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(not rated) *** Author Note: 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 underage 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 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 as I'm still learning the craft. *** 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 incidentally because she needed the money badly. If she tried, sometimes she even managed to convince herself it was fun. If she was honest with herself, he had started her off pretty gently. Just 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 after a while she got used to it. He was always telling her how she should refine her technique; how the tricks got better, especially if she acted as if she liked it. That was really the key... the acting. The audience wouldn't like it, if she didn't smile and make it seem natural. He made 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 told her that her mouth was also very important. She really COULD put things in there... she'd learn how. He then patiently explained to her the best technique, to make it 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. Until one day he 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 at her, 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 wanted 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 then she'd start working at other, bigger clubs. At least they'd be warm. She wasn't sure she wanted to have 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 can 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. He would then smile. She was always relieved to see that smile. It showed he was pleased with her that she'd worked the trick right. Sometimes it was almost as if the trick didn't count, what mattered was pleasing him. She also hated her stage name. He'd given it to 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 had he gotten 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. OK, 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. In any case, 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. She knew what that meant. Which is why she was feeling nervous. The guys that were going to 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 that those 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." OK, 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. Like he always was. At least he would be there to rescue her if something went REALLY bad. Only 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. 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 there are out there. Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk - Edited by: Frank, thank you. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67