the shadows it looked like my time had arrived. Third year, which was actually my contract year, opened up with me fighting for the third receiver spot. I played my heart out, and actually won the job, only to suffer a terrible ACL tear in the third week, putting me on injured reserve. My contract was not renewed, and I found myself as a free agent, which with an alleged bad knee seemed an inexorable spiral into nothing. I played the next year in Kansas City, but it was a one year deal, and even though I played as hard as I could, they couldn't find a place for me on the team, so they let me go. After that, I knew I couldn't wait forever, so at 26 I retired from professional football. I moped for a bit, then got a job at Chris T. Winslow High School, in a suburb of Cleveland, as a P.E. teacher and assistant football coach. Things went pretty good after that.

Three years went by.

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"Hey, Mr. Tatem, can I ask you a question?"

I looked up to see Suzy, one of the girls in my last class of the day, at my door. My last class was juniors, so that put her at about 16 or 17, but I refuse to think of any of my students as sexual conquests. I'm a professional, after all. The relevant part is that Suzy was filling out nicely, and was a beauty for her age. But, unlike most of other girls her age, she was very demure. You would not believe how many students I get coming onto me because they think Channing Tatum is really my brother.

"Sure, Suzy. What's up?"

"I was just wondering. My sister is in a bit of a bind, and she asked me if I knew any good guys. You're the best guy I know really.. so I was wondering if I could tell her to come see you."

She was standing there, biting her lip in hesitation. That made me wonder a little about what she was really trying to ask, or perhaps there was something she wanted to tell me but didn't feel comfortable about it. Either way, I mean what kind of harm could come of it?

"Sure. Tell her to stop by whenever."

"OK. Thanks, Mr. T."

She was gone. The whole Mr. T. thing kind of makes me groan a little on the inside, but it's something I can live with. Going on three dates with a girl, only to have her ask if I can introduce her to my brother, Channing, then not returning my calls when they find out I was an only child, is something that wears on you fast. I suppose that's what makes me take more hesitation in certain aspects of my life, but eh, what can you do? I wasn't expecting a storybook ending with all this, so I put it out of my mind and went on as normal.

====================Two days later

"Mr. Tatem?"

I looked up. Thankfully, I had a dorito in my mouth, otherwise my jaw would have been on the floor. The woman standing in the doorway was stunning, from head to toe. She wasn't overly tall, maybe 5'3" or so, and looked to be barely a hundred pounds. Her legs were long, and lean covered by a skirt that came down to a shade above her knees, revealing only a glimpse of her thighs. She was wearing a white blouse that looked professional, as well as quite tight from the effort of having to contain her breasts. They seemed full and proud, standing firm on her chest, the perfect shape almost bordering on the realm of being obviously implanted. Her face was flawless, model beautiful with perfect features. Her hair was raven black, cut long, a few inches past shoulder length. Her skin was a beautiful tan color, natural, like those of Italian descent, just a shade darker than Suzy herself, if this was in fact the sister.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

"Carter. And call me Shana, please."

"OK, Shana. What can I do for you?" Carter was Suzy's surname as well, so this must be the sister. Man, some families have all the genetics. Holy crap.

"I'm an entertainer." My mind immediately went to stripper or porn actress, and she must know that from experience because she continued at a rapid clip. "A magician and hypnotist. I do plenty of parties and weddings and the like. Most of the time I'm assisted by my sister."

"Suzy?"

"Yes. But every now and then, maybe twice a month or so, I'm asked to do a bachelorette party. I don't do bachelor parties because more often than not I end up being nearly molested, but women seem to have a bit more restraint.. No offense."

"None taken. I don't blame you in the slightest."

This brought an enchanting smile to her lips. "Well, when one of those chances comes along, I like to have a male assistant. A bunch of intoxicated women aren't much interested in magic tricks so I have a little fun, teasing them with a hot hunky guy. Usually under hypnosis. And well, I guess what I'm trying to get at is I need a new assistant for a show I have this Saturday. I was wondering if you'd be interested. There's a full buffet and free drinks after our performance, as well as a hundred dollars for your help."

"Hmm. What exactly will I be doing?" I asked. I was stalling for time, trying to keep from saying yes right away. Maybe it was the loneliness, but the idea of being near this vision of loveliness was almost too good to pass up.

