by saltpeter102
(a story in Stormbringer's E&I Universe)
copyright 2015
10/99
Judy Davenport wouldn't have been there if she didn't love magicians. And had since she was a child. The leggy young blonde wouldn't have even heard there was a Halloween show that Friday night, if she hadn't once told her new friend from work, Freda, in one of their first conversations, how much she loved to watch magicians do tricks. And how she had not seen a good magic show in years. The naive 27 year old small town girl definitely would not have come into a club that looked like this one did, like a redecorated strip club, if the bouncy Freda hadn't, just yesterday, told her how she'd seen this 'Mandringo the Magician' performing before, and insisted Judy had to come & see the best magic show EVER. Judy certainly would not have come along willingly, if she had known this Zebra Club, as the neon sign outside proclaimed it to be, was plopped down in as shabby a New Jersey neighborhood as the one surrounding her now. And she would have instantly turned rapidly around, and left the area, if Freda hadn't been the one driving. And refused to even consider it when she complained, saying, "For someone with boobs as big as you got, you really got a small mind! Dontcha wanna expand your horizons a little?" loudly, before all but pushing her past the hulking, big black door man outside the club.
As it was, Judy decided that since she was in the audience now, anyhow, and Freda wasn't about to get up and leave before she, Judy, had seen the show, she might as well sip slowly from the huge margarita Freda had ordered for her, and relax. Looking around at the audience, Judy was fascinated by how many black men were there, and how many with hot white women as dates. In fact the only men in the club were black! She had grown up in a small Midwestern town where there weren't many colored folk, and even fewer white women who would date them, and from what little Judy knew about black people (mainly from TV show re-runs she'd seen as a child, like "Julia" and "The Jeffersons"), she would never have thought it possible that so many of their kind would turn out for a magic show like this.
You learn something new every day.
Scanning the audience, she noticed that not only were there a lot of black men here, but most of them were dressed in expensive-looking, well-tailored suits, and those all seemed to be covering very muscular physiques, as if these were, each and every one, well-off football players, or basketball stars (other roles Judy had seen colored folk playing). That might explain how they came to be turning out for a magic show. But what could possibly explain the very open way their white girl-friends were stroking those clothes, and leaning into those bodies? Had they no shame? Two or three of these men actually had a couple of women pressing against them as they sat, sandwiched between these tramps in booths near the wall.
Freda confirmed her suspicions that many of the men were sports stars, by pointing out one as the famous linebacker from some New Jersey team or other, and another, who she spotted a few tables over, as a hot new basketball player. Freda was drooling over how wide his shoulders were, and how long his fingers ("you know what that means!"), as she twirled a lock of her red hair between her own long fingers, and chattered on about him; but Judy was tuning her out, which the hubbub in the room made easier.
Sports, and the boys who played them, had little or no appeal to Judy, and it had been that way for her since Junior High School, when she had been the geeky little girl who all the jocks ignored, except on those occasions when they'd tortured or publicly humiliated her for her obvious social awkwardness, and gawky appearance. Through college that had only diminished for her because by then she had been spending all her time in the computer lab or library, places it was guaranteed you would never find jocks, unless they were being tortured or humiliated by a professor who held power over their grade point average (which usually was so low a small dip down would cut them off a team).
The irony was that during those years, hidden in libraries, in gunny-sack clothing, shaping her mind into a true binary powerhouse, developing skills needed for a bright future career (like the high-level computer security software design job she had now), her body had also been re-shaped; her tall, gangly build slowly changed as her breasts filled out, her hips swelled out gorgeously, her long, trim legs became curvier than she would ever have dreamed possible while still a teen; all this transforming her into a tall, hot blonde under baggy, nerdy clothing; all this irony was completely lost on Judy. Teaching herself yoga from a book during those years had helped keep her in tone ever since, not to mention incredibly supple. But despite all these remarkable physical transformations during those college years, she was still, in her heart of hearts, no matter what she may have seen in her mirror after a morning shower, wholly convinced that she was just some gawky geek girl; the ugly nerdy one the popular girls in the dorm made fun of, and even threw stuff at if she so much as changed channels on the TV in the Common Room over to Star Trek.
Even when her hairstyle, makeup, and wardrobe, were radically upgraded.
Since joining the upscale security software firm that recruited her, Judy's external appearance had become more one of long, flowing blonde tresses, down to her swelling breasts, understated make-up which brought out her wide blue eyes, and her full, voluptuous curves garbed in stylish gray or tan tailored pant-suits, like those of a highly successful, modern young business woman. These last changes were mainly due to an older female partner of the firm (they had more women partners than men, which really made advancement more likely), her mentor, Leandra, a 40-something sophisticated lady who had personally recruited the ugly duckling blonde nerd straight out of grad school last Spring, and had demanded (and then also, eagerly, guided her through) that particular style and wardrobe change.
The clothes can make the woman, too. And what a woman Judy had become! The ugly duckling had disappeared, and Judy had now become a very sexy swan indeed! All without her recognizing it, of course.
Judy was also completely unaware that many of the black men she had been scanning in the audience were more than just glancing at her. To any impartial observer, it would have been obvious that many were seriously checking her out. Even her new friend Freda, caught up in her own haze of sexual fantasy, was becoming aware of this fact, but it didn't make her jealous, it only seemed to titillate her in some fashion. Right now there was a full flush all over her normally very pale white skin -- even the freckles on her face seemed to be growing bridges between them.
"They're all looking at you now, Judy Blue-eyes, dreaming of what they could do to you with their big black cocks," she kidded, slipping her foot up Judy's leg under the table, and pointing to a group of black men two tables away, who saw her pointing, and waved unabashedly.
"Not really," said Judy, "they just saw you pointing." Even so, she clearly felt her neck flushing a bit, and took another sip of her drink to cool off, and cover this awkwardness. When one of the men rose from his chair, and started walking over towards them, her cheeks turned a bright red.
"I couldn't help but notice you, baby," he leaned over their table to say to her, but this was just his opening, going on, "you're all Sheila Stoner gorgeous in that sharp gray suit," unmistakably directing his remark at Judy, since Freda was wearing an extremely tight, floral-patterned mini-dress to show off her large breasts, and offset the frizzy bush of red hair above her white complexion. "What you got on under all that gray, Foxy?"
The confident man looming above her (was he a basketball star?) seemed more than ready to continue buttering her up in this embarrassing vein, but suddenly was interrupted, before he could make Judy blush so much she burst into flames on the spot, by an even larger black man approaching from the other direction.
"I think you should try to maintain a greater decorum in the presence of such a lady, young brother," said a voice Judy thought she recognized. When she craned around to see who this deep voice belonged to, Judy saw that it was the very same Mr. Solomon King who Leandra had briefly introduced her to a week before, at the office. He was some kind of a big business man, looking for a firm to protect his company's computer network. Judy still was hoping that this wasn't more stupid fears about that Y2K bullshit.
"Big business man" had been an apt choice of words, Judy now realized, seeing him from a different angle than on her first introduction. He towered over her, a massive, obviously heavily-muscled man, with a shaven head on top of wide shoulders, and a short goatee that made him seem even bigger, somehow. All this hulking physique, and with a musk about him (she smelled it again, now), some kind of expensive designer cologne, Judy guessed, which made you think of power and grandeur. And sex. She caught herself looking at his crotch, which was closer to her eye level from where she was seated at the low table, and this bigness made her uneasy, somehow. When she first had met him, at work, he had been the one seated, not standing tall like now; he'd been relaxed and at ease then, balanced on the very edge of a low black leather couch right next to Freda's reception desk. He was about to leave, apparently, after having met with Leandra about his business, but was patiently waiting for that partner, personally, to bring him a floppy disk or something before he left, and was chatting softly with Freda, in a deep whisper, while waiting. Judy's mentor had walked into the foyer when Judy had just pressed the call button for the elevator, saw her, and pulled her over, saying, "Mr. King, this is Ms. Judy Davenport, the programmer who came up with the core idea for this very program while she was still at White Pebble University. I recruited her there after her dissertation, suggesting this direction, came to my attention."
Before Mr. King could rise to shake her hand, the elevator had pinged its arrival, and Judy had mumbled something about an important appointment, and waved off any contact, running to the elevator doors before they closed on her. Honestly, something about the man had intimidated her.
