Magician's Assistant
"I cannot believe I let him talk me into this. I really must start checking my beverages for illegal substances," you mutter as you adjust the black fringed bustier of your costume. Adam's regular assistant called in sick. He came to you panicked saying he only had a week to get this act down before his next television special and you were his only hope.
You make your way to the stage. The theater is empty except for Adam and you. Jonathan even bolted, apologizing profusely but saying if he had to hear Adam complain about the illusion one more time he was going to make the guillotine trick work for real.
One faintly blue tinted spotlight from the booth illuminates the faux-Greek temple set. The stage is bare except for a large square form under a plain white sheet. You gulp, feeling a right ninny in this get-up and wondering what Adam has in store for you. Soon you feel a warm soft hand on your rear and you jump a bit.
"Easy Love, it's only me."
"Take that smirk off your face or I'm going home."
He whispers right into your ear, "You haven't even looked at me. Why do you think I'm smirking?"
"Reason A, because you got me into an outfit you couldn't have gotten me into any other way. And B, that smirk of yours radiates evil for miles around."
A soft giggle in your ear now, lips brushing your cheek, a nibble on your lobe, shivers. He steps around you, leaving his hand on your rump until the last possible second, and reaches for the cover on the prop. He pulls it away and reveals a large wooden frame with iron leg and arm shackles. You back away shaking your head. Adam snags you by the arm and pulls you against him tightly.
"Uh-uh Adam, no way."
"Oh come on."
"No! First you dress me up like a hooker and then you want to..."
He puts his nose to yours and follows your eyes. "Do you honestly think I would ever hurt you?"
"No," you answer quietly.
He smiles and kisses you lightly on your nose. "Still willing to help me?"
You nod yes and he leads you by the hand to the contraption. He turns you to face the empty rows of seats and puts his hands to your waist as he lifts you back onto the rack's slight ledge. He slips one of your wrists into the shackle. You jump and turn your head away as it locks around you with a clink. Adam kisses the palm of your imprisoned hand. He moves to your other wrist and repeats his actions, shackling, kissing.
Adam kneels before you, drawing his hands down you legs, grinning that mischievous smile at you. He snaps the iron around your ankle and puts his lips to your calf. "You planning for that little maneuver on stage as well?" He licks at your skin through the fishnets you wear and applies his teeth with a light pressure. A tremble passes through you. Good grief he does this so well. He immobilizes your other leg similarly and rises to his feet. Your eyes bathe in every caress of the tight leather on his body. He turns to the empty house rehearsing his presentation. Your eyes fix on his perfectly curved backside. He senses this and gives you a wiggle.
He moves to the side of the rack and pulls the lever. The rack begins to tilt back and pivot to the side. You are now laying flat and Adam moves to you with a sparkly silver cloth. "Oh how I love to get you horizontal," he growls.
"Shut-up and do the trick Houdini," you giggle, "my nose itches."
Adam covers you, toes to chest, with the cloth. He turns to a wheel at the head of the rack and cranks it. You feel the rack elongate underneath you. He cranks it again and you feel the secret panel slide out from underneath, fake fishnet covered ankles and cheap shoes that match your own attached. You crane your head to watch them poke out from under the cloth at the far end of your body. You smile at Adam. "Please tell me you love tall girls."
"Shh quiet you," he laughs, "this is the part where you're supposed to pass out."
"Oh yeah right. Sorry." You dutifully shut your eyes. You hear Adam move away and you peek one eye open. He drapes the entire rack (you included) with red velvet. You feel the shackles retract from your hands and feet. You stay flat as Jonathan had instructed you (although you intend to have a strong word with him as to why he omitted mentioning the shackles). You hear a soft high-pitched squeaking noise, your cue. You brace yourself and the rack drops down a trapdoor until you're just under the stage. You watch Adam whip off the cloth on the monitor and you climb the small ladder that leads up inside one of the hollow pillars of Adam's set. You watch through the tiny peep-screen Jonathan has rigged up and when you see the plume of smoke before you, you pop out quickly and once again conceal the door behind you. The smoke soon clears revealing you to a leering Adam.
"It's as if Aphrodite herself had just emerged from the mists of the sea," he teases, approaching you.
"Oh please. And who are you? God of bullsh..." He stops your mouth with a kiss. You pull back to look into his sparkling green eyes. He begins to back you toward the middle of the stage. You turn and see he's reset the stage with the altar set. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, sacrificing a virgin to my pagan god of lust."
"I'm hardly likely to pass for a virgin in this saloon girl costume you've got me in."
"Well, I'm sure we'll think of something to do." He lifts you onto the smooth marble-painted surface and crawls atop you with feline agility. Your lips meet again as he eases you back...
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