"Well, mainly just being my assistant, like you see in any other magic show. Hand me things, standard Ta-Da type stuff. That's required. The rest is.. well optional."

"Like?"

"Well, if you're willing, I could put you under hypnosis. Then the ladies at the party could suggest stuff to do to you. I won't let it get too graphic for you, maybe dancing in your underwear will be as bad as it gets. Once a woman demanded to have whipped cream licked off her nipples, but for the most part they behave themselves. I don't allow my shows to be recorded at all, so there's no chance of anyone seeing it on the Internet or anything. It's really up to you and how much you'll allow."

I thought about it a moment. Honestly, what was the worst that could happen? A bunch of women, most of whom would be married or in long term relationships, watched me act like an idiot without knowing it. I wouldn't even remember what happened, so what's to be embarrassed about? Besides, it might be fun, and who knows, some of the ladies, present company included, may in fact be single. I nodded.

"Alright. I'll do it."

Her smile brightened further. "Thank you. I'll see you at the Parmella Club at around 5 ish, to get everything set up. Is that alright?"

"Yes. I'll be there."

=====================Saturday

The Parmella club is a simple place. It used to be like a members only place way back when, for the hip and the cool, but that faded away with time. Now it was just a restaurant and bar, with an open hall for events. I met Shana there, and to say she blew me away again would be an understatement. She was wearing some kind of leotard, a tight black spandex that covered her body, though even the forgiving material had a tough time with her bust. Over that was a white dress shirt, buttoned up, and an old style dinner jacket with little flaps trailing behind her. Her legs were bare save fishnet stockings and black heels. If you've ever seen the DC Comics character, Zatanna, you'd have a pretty good idea of what I'm talking about. She looked hot, super hot, we'll leave it at that.

We went over the routine twice, the normal every day tricks she had planned. There weren't that many. The main part, and we both knew it, would be the hypnosis. She had me sit down, and tried some light hypnosis, to discover if I was susceptible to it, and it turned out that I was, so everything seemed OK on that front. The party was what she called a "second chance party". Basically, the bride to be was getting married for the second time, so the party would be a little older, in their 30s and 40s. So they might be a little wild, women taking bolder risks with their lives, encouraged by the fact that none save them and us would ever know what went on this night.. I prepared myself for the worst, but I had no idea what would go on.

---Later---

"Well, ladies.. it's come to the portion of the program where, we play God for a bit and make someone our unwilling puppet." It did not escape my notice that she looked at me when she said that, I also noted her sly grin. "What do you think, girls?"

The chorus of cheers from the twenty or so women. They ranged from about 25 to 40, or so they looked, you can never really tell. They ranged from rail thin to a few extra pounds, from blond to one with grey hair, from lil bitty boobs to big hefty breasts. I won't go into detail about all of them, but there are 3 who matter that I will get to later. I took my place in the chair and Shana began her spiel. It wasn't as much of the "you are getting sleepy" nonsense as I'd figure, but gentle commands telling me to relax and clear my mind. I focused on listening only to her voice, ignoring the occasional comment from the crowd, and soon I felt like I was drifting off into sleep against my will. Then, it seemed like I was outside myself, watching this whole scenario play out. I became an unseen presence in the room, just observing the way things progressed. She started to give her suggestive commands.

"Jason, when I speak aloud you will do what I say, when I say it. Are we understood?"

"Yes" Was my automated reply.

"Jason, when I whisper into your ear, you will not do what I say until I snap my fingers. Are we understood?"

"Yes."

"OK." She said, turning her attention back to the waiting crowd. "Who wants to make Jason here do something silly?"

There was a chorus of voices shouting everything from strip naked to jerk off on Shana's tits. Shana ignored most of them, making her way to the crowd and standing in front of one lady in particular. The lady was in her thirties, with blond hair in a ponytail. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't super skinny. She was on the short side, maybe five foot even, with long legs and full C cup breasts. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that said something about cocks, meaning chickens really but the sexual innuendo was quite evident. Shana pulled her up to her feet and then lead her on stage.

"What do you think we should do, Mary?"

"Make him take something off!" Was her excited reply as she bounced excitedly on stage.