Now, he seemed to be intimidating the young black man who had been approaching her in the Zebra Club, because he took one look at Mr. King, nervously explained that he had meant nothing offensive by his overture, apologized to the giant black man profusely, calling him Mr. King in every sentence he uttered, like it was an actual royal title, and fled back to rejoin his chuckling friends. Judy tried not to smile at all this silly behavior, and, after taking a long pull on her drink to cover her nervousness, looked up at Mr. Solomon King.
"We meet again, Ms. Davenport," said the tall, muscular black business man, nodding to Freda, as well. "Are you here to see Mandringo the Magician? I hired him for this Halloween Special and a series of shows here, and then he'll have a long tour of my other clubs, I was so impressed, after seeing him perform only once. I think you'll find he's quite the master of illusion."
"You seem to be some sort of magician yourself, Mr. King," said Judy, more coolly than she felt inside, "since you just made a very big man disappear."
"Not that he's as much a man as you are," simpered Freda, fluttering her eyelids, and trying to shift her ample bosom into a more eye-catching arrangement.
Mr. King made as if he hadn't heard that remark from her friend, or seen her contortions, and continued to softly talk to Judy. "That was no great challenge. Mandringo could do that in a flash. He can do astounding close-up hand work, prestidigitation, as they call it, making coins seem to be made of smoke and stuff; but also, which is more rare in the trade, manages to pull off, impressively, much larger tricks on a big stage; you know, grand illusions. Again, I hope you really get into it tonight." So saying, he snapped his fingers, and gestured to a nearby waiter with a hand signal Judy had never seen before, then said to the two women, "For my last trick, I'll make your check disappear. I'll cover everything either of your two hearts may desire here tonight. Drink up; a waiter will be over to get your re-fill orders." He must have noticed, before Judy, that her margarita was almost finished, and she couldn't remember ever having more than sipped it once or twice.
"Thank you," was all Judy found herself saying, and that rather breathlessly, before Mr. King slid away into the crowd, which seemed to be growing now, as people moved towards tables, who had previously been standing over at the bar. Did he own this Zebra Club? And a few others like it?
Freda sighed, waved her hand in front of her face, as if to fan herself cooler, and asked dreamily, "Did you see the cock on that guy? Talk about 'Big Business!'" For a moment, Judy was shocked by the crudity of the remark, still clinging to her roots in the Bible Belt way of speaking more tactfully, if at all, but when Freda shot her a mockingly shocked look, then arched her eyebrows dramatically, Judy found it impossible not to loosen herself up a bit, even chuckle. Truth be told, she had found the evidence displayed under Mr. Kings belt to be... stimulating, shall we say. She drained the last of her margarita, and blamed it for her diminishing self control.
The lights flickered, and it became obvious, even before an emcee somewhere off stage cleared his throat dramatically into an opened microphone, that the show was about to begin. "Before we bring on Mandringo," the echoing voice of the emcee announced, "we would like to present a very special Zebra Club salute to today, Halloween, with our lovely and talented dancers, from both sides of the club, tonight, here to represent for you the magic of this holiday."
As his voice was echoed out, a subtly erotic, rhythmic mix of oboes, flutes, and drums poured out of the speakers, the lights dimmed even more, and vaporous strands of fog wafted in from the stage wings. A leggy female dancer, scantily clad, and made up as a ghost of some variety, stepped out of the dark wing at stage right, was quickly caught in a pale blue baby spotlight, and began to undulate her belly, breasts, and thighs in time with the soft music. Behind her, as a saxophone joined the mix with an eerie wail, and a synthesizer added a higher-pitched fillip, too, came a male dancer, bandages wrapped around him like a mummy, but with gaps at his groin to accentuate the size of his package, which he was waving in time with the music.
Judy took a sip of the new margarita that had appeared from somewhere, and leaned over towards Freda, whispering sarcastically, to show she wasn't always uptight, "Oh, yeah, every mummy in Egypt has that much down his pants-leg; riiiight!"
"He's not Egyptian, honey," Freda whispered back, with a sort of sigh in her voice, "he's a Nubian," as if that justified the obvious exaggeration.
A series of costumed figures paraded across the stage after the first two did their dance; witches in very short skirts, a few fairies with almost nothing but sparkles covering their breasts and groins, vampires of both genders, clad in tight black leather with fringes and metal studs, and nothing but spandex below the belt; a wolf-man with a small spray of fur vaguely pasted over his privates, which, like those of all the men who'd been on stage, seemed to be, well, mythical in stature; almost all of the men were also negroid in their facial features, and all blessed with extremely well-sculpted upper bodies, arms, and legs, which made the mythically proportioned genitalia (such a stereotype!) all the more hard to believe, in Judy's opinion, even if she really had no personal experience to support this feeling. Truth be known, she had never even seen any man's penis, except pictures, in a text book for an Anatomy course.
So much near-nudity and sexual innuendo was making her a little horny, which heightened the other feeling it evoked -- the unease, the sense that God would strike her down for letting evil thoughts creep into her mind under such crude stimuli. The Bible Belt morality she had been raised in, even if she had ultimately chosen a life in computer sciences, where morality was deemed too difficult to logically prove existed, had kept her from joining fellow nerds from those social circles at college where Dungeons & Dragons, skimpily-clad, medieval wenches, or super-heroines in revealing tights had been common fare at this time of year. She'd known it was there, but stuck to the library and lab, where the temptation was never offered. Especially not in the form of penises of patently absurd magnitude.
Dancers were coming out in mixed pairs, now, and some even in mixed trios, as the exotic music kept pulsing along, weaving a magical spell, one that seemed to reek of raw sex and sinfulness; sometimes these pairs and trios would be meeting other dancers, coming from the other side of the stage, and interacting with one or two of these new naked ghouls or creatures for brief moments, engaging in what Judy could only describe as uninhibited sensuality with one another as they passed, all accompanied by that hauntingly erotic music.
Judy didn't notice how much it had affected her until the lights came back up after the last grouping; a nearly naked set of four black men (with outlandishly large cocks, completely exposed) were entwined around one naked woman, her legs splayed, but her bucking groin covered by the head of one of the nude men, who was pretending to tongue her enthusiastically as they carried her across the stage, and out the other side, with loud whimpers of the woman fading like the music and the light. Judy shifted in her seat, noticing the leather seat cover was wet somehow, then realizing that the source of the moisture was her own aroused slit.
You never know what can happen on a dark Halloween night.
As the room lights came up again, and the emcee chattered away, over the rather riotous applause, Judy saw that her second drink was being carried off, empty, by a slim black waiter, and had already been replaced by a third margarita. Freda caught her eye and winked. Even if she had spoken, it would not have carried over the clapping and whistling.
The room lights dimmed again, and then a spotlight lit up a portion of the thrust stage near the curtain. Into the small circle of light stepped a tall man in glittering pantaloons, a heavily embroidered vest over an exposed ebony chest, and wearing a long curling scarlet cape over his shoulders, with a huge Afro rising from his head. As the spotlight widened to reveal all of this tall, muscular black man, white light flickering off his oiled chest muscles eerily, an off-stage emcee was heard to announce, in exultingly rising tones, over a long, slow drum roll, "And now, dear ladies and gentlemen, please join me in warmly welcoming the undeniable Master of the magic arts, shaman of illusion, the African prince of dark powers, highly skilled Manipulator, and I do mean MANipulator, of ALL ectoplasm and flesh alike; the thrilling, chilling, always fulfilling, Mandringo, the Magician!"
The tall black magician bowed, his Afro almost sweeping the floor, and then removed his cape with a slow, sweeping move that ended with him tossing it into the air over the audience, where it suddenly blazed into flames, changed into a puff of purple smoke, and from that cloud of smoke there emerged a white dove, which flew once around the room, then out the side door, towards the dressing rooms. Despite her years of watching magic shows in younger years, this trick had sent a chill up Judy's spine. She had never seen an opening trick so beautiful before.
