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THE TRICK
by
Theodore Spoonbender
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A short story of an adult nature. Not to be read by minors. If
you don't like this sort of stuff or you are under age then don't
read. Contains more innuendo than sex. Can be freely
distributed as long as it is not changed, including this heading.
If it is to be archived on a fee-paying archive then please email
me first for permission. If posted on free archives, please let
me know your URL. Thanks
Please email me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies
you want put into words etc. Don't flame me if you don't like
the content, or you don't like my style.
Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk
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She couldn't remember exactly how long she'd been doing it...
professionally, anyway. It seemed like it had been all her adult
life, certainly from her late teens. It had started, like many
of these tales do, with a young girl leaving home for some reason
that she couldn't even remember now, to come and make her mark in
the Big City.
Life in the city was hard, and before long, her money ran out.
That's when he found her. He had come looking for her. She
shouldn't have fallen for his line of chat, though. He made it
all sound so glamorous. Before she had really come to terms with
what he was doing, she was at it. "Doing it." He convinced her
he cared about her, and that was what made the difference. So
she did it for him, mainly, and only partly because she needed
the money badly. Sometimes, if she tried, she could even
convince herself it was fun.
To be honest, he had started her off pretty gently, really. A
couple of easy tricks a day. Sometimes even just one. He used to
watch her doing it. At first it really made her feel
embarrassed, but eventually she got used to it. He was always
telling her how she should refine her technique, how the tricks
got better, especially if she were to act as if she liked it.
That was really the key... the acting.
He made her feel really clumsy sometimes. He'd watch her hands,
telling her that they were very important in this game. Nearly
as much use as the rest of her body. He taught her that her
mouth was also very important. She really COULD put things in
there... she'd learn how. He would then patiently explain to her
the best technique, to make it the seem the most natural thing in
the world. Sometimes she'd have to hold it in her mouth for long
minutes at a time, smiling and pretending it wasn't there. It
all depended on what the trick had called for.
Some of those early tricks were very hard, especially for an
inexperienced young girl. Slowly, and luckily for her, her
technique improved.
Then one day he had decided she was ready for a bit of stage
work.
She didn't mind it so much now. She had been very embarrassed at
first, having to do it in front of all those people. Especially
because of what she had to wear for her act. She was still
essentially a modest girl, so to have to wear clothes that barely
covered her backside was very humiliating at first. And as for
the amount of leg she showed... she hadn't worn clothing like
that even underneath her regular clothes before. Still, after a
while she got more or less used to it. It used to unnerve her
when she noticed one of the customers staring intently as she
performed, but now she knew it was just part of the show she was
expected to put on.
Tonight she was waiting for her new trick to be brought to her,
by one of the club bouncers. She was hoping that he would come
before she had to go on stage again. She knew he'd be thinking
that if she hadn't turned the trick round by the time she got up
on stage, then she'd end up in trouble. It had happened a couple
of times before and it was so embarrassing and humiliating, what
she had to go through. In front of all those people too. She
shuddered. It was horrible! She'd never want to go through that
again. So now she was always careful with her tricks. Polishing
them off long before she had to go on stage.
She hated that stage. She hated these tiny little clubs. He
told her that as she improved she would start working at other
bigger clubs, but she wasn't sure she wanted to perform at those
other clubs. She'd heard about them. The tricks were normally a
lot more difficult, sometimes demanding special equipment. She'd
become used to rope work eventually though, like you would most
things, if done often enough. She had also heard you'd have to
spend more time with each trick... a lot more time. Then again
it might be easier, dealing with fewer tricks. You could get
used to the strange things you'd have to do. Especially with a
really difficult trick. She knew he'd be watching so she would
have to work especially hard to satisfy him. She would do it in
the end though. She was always relieved to see him smile. It
showed he was pleased with her that she'd worked the trick right.
It was almost as if the trick didn't count... what mattered was
pleasing him.
She also hated the stage name he'd given her. It was better than
having to use her real name, she supposed, but it was still not
what she would have chosen for herself. He insisted though, so
she gave in. She almost couldn't bring herself to say it. It
had such connotations. It embarrassed her.
She could see the compere about ready to announce her. For the
umpteenth time she wondered why she did this. What kind of hold
did he have on her? The dealing with tricks, maybe, she was
getting to enjoy it a little. That bothered her. She didn't
want to enjoy it; she wanted it to be just something she had to
do. She only did it to keep him happy. She knew what would
happen if she didn't.
After all he had done for her, rescuing her off the street and
all.
Okay, so some of the tricks were hard. Trying to deal with some
of their requirements could get to be a real pain. But on the
whole they were pretty straightforward in their needs. Anyway
each one was getting easier and the more times she had to do it,
the easier it got. She had gotten really skilful with her hands
and her mouth. Ruefully, she couldn't think of any other
profession that would need skills like hers, in the use of her
hands, and in what she could put in her mouth.
Tonight was special. He'd made a point of emphasising it to her
and she knew what that meant, which is why she was feeling
nervous. The guys that were going to be appraising her were very
hard men to please. One little mistake and she might never be
able to get out of here. She'd be working here or in similar
dumps like this for the rest of her life; because opportunities
in better places were scarce. She knew the people from "that
club" would be here too. They'd be watching her to see how good
she was at performing. Was she making it all seem real? Not
forced... no faking was allowed. She had to look as though she
was enjoying doing every bit of it, and as if it was as natural
to her as breathing.
She was hoping she'd be good enough tonight. She dearly wanted
to keep him happy. She knew what would happen if she didn't.
But there were just so many of them. One or two would be fine.
She could switch her mind off to just a couple. But there were a
lot of people in that club, and she could see they'd nearly all
turned up tonight. They'd all expect her best too. This was
going to be hard.
"Take a deep breath," she told herself. "Calm down, you've done
it dozens of times before."
Okay, maybe these new guys were going to be concentrating on
technique and how good she was at it. She just had to remember
they were just tricks. Nothing special. Nothing she hadn't done
before... hundreds of times.
It was nearly time. One last check of her hair and props. Then
plaster the smile on the face. She must be smiling. Always
smiling, that was the key. Never let anybody even guess you're
nervous, or might wish to be doing something else... anything
else than this thing you must do on stage... in front of
everybody.
She could see him, with his hands held loosely at his sides,
ready to spring into action as always. At least he would be
there to rescue her if something went REALLY bad. It was just
that the consequences of that were worse to contemplate than all
the rest.
Here it comes! She braced herself as she saw the compere grab
the mike and announce,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Members of the Magic Circle. The Club
would proudly like to present Donna Blitzen, London's first
female conjuror!"
Her grandfather, "THE GREAT MARVO," clapped as hard as he could.
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GOT YOU!
Now that you know what type of tricks she's talking about, read
it again and it will show you how wrong you were. What do you
think of this type of story? BTW, apologies to any London based
female conjurers out there.
Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk
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