"Interesting idea." Shane walked around Mary, and leaned down. I heard her whisper in my ear. "Jason, take out your cock."

My jaw would have dropped, had it been able, but in my out of body state I could do little to stop it. Shana walked back around to where Mary waited expectantly. Then she drew her hand back and gave her one hard slap on the ass. Mary offered a short yelp, and then nothing, she just stood there waiting. Shana addressed the crowd.

"What you've seen here is called triggered hypnosis. She had a subtle suggestion implanted into her psyche that said when she was spanked, she would go into the trance state. I've done this with a few of you, though you'd never know it. Now we're going to get to the good parts of the show. The parts you hired me for."

Cheers erupted from the crowd. I think perhaps they knew something I didn't. One woman in a sundress stood up and pulled down her panties before sitting back down. I watched this, but at the time I was too stunned to register any significance.

"Who wants to watch this hot bitch suck some cock!?" Shana asked the crowd and most of the hands shot up in the air. "Ooooo that's a lot of you. Who wants to watch him cum in her mouth?"

Most of the hands remained in the air. Shana nodded, then snapped her fingers. My body, still sitting in the chair, unzipped my pants and freed my cock from its confines, executing the whispered command at the time of the signal. It isn't massive by any means, but it's a solid seven and a half inches, with a good thickness. I was pretty thankful that it wasn't embarrassing for me, though even as I thought that, I felt immediately stupid that it was the worst of my problems.

"Mary Wilson..." Shana said, turning Mary to face my body. "Please suck this man's dick."

Mary dropped to her knees without a word, taking my semi erect member in her soft hands, the tender caresses causing it to harden further. Her small mouth opened and she took the head into her mouth, gently sucking it, then taking some more flesh into her throat. She was a very gentle and loving sucker, and even though I was outside my body, I could feel the shivers from the loving mouth, though I couldn't do much about it. Several women in the crowd, starting with the woman in the sundress, were masturbating. Even Shana idly caressed one of her breasts with a hand as she watched. Shana walked around Mary, who was contentedly sucking away at my cock, and leaned down to whisper into my ear.

"Jason, cum." Then she retreated back to place. It didn't really register what she meant right away. A few more minutes passed, Mary sucking me off, other women masturbating a storm. One woman in the crowd even had a small purse vibrator and was delightedly fucking herself with it. "Mary Wilson, please deep throat as much as you can."

Mary went down my entire length, an impressive feat, and the crowd showed their appreciation. I was impressed too, then Shana snapped her fingers and what I was thinking was cut off by a bursting orgasm, the cum rocketing from my cock and splashing the back of Marys throat. My body grunted heavily, and my head fell back, even my outside self was weak kneed for a time.

"Mary Wilson, please get up, and don't swallow."

Mary stood up, her mouth sliding off my cock. She assumed her statue position as Shana took a moist towelette from her things and cleaned my cock tenderly. I saw her look into my face, with a smile, a genuine pleasant smile. I wanted to be angry, wanted to scream at yell at being violated like this, but that smile.. all the anger just drained away as I looked at it. Shana left my cock exposed, but quickly placed a condom on it, a sheer one that couldn't be seen from a distance, then faced the crowd.

"The trigger for slipping out of the trance state, is a hard pinch of the nipple. Question is, should I make her swallow before I bring her out, or let her come to her senses with a big mouthful of cum?"

The crowd loudly showed their favor to the surprise cum, and Shana nodded as if she expected it. Then she reached out, grabbing Mary's nipple, clearly visible through her t-shirt, and pinched it hard. Mary shook her head once, regaining her thought, and then doubled over, holding a hand to her mouth. Instinct took over, and she swallowed reflexively. Then stood back up.

"So, what did that taste like?" Shana asked.

Mary looked thoughtful, recovering from the surprise rather quickly. "Pretty good, actually, little salty. What was it?"

"Man cum." Shana said flatly.

Mary's eyes widened in shock, and she turned to stare at the magician. "S...s..s...seriously?"

"Yep. You just sucked off my assistant, and let him blow his load in your mouth. How do you feel?"

"Uhh.. actually, I feel pretty good. Fucking horny though."

"Understandable. Sit back down and have a good finger session, everyone else seems to be. Bet you're gonna be more inclined to suck dick now, eh?"