Mandringo spent the next ten minutes doing a series of intricate coin and scarf tricks, most of which were fairly old hat to Judy, but well performed, and accompanied by a fascinating patter that seemed much more filled with sexual innuendo than Judy had ever heard from a magician. At one point, for instance, Mandringo held up a large gold coin, about six inches across, and referred to it as a "Whiteboy coin" for some reason, getting chuckles from women in the audience when he said, "It's called that because it thinks it's big, BIG! It claims to be a foot across." Then he turned it sideways, so that the edge was facing the audience, held it up between his massive palms, and asked, "That look like twelve inches to you?" Across the table, Freda was laughing so hard she almost fell off her chair. As that first wave of laughter began to ebb, Mandringo mystically waved his black hand across the face of the coin, and it shimmered, then began wiggling, like it was made of rubber, and in a flash turned into a little white worm, as Mandringo said, sneering, "You know something? I think that's as hard as it gets! It's a whiteboy!"
When the swell of laughs that generated had quieted, Mandringo announced that he would be performing a special trick at the end of this performance, one he had never done before, but had personally designed for this Halloween show, and as a special gift to a friend of his. "For this trick I will require the assistance of a beautiful volunteer from the audience, one who will also need to have the requisite stamina and courage, as well as much grace and aplomb. Is there any such volunteer in the room?"
As he scanned the audience from the stage, Freda kicked Judy lightly under the table. "You should volunteer! You're loaded with grace, AND a plum; not to mention all that caminna and storage, er, ostrich, you got in spades," she said, with an outrageously exaggerated slur in her voice that made Judy snort out a laugh.
Apparently Mandringo took that snort as a move to volunteer, and stepped off stage to approach their table, saying, "AHA! Here are TWO beautiful women; together, but unaccompanied by any man whatsoever. That takes courage, right? And clearly, other attributes indicate they would be suitable for my design... "
Arriving at the table, Mandringo asked Freda and Judy, "Now, which one of you is volunteering? I can't take both of you... at once, that is." The audience howled.
Freda pointed to Judy, covering a titter with her hand across her lips. When Mandringo turned to Judy, she laughed aloud, saying, "You specified 'Beautiful', so I guess that lets me off the hook."
"Ahh!" said the magician, sweeping his hand around the room, "Such maidenly modesty! With no intent to insult any other ladies here, I believe there is none more fair to be found tonight in these precincts."
Judy was blushing furiously at this, and swallowed the last of her third drink to cover her confusion, shocked by how fast it, too, had disappeared. The room must be hot from all these men and women packed in it. And stage lights.
Addressing the audience in a sotto voce aside, Mandringo said conspiratorially, "I think she just wants to be given a chance to make herself even MORE beautiful, before she goes up on stage as a volunteer. Let's encourage her, folks."
Applause filled the whole vast room.
"What's your name, my lovely one?" Mandringo asked her, and suddenly he had a microphone in his hand, holding it up to her lips.
Licking those lips first, she said, "Judy Davenport," and blushed.
"Well, Judy," said Mandringo, lightly touching her shoulder, and leaving his hand there a moment, "I can't do that special trick I've designed for this audience tonight, and for my special friend, too, unless you help me, by REALLY volunteering. Will you, please, help me?" Behind his back he was waving with his hand, conducting members of the audience into helping convince her, eliciting any number of "aww's", and a "pwetty pwease" from one person behind him.
Judy still felt like a deer in headlights, frozen in a kind of fear, but when Mandringo moved closer to her again, put his hand on her arm this time, where it stayed for a length of time, creating a spot of heat that traveled up to her neck, she caught a whiff of the same musk she had smelled on Mr. King, and something began to come over her, a strong desire to do something to please this tall black man. Anything. She looked at the broad chest before her, exposed even more, as the vest had slid to one side when he crouched down to speak to her. She caught a glimpse of a single bead of sweat near his clavicle, right above the amazing musculature carved across his torso, and fought an urge to lean in and lick it off. Again she blamed the margaritas.
You are what you drink. Salty, acidic, and alcoholic?
"I'll tell you what, Judy," the man's deep baritone voice whispered towards her ear, as if only addressing her, no one else in the universe being included in their secret circle, "I'll whip up a little genie, to help you get yourself all prettied up for the performance of my Special Trick."
So saying, he stepped back towards the stage, took a pose twenty feet away from the curtain, threw his head back, and stretched his arms forwards, hands contorting through a string of mystic gestures. There was a puff of smoke, a flash of bright red fire, and all of a sudden, there on the stage stood a perfect little djinn, shapely and seductive, dressed in lovely silken harem pants, and a wildly embroidered transparent vest, wearing some sort of veil held by a thin band of gold to the top of her head, that made her exotic Oriental features even more mysterious, as it shimmered and rippled whenever she moved. And she was moving, indeed. In a very sensuous motion, part strut, part feline slither, she was heading right over to Judy, making a beeline, passing Mandringo as if she didn't see him, and bowing that seductive body right in front of Judy, head angled down, obediently, as she asked, with an accent straight out of the Thousand and One Nights, "How can I serve you, beautiful Mistress?"
As thin as she was, and short, her breasts, which were clearly on display under that vest, seemed to be just a titch too large for her size, and tipped with very pointy, large nipples. Judy found her eyes slipping slowly up those sexy slopes, instead of down, which was a bit too embarrassing. She forced herself to look down, which took an internal struggle, though, and gasped when it dawned on her that the djinn was wearing nothing under the gauzy harem pants, either. The young knockout blonde now had a breathtakingly clear view of a most beautifully shaped, clean-shaven vagina, and it seemed to be dripping something like honey from the top of its slit.
"My dear, dreamy djinn," said Mandringo, as the audience rolled with laughter, "I am the one who summoned you! You obey ME! You are to take Judy Davenport here, who is empowered by MY authority as your Mistress, backstage, and there to use all your powers to prepare her to be my volunteer assistant later, when I perform my Special Trick."
Judy now found herself being helped out of her seat by both Mandringo and his genie, then led by her hand out of the room by the little nymph, leaving in their wake the merrily laughing crowd, and the tall black magician, who seemed to be conducting them with humor, having them all in stitches. She was escorted off stage by this sexy Oriental girl in silk harem pants, and then down a dimly lit corridor backstage, watching the weaving of her mesmerizing behind the whole way, into an extremely swank private dressing room.
When the door closed behind Judy and the djinn, the noise of the crowd was completely cut off. There must have been really good sound-proofing in that room. There was a long low couch of some kind, which on closer inspection seemed to be a little like a dentist's chair, but more plush, with a brown fur cover over most of it, and a hole near the top for a face to fit into when the occupant lay face down. There were mirrors on three of the walls, and one on the ceiling; one of the vertical mirrors was shorter, with a table littered with make-up containers and applicators at its base, and also a small fur-covered stool on wheels in front of it, and it was surrounded by a string of light bulbs running up both sides, and across the top. In one corner stood a carved ivory umbrella stand, but it was filled with long peacock feathers, and some kind of tasseled stick.
There was also a heavy odor of exotic incense floating through the air, vaguely reminiscent of the musk Mr. King and Mandringo had been wearing, but with a hint of something else, a bit more earthy, perhaps (dimly remembered from her college dorm) marijuana. Soft music was playing from hidden speakers somewhere overhead, low and rhythmic, and evocative of mystery, like that which the Halloween creatures had danced through; slow, low, and throbbing, and far too tempting to drift away into.
The djinn softly muttered something Judy couldn't quite hear, and guided her onto the long low couch, after she took a moment to adjust it flatter, and raise it a bit, more to Judy's height. While Judy took in the whole room around her, seeing a rack of costumes on wheels, set right beside the door which she had missed when they entered, her genie set about ordering bottles on the table by the mirror, obviously preparing to put make-up on Judy.
Realizing she needed it, Judy asked the genie if there was a lady's room backstage, and was surprised when her guide waved a hand, and pulled one of the mirrors, the tall one across from the couch, out from the wall, revealing a small, well appointed bathroom.
When she came back out, the genie, still not volunteering a name (and Judy not really inclined to pull herself out of a pleasant role-playing fantasy to ask), had brought out two bottles of water from someplace, and the dewy containers drew her over to the couch again. When she was seated, the genie rolled over on the stool, and began unbuttoning the suit coat Judy had just buttoned up in the bathroom. Under that rather severe gray top, the blonde was wearing a soft, silky blouse that Leandra had insisted she buy, on that shopping trip she had conducted for Judy just four months ago now, when she first arrived for her new job. Judy didn't like to admit it to herself, but she had found the way the fabric tended to slide achingly across her bare skin, just above the top of her bra, to be a constant source of excitement, her sumptuous breasts were that sensitive; not just on the nipples, but the entire broad expanse of flesh, and the silk was that gently abrasive, especially when she wore, as she had tonight, the half-cup bras that Leandra had also insisted she buy, telling her that the way it lifted her bosoms up, but not in an overstated way, was exactly the right look for an up and coming software executive in Manhattan.