"Hell fuckin yea!" Mary said as she stepped off the stage. This brought a laugh from the audience, most of whom slowed their masturbation down, teasing themselves to save energy for the next "trick".

"Hmm. Speaking of masturbating.." Shana stepped down off the stage and into the third row. "Someone's not having as much fun as the rest of us."

The woman she was speaking to was a short mousy brunette, wearing a lime green tank top and khaki shorts. Her legs were crossed demurely, but she had stared hard at the whole scene that played out. She avoided looking at Shana, pretending to be uninterested, but her modest B cups had nipples straining to be free and that betrayed her intentions.

"Stand up, babe. I don't bite." Shana said.

"S..s..sorry, I just.." She stood, her short brown hair indicating she was trembling slightly.

"Poor thing." Shana touched the side of her face, caressing it. "Would you like to be a part of the show?"

"N..no.. I couldn't..!" Her eyes were terror stricken and she started to turn away. This exposed her perky backside, and Shana slapped it hard. Suddenly the terror ebbed away, and she became a muted statue.

"Sorry, dearie. Can't take no for an answer here." Shana led her up on stage. Once there, she turned her to face me. "Jane Palmer, please remove your shorts and your panties."

Jane did so, stripping off her bottoms. Shane stood behind her, reaching around and finding her hand delve in between the woman's slim thighs. She played with her slit for a few seconds, then held up a finger, showing off the wetness. The crowd giggled as a whole.

"Seems like someone doesn't want to admit when they're excited." This brought a laugh, and Shana stepped over to me quickly, whispering to me. "Jason, pull Jane down onto your cock and fuck her pussy." Then back to Jane. "Jane Palmer, please stand as close to this man as you can, and finger fuck your pussy, showing him."

Jane moved forward, one of her legs on either side of me. She got closer than I thought possible, her warm wet cunt just inches from my face. She started to rub her slit in front of me, then without warning two fingers slipped deep inside her sopping hole. Her expression didn't change, but her chest heaved with deep pleasure breaths, and droplets of her wetness were slowly sliding down her leg. The women in the crowd resumed their furious masturbation. One woman was even on her knees, orally pleasuring another. I noticed Shana's nipples were so hard they were starting to show through her shirt, even though it was a second layer. I saw my face, staring mutely at the inviting pussy in front of it, and then, Shana snapped her fingers. I watched myself reach out, and gently lower Jane down, my cock sliding easily into her tight wet hole. I started to bounce her on my lap, my cock driving deep into her cunt. Her pussy accepted me eagerly, taking each inch without much effort. Normally, I'd of wondered how a demure girl like this would have such an experienced twat, but I was too busy feeling the wet hole suck in my cock like a starving man. My body on it's own accord bounced her up and down, ramming my rod deep into her folds. The flesh slapping together made clapping sounds, accompanied by squishing noises because of the wet sticky fluid dripping from her pussy. I felt the surge of wetness as she came, then again, and again, and again. Four times she came in rapid succession. I felt myself getting close, but no cum order came from Shana, and since I wasn't in control of my motor functions, release didn't seem to be near without it. So I suffered in wait.

"Jason, stop now." Shana commanded aloud, and my arms left Jane's body. Without my arms to hold her down, Jane stood back up, and continued masturbating before me. Her thighs were soaked with her cum, dripping into a puddle on the floor. Shana reached out, and grabbed into Jane's exposed nipple, pinching it hard to bring her back to reality. "Welcome back princess."

Jane let out a yelp and fell back, landing on her butt. No-one in the crowd laughed at her misfortune, as funny as it may have been, instead they continued pleasuring themselves and each other. Jane looked about, seeing understanding looks all around, and managed to stand up without fleeing from the seen in a terrified embarrassment.

"Have fun, dear?" Shana asked.

"I feel.. spent.." Jane said meekly.

"You should be, you came four times while he was fucking you."

"He.. he fucked me?" Jane asked, her eyes darting between Shana and Me.

"Yes. You loved every second of it too."

Jane suddenly rushed forward, clinging to Shana and burying her face in Shana's ample chest. She was shuddering, and her eyes were misted. "Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you. It's been.. been so long since I've been fucked.. I've been so embarrassed."

Shana held the trembling girl close. "You're welcome. Don't be afraid to get fucked more often honey. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Go have a seat and enjoy the rest of the show."

Jane released her iron grip on Shana, and nodded slowly, then make her way on wobbly legs down off the stage and back to her seat. Each woman on the way back had an encouraging word or a friendly touch. Shana leaned towards me.

"Almost done." Then she turned back to the crowd, a grin on her face. "Earlier, I met a real bad bitch with some fucking big ass tits. Where's she at?"

A woman in the crowd waved her arms in the air excitedly. She was a little on the heavier side, but not much. Her hair was brown, cut in layers that frame her rather pretty face. She was dressed in a brown cardigan sweater and plaid skirt that reached almost to the floor. She had some extra weight on her, most of it in her huge tits that took up most of the room in between her seat and the one in front of her. Shana motioned for her to come on stage, and she sprinted the short distance, her big breasts jiggling mightily with the effort.

"Well hello there." Shana said, one hand cupping a huge breast. "How big are these babies?"

"44 Double F." She said, proudly. "You've got some big ones there too."

"Eh, they pay the bills." Shana said, and everyone had a laugh, which distracted the woman on stage enough for Shana to give her a spank on the backside, once again slipping her into the statue state. "Tammy Ference, please take your shirt off. Show these ladies what some big tits look like."

Tammy pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts were in fact, massive, and sagged under their own weight. Shana reached over, and hefted one up, her face an expression of surprise at the weight of the mammary. She let go of the breast, then turned Tammy to face me. Shana walked to me, removed the condom and placed it into the trash, then leaned in close and whispered the cum order into my ear again.

"Tammy Ference, please stand in front of this man." Tammy moved obediently, breasts swaying as she walked. They were inches from my face, with huge silver dollar nipples. "Tammy Ference, please kneel down and tit-fuck his cock."

The woman knelt before me, putting either of her hefty breasts on my thighs, my cock sliding effortlessly between them, lost in the valley of flesh. Her tits felt heavy and full on my legs, a sensation that I felt even in my out of body state. She started bouncing the fun bags up and down, the inner skin caressing my cock softly. The cheers echoed from the members of the audience and one woman yelled out loudly that she was cumming, and that caused even more of a stir. Everyone turned to see her, legs spread wide as she squirted her cum all over the floor. Another woman darted from the next row, eagerly trying to get a taste, dropping to her knees and burying her face between the other woman's thighs. That brought more excited cheers from the onlookers. Even Shana looked amused, idly touching her hard nipples, now poking out more prominently. Shana turned from the audience, and knelt behind Tammy, reaching her hand down and pulling up the woman's skirt.

"Oh my." Shana said as she slipped her hand into Tammy's panties, rubbing her moist lips before nimbly sliding two fingers inside. I have to admit, that if my dick could get any harder watching this beautiful creature so non-chalantly finger fuck this other woman, it would. "Wet as a bath and tight to boot. Mmm.. mmm.. mmmmm..."

Shana reached around, finding the front of one of Tammy's tits and pinching the nipple. Tammy snapped out of her trance, momentarily stopping. Then she realized Shana's fingers were inside her, and her boobs were wrapped around my cock. She looked over her shoulder into Shana's face as her hands resumed their motions. Her eyes were semi closed, her lips slightly parted and Shana took that as an invitation and the two began a long kiss. Shana's fingers, a third now involved, continued their assault into Tammy's pussy, and Tammy responded with a low moan in her throat. The time passed slowly, the crowd in a frenzy of masturbation and lesbian sex, Shana and Tammy having their fun, and little old me with my cock buried between the biggest set of tits I've ever seen, let alone fucked. Finally, the pleasure got to Tammy and she fell back. Shana caught her, holding her with one arm as the other pleasured her folds. Tammy cried out, her own hands caressing her tits and pinching her stiff nipples hard.

"Mmmmmmm.. fucking cumming.. yea baby.. fuck it.. I'm cumminggggggg...." She yelled, causing another round of cheers. Her sentiment was echoed by many of the women in the room.

"Oh, you cum.. you cum hard.." Shana said.