Once the suit jacket was off her shoulders, and was tugging the blouse across Judy's chest in a delicious fashion while it was slid down her arms, the genie made a cooing sound, moving in closer to Judy as if to inspect the cut and fabric of the blouse. Once she had taken the jacket completely off her curvy Mistress, and hung it on a hanger from the rack, the shapely djinn returned and, with a glance and a gurgle, as if asking consent, ran her hands up the sleeves of Judy's fine cream silk blouse, ending with her hands sliding into position around each breast, just like Leandra had done that day in the clothing boutique's dressing room. What was it with these East Coast women and breasts? They weren't as crude as High School jocks in the hallway after practice had been, or Sam, the one boy she'd ever gone on a date with, back in ninth grade, but Judy wasn't used to other people touching her breasts, much less gently squeezing them, the way the genie was now.
Judy backed away from the genie a little, telling herself she wasn't actually enjoying the sensations, but knowing this wasn't really true. Rather than herself backing off, as most people would do when they saw the discomfort their action had evoked, the seductive djinn kept her hands firmly over Judy's breasts, even let a finger or two drift across the hot young woman's buried nipples. A wash of oceanic pleasure swept through the blonde's voluptuous body.
"Please..." Judy whispered, pulling her breasts further away from the desired touch of the genie's hands, forced by the arrangement of furniture in the dressing room to be leaning back on the couch as she did so.
"But, Mistress," said the genie, with her faintly Oriental accent, "You must not be so tense right before you go on stage as our Master's assistant." Judy noticed that the genie had included her in this implied servitude to Mandringo. She was not certain she liked that idea, but she didn't want to make a fuss while this sexy little genie helped her dress. "Let me help you to relax now, Mistress."
So saying, the djinn began unbuttoning the silk blouse, and had it all free from her pant-top, as well, before Judy had caught on to her intent. Well, since she was going to be getting into a costume soon anyway, Judy just let this process continue, until before she knew it, she was lying backwards on the couch with only her half-cup brassiere on, though she was still fully clothed from the waist down. As she lay back, breathing easily for a moment, and taking in all these changes, she felt the djinn lift her right foot off the floor, undo the catch on the front of her shoes, a pair of high heels that Leandra had also forced on her, and had taken weeks to learn how to walk steadily in, without losing her balance. Next the shoe was removed, and she felt a soft but firm pressure of fingers, soothingly gliding up her foot from the toe to the ankle, where it gently revolved around an aching spot on her ankle that Judy dreamily wondered how the genie had known would be there. She must have the same problem with high heels, too.
After what seemed like a few minutes of this wonderful foot massage, the left foot, too, was freed from its shoe, and a minute or two more was spent luxuriating in the same treatment for this aching foot. Not stopping there, the djinn, in a delicately tortuous route up the left foot, took her hands even higher, one on either side of the still stocking-encased calf, moving slow enough that it didn't tickle, and pressing just hard enough to release the raw tension she discovered there, without inducing any pain. The right calf deserved, demanded non-verbally, and received, the same attention.
Next, while soothingly clucking and humming along with the rhythmic music that still crept into Judy's ears, the genie stroked slowly up each leg, pausing at the knees, then on the outer, then on the inner, thighs, and then, finally gliding up the outside of Judy's hips, kneading a spot near the belt line, and then ground to a halt. Judy now felt more relaxed than she had since leaving the safe ivy-covered halls of academia. She basked in the glow of this glorious feeling for a moment, while the buxom genie puttered around with something, and lazily wondered if genies were all this talented.
Just as she was about to sit up, Judy felt a hand on her midriff, followed by a sharp tug from around her ankles, and in a flash, her pants were gone, disappeared as fast as Mandringo's red cape had evaporated, and she realized that all she had on now was stockings, garters, panties, and her half-cup bra.
Presto Change-o!
Before she could protest, the genie grasped her by the ankles, and in one swift, painless maneuver, turned Judy face down on the couch, with her face right above the furry opening at the head. Just as swiftly as she had been lifted and turned, those magical fingers began stroking up the back of her lower legs, easing tension out of every muscle with a skill that seemed to defy reason, since only muffled moans of pleasure were coming from Judy which could hardly be considered a viable means of communication. For a rather skinny and short woman, this genie had great strength in her arms and hands. Judy's face sank into the furry hole, swallowed up, as the nearly naked blonde sighed out all her tightness into the warm, dark space beneath.
After all tension seemed to have been drained from her legs, the genie began moving her hands North, across the back of Judy's rounded thighs, her bubbly butt, which seemed to draw quite a lot of attention from her magical hands, and on towards the back and shoulders, cooing and "tush-"ing as she worked out all of the various knots those delightful fingers discovered. The young and beautiful software designer sank into the bed of warm, friendly fur, her head mildly spinning, as this pleasant torture sent shivers down her spine, and pulses of relaxing relief (mixed with some of lust) all over her curvaceous body. At one point she thought she felt her lower back being lightly stroked, while at the same time the genie's skilled fingers were obviously employed, higher up her back, pushing tension out of her shoulder tops into the sweetly perfumed air. If her hands were stroking her shoulder blades, did that mean the genie's sexily tipped breasts were the touch she felt lower? She sighed, and let the question drift away, as well.
When that part of the massage had turned all of Judy's muscles into a substance resembling jelly, and rather delicious flavored jelly, at that, the genie said in her cute Oriental accent, "Does my Mistress desire any further massage of her back muscles now, or should I work on her front for a while?"
It all sounded so innocent, but Judy had a sudden flash of paranoia, this just was all so remote from all her previous experiences, and she really hadn't ever had someone else's hands on her body for anything like this long. Didn't she have to get into some kind of costume for a magic show, the one she had been sucked into volunteering to assist?
The show must go on.
Pushing herself up with her arms, feeling all the while the wonderful sensation of that fur cover sliding across her bare breasts' tops, and along her bare belly, Judy forced herself into a more alert mode of thinking, and rolled around to sit up on the edge of the comfortably low couch. To help clear her dizzy head, she took a long swig from the water bottle still sitting beside the couch on the floor, then looked over at the sitting genie.
The djinn seemed to be lovingly gazing into her eyes, awaiting whatever command her Mistress could consider giving, and the only change in her appearance seemed to be that now her transparent genie vest was wide open, exposing to Judy's embarrassed gaze a truly magnificent pair of large, firm breasts, each topped with remarkably pointed nipples, lifting heavenward. Those HAD been pressed lightly against her back during the massage; of that the analytic mind of the statuesque young blonde was certain. She was also very certain, but scared to admit to herself fully, that she really enjoyed the image that thought projected into her mind, If she stayed on the East Coast much longer, Judy thought, she would soon be reaching out to grab, caress, or even kiss, those amazing knockers. Judy took another swig from the water bottle, finding that her throat had suddenly gone dry, and it was also a way to buy some time, in which to collect her thoughts, get them back to being under her control.
"Er, Genie, which costume am I supposed to wear for this Special Trick?" she decided to ask.
"Well, let us just see what your options are, O Beauteous Mistress."
Leaping up with alacrity, and bouncing over to the rack beside the outer door, which gave Judy a certain kind of inner shiver, as she watched the wiggling rear on the Oriental servant while she was in motion, the genie pushed it back to a position closer to the couch, but not blocking the space between them. Well, it may have reduced it just a tad, so that Judy now found her knees lightly touching those of her sexy servant.
Moving just a bit, the naughty genie put one of her legs between Judy's knees, to give herself more space to maneuver, or so it seemed, stood up and took down from the rack a lovely, shimmering, gown of some transparent pink material, with flowing spiral patterns embroidered right over each breast. The naive young blonde, with her faculties now more than a little out of her control, acted on her first, lusty impulse, and, moved by the way she loved the color and feel of the silky material, snatched it from the djinn's outstretched hands, fiercely clutched it to her hot bosom, sniffing it like cat, and rubbing her face across it, sensually.