Chaos seemed to begin. Women all around were moaning in the throes of orgasm. Some were squirting their sex liquid onto the floor, others just convulsing quietly, still others who had already finished helping others along with both hand and mouth alike. Minutes passed as I watched this play out from my hidden vantage point, I felt a strong desire in my body. I wanted release, but I couldn't get it like this, looking on from outside my body, so I just stood there (figuratively) in torturous agony as I watched it all. This was apparently the climax of the show, literally and figuratively. The women started to recover from their orgasmic bliss. Those who took off clothes put them back on, some even had moist towelettes or other cloth to clean up after themselves. Each one in turn came up to the stage on their way out, thanking Shana for a great show, and she in return thanked them for having her. To my surprise, some even mentioned previous experiences with her, like they'd attended more than one show. Shana was cleaning up her magician gear as they exited, and soon she was finished, and we were alone.

"What am I going to do with you.." She mused to herself, looking at me.

I didn't know how I felt. I had been violated in a way, put under hypnosis then had strange women do things to my cock, without my consent. It was mixed feelings, really. It wasn't like they asked permission, but then again, would I have really denied it if they had? I should be furious at the intrusion on my personal space, but I was finding it difficult. My thought process was distracted by a sudden feeling of pleasure coursing through me, and I looked over to see Shana on her knees, her mouth sliding down my aching cock. All thoughts of embarrassment or anger left me, and suddenly I was wishing I wasn't under her spell. She took me deep into her warm, wet mouth, and then snapped her fingers. All the sensations rushed me at once, and if I wasn't distended from my physical body, it probably would have knocked me over. Even as I was, I felt light headed and drained, but oh.. was it amazing to feel the release flow from me, and I shot my load into her waiting mouth. It felt like I came for an eternity, but it was probably only 45 seconds or so, which for me was most likely a long time. I watched myself grunt and shudder, and she just held my aching cock as I filled her mouth with seed. I finished, and she pulled away from me, her head tilting back and her throat contracting as she swallowed. Her hands touched her nipples again, very lightly, as if she was afraid she would damage them, or she was saving the real pleasure for later. Then she used another towelette to clean me again, and gently pushed my cock back into my pants.

"Jason, when I clap my hands, you will come out of the trance" She said, leaning in close, and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Then she clapped her hands once.

I can't really describe the sensation, it was like falling, like the pull of gravity dragging you down and there's nothing you can do about it. Yet, I felt light rather than heavy. It was also slightly disorienting, but soon enough I was back in my body, and could feel all of my limbs again. I felt the same kind of drain on me that I had outside, but this was accompanied by a tired satisfied feeling, like I'd just cum. Which, I just did, so it was pretty much to be expected. Shana had taken a step back, and was looking at me, a smile on her pretty face.

"Welcome back." She said.

"Hey..." Was all I could say. How should I proceed? Do I tell her I know what went down? I still wasn't sure how I felt about it, so I wasn't sure how to bring it up yet. I needed time, and since she said there was drinks and food after the show, I figured I'd get it, so I chose to stay silent for now. "Wow.. must've had me all over the place.. I'm winded."

"Yea, you did a lot of dancing. This crowd seemed pretty mild actually. Like children in a way. Make him act like a chicken, or a donkey. Silly things." She lied effortlessly, as though she had practice at it. Had I not seen everything, I would have no idea at all.

"Well, dodged that bullet I guess." I gave a hearty laugh, hoping I sounded genuine enough, and she didn't bat an eyelash so I think I got away with faking it.

"Well, maybe you can do this again sometime." She said, smiling broadly at me. "But we'll worry about that later, let's get this stuff in my jeep and go enjoy the party."

We carried her show equipment out to her car, and once it was all packed, headed back in for food and refreshments.

---Later still---

The night carried on with a good buffet, plenty of drinks to be had, and pretty good company. The caterer was a local pizza restaurant, so everything was either a pizza, a calzone or some other kind of pasta, all of which was very good. Everyone had their fill and we settled down to drink ourselves silly while a DJ spun a great mix of classic and new music to dance to. I found the women in the party to be open and friendly, and though I kept my eyes and ears open, not one of them mentioned anything about all the sex going on during the show. The more time passed, the more I felt at ease and the less I was inclined to bring the subject up. These were nice people, who had a chance to cut loose tonight, and did. Afterwards they made us, me especially, feel like I'd known them forever. Think what you want of me, but I couldn't find it in my heart to hold it against any of them, but Shana on the other hand...