Then she tried to pull the lovely gown over her head, since it had no zipper, only two small catches on the middle of its back, Judy guessed they were for tightening the material around her belly, once it had slid down over her bra-encased breasts. Leaving her brassiere on, though, proved impossible, since the clasps in its back kept catching on dangerously stretched material whenever she tried to slip the gown over her chest; a fatal design flaw, since this was the only damn way to put the gown on, apparently.
So, with her leg once more between Judy's knees, but this time standing up, very close to the now dizzy young blonde, lightly rubbing the tops of her own bare breasts against the still-encased bottoms of the software designer's sensitive breasts, in a headily distracting way, the luscious little genie leaned in to unclasp the bra, those long, pointy nipples of hers brushing warmly up against Judy's bare midriff in the process, and staying in this close contact while the jiggling djinn fumbled behind Judy's back with a recalcitrant clasp. When it finally came undone, far too soon for Judy, Genie lifted her face to Judy's, and slowly moved her lips over Judy's own, hesitating a moment, then closing the gap all the way by rising on tiptoe, and firmly kissing the software designer, who, despite the hovering approach, acted surprised by the bold action.
She decided to say nothing about this, especially considering she was having trouble stringing together any thoughts at all, her mind was smoky and languorous. The genie turned, putting the bra on the counter with the make-up.
Once the bra was out of the way, after lifting her arms to make things easier for Genie, Judy watched in the mirror as the silky gown slid down, over her head, shoulders, and breasts, to settle for a moment on her hips. While she judged the gown as very audacious from seeing her reflection, and as she pondered that, the genie muttered something softly, and nudged her legs together for a millisecond, the further apart after pushing something downwards. In the blink of an eye, her panties joined her brassiere in a pile on the counter, and the gown was being slid sensuously over her bare hips and ass, settling just a millimeter above the floor, since the tall beauty was now only wearing silk stockings hung on individual garters (no garter belt), under the diaphanous gown.
The genie next pulled the stunning blonde over in front of the full mirror that hid the bathroom, and ducked behind her body, subtly positioning Judy in a very sexy pose facing the mirror, with the djinn's clever hands tucking this, and shifting bits of cloth this or that way, until the whole ensemble met with her approval, if not Judy's. It was undeniably a very, very, wickedly sexy costume. The spiral designs on the front seemed to move hypnotically around her now fully distended nipples, and that silky material alternately gripped, or floated over, her large, sensitive breasts, but was just a titch too tight for it to leave any doubt that those were her own sumptuous, nipple-capped breasts; unclothed, boldly swelling beneath the gown, and un-augmented by the hands of man. When her eyes traveled down to the Vee beneath her belly, Judy gasped with horror (and not a little arousal). The entirety of her very feminine blonde bush was clearly visible through the palest section of the gown, strategically located for that exact effect, it seemed, over her pussy.
Before she could move to take off the offensive costume, the genie wrapped her arms around Judy from behind, and stood on tiptoes to kiss her neck, trailing her liquid tongue up to Judy's left ear, and sinking her teeth slowly into the lobe it found in that location. Judy felt her knees trembling, wanting to feel more of that talented tongue, but pulled away, rather than admit the effect these actions by Genie were having on her, and then bent over to pick up the water bottle, once again planning to buy a moment of time by taking a swig. As she bent from the waist, however, the saucy genie took that as an opportunity to slide her face downwards, slip her hands all the way to Judy's calves, taking a grip there, and kissed the soft rounded rump which Judy had momentarily left unguarded. Her strong hands held Judy by her calves while her breath and tongue massaged the surprised young Mistress through the silky pink gown's slippery rear.
"Stop it!" shouted Judy, hushing her own voice a bit mid-phrase as she did so.
"Does my Mistress not desire my attention? Am I earning a spanking?"
"No, just stop it!"
"What can I do to please you, Mistress?" asked the genie, with a calculated petulant look hovering around her luscious lips.
She looked so charmingly cute, with her even white teeth delicately biting her succulent, red lower lip, her beautiful, if pouting, face looking up from below the curvaceous blonde's own due to the measurable difference in their heights, so Judy instantly regretted the harshness that had been in the tone of her last protest. After all, this lovely genie was only trying to help her in the selection of her costume. She verbalized this to the djinn, saying, "Sorry, I'm just trying to... I have to collect myself so I can chose a costume for this trick."
She took a healthy swig from her water bottle, finishing it, and the genie handed her another without missing a beat. Why was she so hot in here?
"Does this gown not satisfy you, my Mistress?" asked the djinn, her hands once again reaching towards Judy's breasts as they nearly poured through the fabric of the gown, this time, before they reached their apparent targets, a finger on each hand moved towards Judy's sides instead, then landed, and began to trace each of the embroidered spirals, from its outer limit along her hips; around, and around, and around, slowly, until they both landed at almost the very same time exactly on the center of each of her hard nipples, where they oscillated freely for a moment, making the hot flesh beneath the sheer cloth flicker with internal fireworks.
Judy sharply inhaled, and stepped back from the genie's reach, nearly tripping backwards into the couch, but catching herself in time, and rapidly pulling the gown upwards until the bottom hem reached her hips. At this point the process became much more difficult because of the tightness across her chest, and the slipperiness of the silk. Luckily, with no further flirtatious efforts, the genie moved in closer, and helped the befuddled blonde get it off. As the bottom hem of the gown was pulled above her flushed face, Judy noticed that Genie, normally a full head shorter than the tall, curvy young software designer, but now that Judy was standing on her toes, was positioned with her lips just about an inch away from one of her hard-tipped nipples, which were even more excited than they'd been before, what with all that diaphanous material rubbing up against the bare skin of her titties, sliding over their aching nubs, back and forth for several minutes; Judy ached for the naughty genie to stop toying with her, and kiss them, bite them, roll them around in her sweet little smirking mouth; to make love to her now heaving breasts.
There had been a moment a week or so ago when this sort of desire had flared up inside of her, on a trip out shopping, with Leandra, again, this time mainly for the lithe boss lady, but the older brunette had handed Judy a bustier of pure raw silk, and instructed Judy to go try it on, adding "with no brassiere underneath, either, honey". The young software designer had slipped into another changing room, too shy to undress totally in front of her sophisticated mentor, then returned to the first room to find Leandra waiting, naked from the waist down, and wearing only a tight red bikini top above her magnificent hips. The enthusiastic older woman had then helped her smooth out the soft fabric over Judy's excited breast flesh, leaving no wrinkle whatsoever. When Leandra, looking sexy as sin with her soft breasts not even barely covered by the bright red bikini top, had gazed into her wide blue eyes, and reached over to squeeze Judy's own big breasts, as had become their habit on these happy forays into fashion.
It was in that dressing room that such a raw idea of initiating some girl on girl action had flashed like heat lightning through the mind of Judy, that recent addition to the brunette's computer security firm, as another such desire now did, again, but with a decidedly different woman.
Was she a lesbian?
Not daring to let go and explore that possibility right at this moment, Judy turned towards the rack, grabbing the first costume that her trembling hand could reach. As she brought it over for a closer inspection, she saw this would likely prove even worse than the first selection. It was a pale white string bikini top, with matching thong bottom, not easily discernible as being so skimpy, until you brought it closer. It was disguised, since it was hanging on the same hanger as a set of pale, creamy white, actually translucent, fairy wings, with clips for attaching them to the string of the bikini top.
Judy passed on that option immediately, but had a quick vision of herself, caught in a spotlight on a stage, the bright light making this white bikini top almost transparent, so that her nipples, and even her somehow darkened aureolae, were completely visible to every member of the audience. A tremble went through her thighs, just imagining that, so she drew in a deep breath and paused.
Genie seemed to sense her hesitation, but then hastily reached over for the very next option. This was not the last, but it was a shock, too, not for its audacity, but the reverse; because it seemed much more tame than all the others, being a one-piece swimsuit in plain blue fabric, heavier than the others had been, or even her own cream-colored silk blouse had been, and it seemed to have been designed and cut to fit someone exactly her size and shape. Setting that aside to rapidly check out the others, before returning to try it on, he began a speed-guided sort.
Not one was acceptable; each more erotic in design than the last; a short bustier with a completely unreasonable pair of crotch-less panties in matching bright red satin; a transparent oval poncho speckled with flashy sparkles, and with no bottom at all to go with it, even worse, too short to pretend to cover the crotch area; every one after that absolutely unusable to anyone with a scrap of morals, until the capper; a tight naughty nurse outfit suitable only for preliminary use at those kind of sorority costume parties (as Judy had once heard from her lab partner, Allie, in freshman year of college) where most girls only wore their costumes for their first guy from the party, and after that went naked; maybe some bimbo slut might wear that on a desperate quest for sexual satisfaction from nameless partners, but someone of higher intellect and morals, well...
During this whole process, Judy had forgotten that, other than pale gray silk stockings and the garters that held them up, she was herself naked as the proverbial jaybird. And with a dripping wet pussy, whether she wanted to admit it or not. These costumes might not be what she would choose to wear on stage herself tonight, but, despite her upbringing as a "good girl", they kept giving her VERY impure ideas.
Piling all the rejects in Genie's arms for her to put back on the rack, Judy opened out the one-piece to try it on. As she pondered whether or not to leave the stockings and garters on when she wore the swimsuit, the horny blonde looked over at the djinn, secretly hoping to get another good look at her ass, just in time to see the shapely servant stretching up to put the load of costumes on the rolling rack, getting the peek she desired, but much more. As she watched, Judy saw the rack slipping away as the scantily clad djinn tried to lift the hangers over the bar.
When the rolling rack accelerated away from the genie, she fell over, landing on the pile of rejected costumes she had in her up-stretched arms, tipping over crazily, ending her fall with her harem pants splitting down the rear seam, and her private parts totally exposed, as her legs slid apart above her in the tumble. Judy lunged over to try stopping her fall, only to slip to the floor, herself, with her face pushed right into the trimly shaved pussy of the djinn. The odor she smelled there was pungent, but strangely appealing, and her eyes, when they came uncrossed, were looking right into the split seam, at the juiciest little man-in-the-boat EVER, coasting along between two juicy ripe lips of swollen labia, unlike any Judy had ever seen or imagined. She stopped herself as she started to lick her own lips in a strange hunger.
Genie groaned, and shook her tempting ass, accidentally brushing her labia quickly across Judy's half-opened mouth, stirring up even more forbidden desires in the young, naive, software designer, giving her a taste treat. Her own pussy was flooding now, she sensed, and she thought she should get a hold on herself before she did something she'd regret. The margaritas she drank had been large, but enough time had passed since she had consumed the last of them that her lively libido should not still be this unleashed, her inhibitions this silent in the face of such a clear challenge.
With another twitch of her cute tan butt, the djinn was getting up, beating Judy to her feet, and offering her hand to help her Mistress stand up. "I am so sorry, Mistress; I will clean that all up in a moment. Are you all right? What is your next wish? How can I please you, Mistress?"
The djinn was so solicitous that Judy forgot for a moment what she had almost let herself do. When the genie's hands, dusting off her legs and arms, started to move towards her Mistress's heavy breasts, the fully aroused blonde stopped the gesture with a flustered flap of her arms, though, and picked up the demure one-piece swimsuit again, determined to get this show back on the road.
The show really must go on; and so should some clothes.
With the genie's help, the plain blue swimsuit was soon unzipped at the back, and Judy slipped her legs, still in those pale gray silk stockings and garters, through the leg holes, and she looked at herself in the mirror while the cute genie zipped her back up. The suit fit alright, if a little tight on her breasts and hips, but she thought she looked good. Not so good as to inspire wild lust, like the other costumes had all seemed designed to do, but too good for her to still believe that she was just some gawky geek with a high IQ, but a very low, or even a minus 'Hotcha' rating. She turned this and that way in front of the mirror, while the solicitous djinn fussed over her now-completely mussed up hair style.
When she was satisfied that this could be a costume she could wear in front of that audience, while acting as assistant to Mandringo's the Magician, Judy sat down on the couch again, and let the genie brush her hair back into more of an acceptable semblance of order, instead of what she now realized must be closer to what her freshman lab partner had called "the just fucked look".
When her every hair was back in its proper place, the genie had her stand up to gauge what improvements were next needed, especially in terms of lipstick and rouge. Once Judy was standing however, the djinn clucked loudly, pointed to her crotch, and said in that endearing Oriental accent, "Oh, no, that will never do, Mistress!"
In the full length mirror, Judy could see what she meant. The knockout blonde's unruly pubic hair, never any problem before, since she had never even been to a beach or swimming pool since puberty, and was not in the habit of wearing anything so short as it might expose that region; well, now that full blonde bush was definitely in need of a trim, since it was pouring out either side of the leg-holes on her swimsuit.
"I'll fix that, Mistress," said the servile djinn instantly, pulling down the zipper on the suit's back, sliding the straps off her shoulders, and the costume off her luscious body, then firmly pushing Judy back down onto the low, furry couch, leaving the now vacated swimsuit down around her ankles, while she ran into the bathroom, coming back instantly, it seemed, with a small toiletries bag.
Taking out and shaking an aerosol container, she squirted what turned out to be a mildly heated foamy patch of soap into her dexterous hand, reached down to Judy's exposed crotch, and smeared the foam across that bushy pubic hair. Next, telling Judy to relax and lie back, leave everything to her Genie, who promised she would enjoy it, the pert little handmaiden djinn took an official-looking power shaver out of the toiletries bag, flipped a switch, and moved into a position straddling Judy's right leg. At the last moment, before the power shaver touched a single curly hair, the sexy Oriental nymphette in torn harem pants turned off the shaver, pushed on Judy's pelvis, and tutted her tongue loudly, but somehow still in time with the exotic music that had been playing the whole time they had been preparing the hot young lady for her big stage magician debut, and whispered softly, "You still are not relaxed enough, my Mistress. See how your legs are quivering, as if from fear; see how your jaw is clenched, and note your shoulders keep hunching in a tense way? These are not a good signs."
Judy could not deny any of those symptoms, but thought to herself, 'I'm not quivering with fear, my dear, but with an unhealthy lustful anticipation that you, my super sexy servant girl, will start fingering my wet pussy; I'm not clenching my jaw from tension, thinking about the trick ahead of me, out on that stage with Mandringo, but from trying to stop myself from enjoying what I think you, a horny little packet of ripe sexuality are about to do to me; and my shoulders are tensing, you sweet little genie, because I am fighting against an incredibly overwhelming impulse to just grab you like the juicy Oriental dish I believe you to be, by your perfectly shaped ears, and plunge your beautiful face hard into my hungry pussy.'
Judy did not think she had said any of that aloud, but frankly was quickly losing the ability to distinguish such matters of reality and fantasy, she had gotten so hot.
Whether she had heard these thoughts from Judy or not, the genie rustled around in a purse under the make-up table, during which time Judy contemplated the perfect globes of her exposed rear, juicily visible through that parted seam. Then the genie turned around, flashing her vagina, since the tear had made a complete circuit of the hem uniting both legs of the harem pants, sat back down on the rolling stool, pulling Judy's quivering right leg back between her barely covered thighs, and held a slim hand-rolled cigarette up to her luscious lips. It only took a second to light with a silver butane lighter from the same purse, and, as soon as it was lit, the nymphette passed it, sucking end first, to Judy. And, once the curious blonde had taken it in her hand, uncertain as to whether she should smoke it or not, the genie began reaching across her naked hips, to a pouch inside one of the couch's legs next to Judy, to find an ornately carved ivory ashtray, which she then balanced carefully on her reclining Mistress's belly. If nothing else, that guaranteed the lusty young software designer would lie still as possible through whatever came next.
'Only YOU can prevent forest fires,' thought Judy, giggled and took a puff.
Judy had only smoked weed twice, both times in college, and both times alone in a candle-lit dormitory room with her freshman BFF, the lab partner she had been reminded of so many times today. Had Allie been a lesbian? Is that why, after that one time Judy had experimented with kissing another girl, but refused to try it again a week later, they had drifted apart? Had Judy somehow spurned her friend's sexual advances unintentionally, cutting off what could have been, if today's adventures indicated anything, a very stimulating avenue of relaxation?