I look at her, and I'm overcome by mixed emotions. Embarrassment at being played into being some kind of unknowing sex slave.. Anger at my trust in her being violated by the way she lied to me, and casually downplayed what might happen. I was convinced that she had planned this whole thing from the start. And yet, I wanted her. At first, it was just physical, but she remained closed to me the whole evening, and the more she was around, the more I found myself intrigued by her spirit and personality. She had this great gift to entertain, and yet, here she was around the people she worked for tonight, acting like they were her friends. Not once did she tire of talking with them, or listening to what they had to say. Her soul was so noble and pure, even though she'd done what she had, I found myself wanting to be near her more, instead of less. But as is often the case, a confused man makes decisions, most of the time, they tend to be bad ones, and even though I was probably starting to fall in love with her, I let the heat of the moment catch up to me.

The party eventually started to break, and Shana and I were left with just a few remnants. The hall directors informed us that they'd be closing up, so we had to scatter, and since Shana and I were parked in the employee lot on a different side of the building, only she and I were in a service corridor. We were passing a trio of crates, two of which were big and bulky and took up about half the hallway, the third was just behind them and was at about my waist height. She was talking about something that happened at a prior show when I passed through the narrow opening first.

"So then I said, You should.. woah.. what?" Wen she slipped behind me, I whirled and grabbed her, picking her up and setting her atop the smaller crate. I spread her legs open with my hands. "What are you doing!?"

"I know.." I said, pulling aside her leotard. Her pussy was completely shaven, and looked ready and inviting. "I know everything that happened."

"I don't know what you mean!" Before she could do much, my hands had my cock free. It was already hard and ready, and I wasted no time in pushing it into her pussy. She leaned her head back and grunted, but did not attempt to stop me, something I I found weird until she continued. "Mmmmmm fuck.. been waiting for this all night."

"Wait... what?" I said, momentarily frozen in place, my dick half buried in her tight snatch.

"What do you mean what? I think it's pretty clear that I've been waiting for you to fuck me.."

"But..." Was all I could manage. Here I was, about to fuck her, no questions asked, as payment for what happened to me, and I found out she was waiting for it.

"No buts.. do you want an instruction manual? Just fuck me already!" She said, her voice tinged with impatience. She was in the process of unbuttoning her blouse.

I had more to say, but my dick took over and soon I was ramming it hard into her hot cunt. Each thrust was met by the clap of our flesh colliding and a slight yelp from her throat. Her hands managed to get her blouse open and her spandex down, showing off two of the most perfect tits I've ever seen. Her hands assaulted them, squeezing them fiercely, pinching her nipples like she was trying to pull them off. My hands were too busy holding her waist as my cock slammed into her over and over. Her legs wrapped around me like a snake, and her ankles hooked together, locking me in place so I couldn't escape, not that I would want to.

"Mmmm.. oh yea.. fuck me with this big cock you motherfucker.. oh yea.. ram me hard baby."

Maybe it's my age, or the fact that most of the lovers I've had were younger and relatively inexperienced, but I'd never had anybody talk dirty to me like that. In truth, it made me a lot fucking harder than I already was. I pulled on her hips, driving my dick deeper into her. Her pussy sucked me in like a vacuum, clinging to me like it never wanted to let go, and since it was the absolute best I've ever fucked, I didn't want to leave it. Her hands snaked around my neck, pulling me toward her.

"That's it fucker.. fuck that pussy.. yeaaa..." She said through gritted teeth. Her hands pulled my face closer to her amazing rack. "Suck my fucking tits baby.. saw you can't take your eyes off em."

My mouth apparently agreed, and hungrily it latched onto her left breast. She moaned aloud, possibly far too loud, but my mind wasn't concerned with being seen at this point, so I thought nothing of it. In fact, my plan to fuck her out of revenge was pushed aside, replaced with the desire to fuck her out of sheer lust. Her hands gripped at my back, but the gloves of her costume and my shirt prevented any actual damage, but I still felt it. I switched across, assaulted her right breast with my mouth and she responded by arching her back and pushing it into my face.

"You like big fake tits, do you? Mmmm.. me too.. Dropped out of college to get these bad girls.. made more money now than ever..."