While these thought idled through Judy's drifting mind, bumping like a pinball off sparks of pure horniness that were strewn all over her mental landscape, like bumpers, the genie began to smear more heated foam from her fingers onto the bushy pubes those clever digits were on a mission to tame. It was certainly imbuing a relaxing feeling in her groin, and the blonde went with the flow and drew in two more deep breaths of marijuana smoke, holding them in her lungs like Allie had taught her. Then she heard a buzzing, that started high pitched, then slipped down a whole octave when the buzzing shaver hit her bush of fair yellow pubic hair.
Oh, what a feeling THAT gave her. Now all that amorphous horniness in her loins had something to sink its teeth into, to concentrate on, refine itself around. She had been right about what joy the genie would bring her, oh, yeah! All her earlier sexual frustration, most of which had not even been perceivable to her conscious mind, all that pent up desire stirred up by Leandra over the past few months, and her zaftig redheaded sexpot friend Freda, and the nameless black sports star in the audience who had tried to approach her, and, yes, very definitely the tall, buff and musky Mr. King, not to mention the magical giant black stud Mandringo, both of whom wore that heady aftershave...
After shave! Oh, yes, after this shave she would need a nap!
Another toke, while the shaver swirled across new turf, and a novel set of sexually-charged images floated across the young software genius's mind; images of Mr. King's bulge, a whiff of his musk, a snatch of her genie's sweet shaven snatch, Leandra posing in the brightly lit dressing room, her gym-toned middle aged body exposed to view from the waist down, Mandringo's sweaty black torso and heavy bulge; Judy suddenly realized, as the orgasm which had been building up all evening, it seemed, raged skyward through her spontaneously arching body; she wasn't a lesbian! She just loved sex! Really LOVED sex!
You learn something new, and wonderful, some days!
Judy had reached a plateau, a rarefied plane where all the things that had been bothering her seemed unimportant; in that moment of clarity, only her bursting orgasm held any notable meaning in the universe. Then, as her marvelously magical djinn cooed over her newly clean-shaven mons, wiping away stray wisps of soap with a warm wash cloth, the horniness began to return, reassemble itself on the tips of the genie's fingers, which now were spreading out a lotion, tickling her soaking clitoris every third rub, sending tingling scouts up from her groin, all the way to the slopes of her breasts, across her neck to her earlobe; in fact everywhere she had skin or nerve endings, all at once.
A tongue grazed across her clitoris next, sucking it slyly out of its hooded hideaway, launching lightning strikes deep, deeper, and deeper yet into her tingling body, and her astrally-wandering soul, until it became too much entirely, and she lost consciousness in another paroxysm of release, the last impression to reach her fading mind being of the well-endowed genie with the talented tongue drawing back from her open pussy long enough to rescue the lit joint from her trembling fingers and to lift the ashtray from her belly. Then she had a vision of that head bowing again to her obviously tasty gash...
The lights didn't go out, they took over.
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When she awoke, the genie was tenderly applying lipstick to the nipples, the aureolae, and the lowest curve under her breasts, something Judy saw no reason for doing. As she hummed along with that pulsing, throbbing music, the genie smiled at her, licked a finger, and drew it along the underside of Judy's right breast. Beside awakening yet again fiery lusts in her belly, this calculated action had the effect of smearing the small line of lipstick which her sexy servant had drawn a moment earlier, and creating a shadow that would highlight her breast size if a spot were to catch it. But why would a spotlight get there, under her swimsuit?
As if reading her mind, the loving genie whispered, "It always pays to be prepared," then leaned in, pressing her body against Judy's warm thighs, and kissed her breast just above the nipple, driving all thoughts out of the blonde's horny mind. While Judy felt a series of after-shocks rippling through her body, she watched with a kind of awe as the genie licked another finger, and performed the same ritual on her panting, anticipating, aroused left breast.
How long had she been away from the stage making these preparations they were just now finishing? Was Mandringo the Magician still there, waiting patiently for her return, so he could use her voluntary assistance in that Special Trick he had promised the audience and his friend? Judy felt a chill go down her spine, just as a juicy thrill ran the opposite direction through her pussy, towards her titties, inspired by the tracings of the genie's tongue. She really had a strong urge, almost a visceral sense of duty, about this voluntary service she had signed up for, and found herself completely committed, obsessively desiring to please Mandringo, any way she could.
Stretching her arms high above her head to nullify any kinks in her neck, Judy placed her feet squarely on the floor, and stood up. The genie correctly took this as the signal to pull the swimsuit back up her legs, shape it around her ass and pussy, which gave the naughty wench an excuse to drag a finger cross the lips of that pussy before the thick fabric confined her now bald mons, and then zip Judy's suit up at the back, carefully tucking those artfully made-up nipples into the proper curves of cloth.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess," said Judy, and then asked her helper, "Do you have any idea WHEN Mandringo wants us back on stage?"
"Actually, Mistress, he sent a messenger while you were resting, and the time is now upon us."
"Well, my hot little Genie," Judy said goofily, touching the slim, well-packaged sexpot under her chin, "I'd kiss you for good luck, but I'm afraid that would smudge the lipstick you just applied so carefully."
"I have something I can give you for luck, Mistress," smiled the genie, taking her accent down a notch in the process. With a gesture of intimate servitude, she took off the curly-toed Arabic sandals she was wearing, all blue with delicate gold embroidery, and bent down to place them carefully over the gray silk stockings which still graced Judy's shapely legs, They were a perfect match for the swimsuit and stockings, and made Judy feel totally beautiful and sexy, the way she thought the assistant of an important magician like Mandringo deserved his servants to be.
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As Judy stepped out of the stage right entrance onto the Zebra Club stage, moving carefully out the thrust walkway to a dimly lit "X" marked on the floor in masking tape, a huge silvery screen was just being flown up into the fly space on wires, and some machine was giving off the eerie sounds of a projector going into its cooling cycle, rather audibly, up in the booth at the back of the hall. Judy wondered what movie or slide show the audience had been shown. Was it all part of Mandringo's magic act, or something else she had missed?
She had been so busy elsewhere, getting two (or was it three?) terrific orgasms from her magical little Genie (the best sex in her life, if not the only), that Judy had no idea at all what had been happening up in the Zebra Club Halloween Special Show. All she knew was that Mandringo had met her backstage a moment before, and told her to sneak out in the darkened Club, and stand on the "X" on stage until he called upon her.
The crowd, which had been whispering and fidgeting when she came, unseen, to the end of the thrust stage, now fell into a complete hush, as Mandringo the Magician appeared in a spotlight on the far left side of the stage, and began speaking, as he gradually worked his way further onto the stage.
"In ancient times," he began, "millennia before the first Halloween, when True Man first tamed the wild beasts, and swept their various spirits into the shamans' pouch and the sacred places for safe-keeping; back before the white men came, tricking the True Men into slavery, and capturing all the sexual energies, especially of women everywhere, into vile servitude to insipid, maudlin, pasty-faced hypocrisy; back in the glorious days when manly warriors walked their way across the whole wild globe, siring their heirs in thousands of happy women's loins, satisfied on cold nights by the smoldering fires of a thousand camps; when Black Men were revered by all around them, even those insipid monkeys who later turned into the so-called 'Superior White Race', and every black or white woman alive proudly proclaimed her utter devotion to powerful black cocks such as only swing between a True Man's strong legs; in their adherence to an even higher principle than any ever touted by those purported 'moral authorities' of today's world, True Black Men set aside that night which falls after the glories of summer have faded, that night when the sun stays away from sight exactly as long as it stands gloriously above us in the open sky of day, in other words, on what we would today call the Autumnal Equinox; on the night of that day it was deemed MOST HOLY to welcome a specially chosen maiden or two to womanhood, symbolically sacrificing her, who had never slept with a man before, most especially never slept with a True Man, a powerful BLACK man, and to give her in that night an experience she would NEVER forget!" Mandringo paused, made a gesture above his head, then to his right, then to his left, then downwards, making as if to crawl, but rising at the last moment, then pointed into the center of the club, and shouted, "Behold!"
The spotlight hit Judy Davenport right between the eyes. Then it widened to reveal her in all her shapely glory.