I could tell there was more to that story, but talking about it didn't seem to be much of my concern with this delicious nipple in my mouth. I alternated between quick strokes in and out of her succulent cunt, and then ramming my cock into her. Not as fast, but much more forceful, each powerful thrust pushing her lithe body back against the wall, making her yelp that cute little yelp again. It only caused her to grip me tighter, her fingers trying to dig into my skin so much I thought they might leave bruises.

"Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck.. I'm cumming!!" She screamed into my ear so loud I thought for a second when it stopped I may have gone deaf. I felt her shudder heavily, then my cock was drenched in cum. Not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times she came all over me. I'd never had a lover actually multiple orgasm before, and by that I mean in succession, not in a session, but it made me feel much more manly. Though I didn't have much time to think when I felt the urge to cum myself rising. I may have been in a state of euphoria at the fact that I was fucking this hottie, but I wasn't stupid, instinctively at least. I pulled out of her. She seemed to understand what was going on, and leaned forward, her hands leaving my back and pushing her big tits together as her head leaned down towards them. Her chin rested atop her mounds, and her tongue was out, wagging excitedly and waiting for my seed. I let go, spraying her big breasts with white sticky cum. It was my third shot of the day, and there wasn't a ton of it, but far more than I expected. She licked at it like she was starving and it was life saving food. She cleaned her breasts with her tongue, as I tried not to fall over. A minute or two past, then we looked at each other.

"Well, now that, that's over. What did you mean by you know?" She asked.

"I saw everything that went on.. while I was under. Like I was outside myself, but I saw it. All of it. I saw myself get a blow job, then fuck another girl, then get tit-fucked by another. All of it..."

She looked away from me for a second, in thought. Then back. "Well, I suppose I don't need to explain anything then. I.. I don't know what to say at all really. I don't suppose Sorry would cut it here."

It was my turn to look away. When I looked back at her, she had an expression I recognized. Being a teacher, I see a lot of faces that just have a look that says they are sorry, and don't know how to say it other than that. A look of someone who doesn't know how to make it up to the person they have wronged. I wanted to be mad, I wanted her to deny it so I could get angrier, but I couldn't find it in me to do so. She didn't move, just looked back at me, her breasts and pussy still exposed. I exhaled slowly. Sometimes after making what you think is a bad decision, you make a good one.

"It's alright. I should be mad, but I'm not. I think I helped a few people today, in a way that I probably normally wouldn't have. What harm did it do, really?"

She smiled, a genuine smile. "I think the same.. so.. can I count on you in the future?"

"Will every time be like this?"

"In one aspect." She reached forward, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me close to her. "The aspect that when all is said and done you're going to fuck the shit out of me like you just did."

We kissed, hard, for a few minutes. Then she released me and we separated. I set my pants back in order, and she fixed her leotard and blouse to cover herself again.

"Hey, uhh.. this sounds a little weird coming out now.. but would you like to go out sometime?" I asked.

She turned to look at me, her expression amused, but engaging, trying to read what I was saying. Then she smiled again, and stepped closer, wrapping her arms tenderly around my neck and leaning up to kiss me again, much softer this time.

"I'd love to."

That was six months ago. We've done several shows since then, and I've even learned a little bit of illusion myself. It's funny how what you don't know matters before, but not after. Her stage name for kids parties is just Shana the Magical, but for what I went through, she gets booked as Shana the Sex Goddess. A subtle change, but one that if I'd known, it might have changed my decision. I don't think for the better, as she now has another name.

Shana Tatem.

Isn't marriage grand?

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I hope you enjoyed this story. If you want to see more from these characters, or continuations of the other stories I publish, feel free to request them and I'll try to get around to it. As always, feedback is welcome, public or private. But try to be somewhat constructive. It you loved it, tell me what you loved. If you hated it, tell me why. I can't be a better writer if all you tell me is how much I suck. Until next time.

Actually this is the second story I started on for this category, but the first to actually finish. I may get around to finishing the second at a later time, but for challenge purposes, this is it.

Also, I recently lost a bet with a female fan, and have a new profile picture. Part of the agreement also says I put a reminder in every story for you lady readers to check it out and say what you think. So, there is your reminder. :)

-Mark St. Claire.