When the spotlight hit her, cheers and whistles went up from the crowd, and men all around her began stamping their feet, and Mandringo had to wait out their frenzied cheering for Judy, since no mystic gesture in his repertoire seemed to hold any power over this crowd now. When the wild applause had died down, and a last loud whistle had faded into silence, Mandringo pointed to the voluptuous young goddess, Judy Davenport, all the way down the thrust stage from where he stood now, at the vertex where main stage and thrust walkway met, and told her to turn and face him.
This done, the magician intoned, very seriously, a question to her, "Are you prepared now, my beautiful, courageous, graceful assistant? Prepared to do anything whatsoever, face any challenge I put before you, to put on or take off any armor, pick up any lance, to mount any steed, gallop into any fray, climb over any battlement, in order to pursue the successful completion of the tasks assigned in this, my Halloween Special Trick?"
While he had been stentoriously addressing these questions to her across that gulf, Judy had been feeling, in her very bones, the pulses of that damned music, which was back again, louder, echoing through the entire dark Zebra Club, throbbing through her pussy, exciting her into an even greater horniness than that which she had thought slaked by the genie's fingers and tongue. Her mouth was dry again, and, as if reading her mind, the genie darted up to the stage from beside her, reached her hand up while standing on tiptoes in the sexiest possible way, and delivered her another bottle of water.
Before attempting to answer Mandringo's questions, Judy took a healthy swallow of the water, swished some around her mouth for another moment, then swallowed it and sighed, "Whatever it takes to help you in this enchantment, Sir, as is my duty as your assistant."
"And a gorgeous assistant you are, my Judy!" Mandringo chuckled, waving a hand to silence the audience before they broke into more cheering and whistling. "I am proud that someone like you would be happy to do whatever it takes to please me."
"Thank you, Sir." Judy found herself saying, as more ripples of lust circled around her hips and thighs, throbbing with the music, rewarding her for saying the right words.
"Alright, my dear, let us begin. First, you must stand straight and tall, and do not look anywhere but at my face, gaze into my eyes, only my eyes, until I release you from this command. You and I are as if alone in the Universe, and you cannot look away from my eyes. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Now another person, someone else who is involved in this trick, is going to come up behind you. You will not look at them. Under no circumstances whatsoever are you to so much as glance in any direction but towards me. You gaze only into my eyes. The person will be behind you with my permission, but you will not look in their direction, or shift in your position. You will remain standing straight and tall, gazing into my eyes, only my eyes."
"Yes, Master Mandringo."
"Take another swallow of that water, if you wish, my dear Judy. You will need to keep your throat lubricated for most of this trick."
Judy took another swallow, and was surprised to see that the entire bottle was gone now. Her pussy was itching, too, in a very naughty way, which screamed for her hand to reach down and scratch it, but she did not want to change her pose now, not after those stern commands from Master Mandringo.
Behind her Judy heard a creak from a board in the stage, and in her peripheral vision she detected a subtle shift in the light as it fell behind Mandringo on the dark plush velvet curtain to his immediate right. The light breeze from behind her wafted a hint of some musk into her alert nostrils, maybe the same variety as Mr. King and Master Mandringo had been wearing, deeply evocative of sex and sinful pleasures like it, manly and powerful. Whoever it was behind her now was wearing a similar cologne, which, like with the two giant black men before, was stirring the Judy's juices into ever greater horniness. She had collapsed, drained, after what was certainly the most powerful orgasm in her life, less than a half hour ago, but now wanted to start rutting all over again.
Was she a nymphomaniac? A bisexual nymphomaniac?
"Let the other person come close to you, my dear Judy Davenport, but do not forget my instructions. You are never to turn around until I command it, nor do less than stand totally straight and tall, gazing into my eyes."
"Yes, Master Mandringo," said Judy again, and discovered that merely saying those words, sent a shiver of lust down from mouth which spoke them, to her firm breasts, to her lubricating pussy, and on down her long, curved legs below.
The person behind her was tall, taller than Judy, perhaps, and a man, she guessed, which was instantly confirmed to her when she heard him clear his throat in a rich baritone voice, which was heard all over the Club, the audience was that still. The excited blonde knew that all around her, seated at the round tables covered with deep-stained linens, in the darkened booths around the corners, at the bar, though now so still, there were a multitude of big black men and their white women, all around her. She had seen them as she took her position on the thrust walkway. Without having seen his arrival, but only sensed it, Judy knew there was such a big black man behind her; maybe the biggest. But she obeyed her Master Mandringo, and kept her eyes glued to his.
"Let your hands be drawn behind you now, Judy," commanded Mandringo, "That other person is going to take your hands behind you for a moment, and you will let them be moved wherever they are taken."
Strong hands grasped each of her wrists, and the young, lust-addled, software designer felt both her hands moved to a position directly above the crack of her butt, and there they were placed on top of a wide rubbery tube. Or it felt like a tube, but was warmer than rubber. Judy was trying to figure out just what this object was being thrust into her hands, when that throbbed, and she had a mental vision of a huge, more-than-foot-long, thick penis, something like earlier in the show those costumed dancers had been pretending to hide under their loin cloths, etc., during the opening dance and parade. Judy thought that would be a funny thing if it were one of those stunt props, and suppressed a giggle.
"Keep your eyes gazing into mine, Judy," said Mandringo, approaching her now, slowly pacing off the distance, all the while gluing her eyes to his with a hypnotic gaze. "Stand straight and tall, my dear, and still let the person behind you guide your hands." As he approached, the scent of that powerful musk grew and grew, until it seemed to fill the whole room and sweep Judy off into a fantasy of licking a huge black cock. Still she stood straight and tall, and the grasping hands behind her directed her hands to wrap around the tube, which now seemed to have sprung a leak at the top, as a sticky substance now trickled down over Judy's hands, which, try as she might, she could not wrap them completely around that swollen tube. Now both her wrists were being held by one huge hand, while something big, thrilling and warm, was thrust between her thighs from behind; it fumbled with something on her swimsuit, directly under her hot crotch, and then whatever it was (a hand? A huge hand?) was withdrawn slowly, but stroked her ass in passing, slowly cupping one of the cheeks and squeezing. That was definitely a hand. Remembering Mandringo's command, she kept standing straight and tall, gazing into his eyes.
Mandringo was stalking backwards to his former position at the other end of the thrust walkway now, and the hand behind her was at work stroking Judy's left buttock, while the other hand was moving Judy's captive hands slowly up and down the sticky tube. It couldn't possibly be a penis; it was OVER a foot long, and so thick that Judy couldn't get her hands to go all the way around the big wet column. The musk oozing around her was just making her imagination go wild, filling her mind with such impossible things, the lusty young blonde thought, while images of big black cocks danced, larger and larger, before her mind's eye.
Once he was back in his old position, Mandringo waved the audience, which had started to whisper and titter amongst themselves, into silence, then announced in his deep baritone voice, "I will need all of you in the audience to help me in this last step of my trick. The magic word is..." here he paused dramatically, while the music throbbing through the club was brought up a few notches, and the tempo shifted, becoming incredibly more urgent, it seemed.
"Big black cock' thought Judy.
"BIG BLACK COCK!" said Mandringo, as if reading her mind.
The audience roared, and under Mandringo the Magician's direction, all repeated that phrase in unison, matching the rhythm of the throbbing, pulsing, twisting music. "BIG BLACK COCK! BIG BLACK COCK! BIG BLACK COCK!" they chanted, and suddenly Mandringo turned his tall, muscular, black body towards Judy, leaned forward, as if about to launch himself into a race, and shouted to her, "Now raise your arms as far above your head as you can!" and started to run.
After the first few steps, Mandringo launched his body off the stage, rolling forwards into a hand spring, then pushing himself off the floor, flipping over in the air once, and landing, soft as a cat, on both his feet, facing Judy in a crouch as his knees bent, with his nose less than an inch from her pussy.
As the chanting continued, louder and louder, "BIG BLACK COCK! BIG BLACK COCK! BIG BLACK COCK!" the mob cried; Judy felt the hand behind her back unzip the top part of her swimsuit, sliding the zipper slowly down to her ass, where the hand doing this poked in under the fabric to cop another feel, but this time without anything between the hand and her ass. As the chant (and the amplified music) reached a crescendo, Mandringo leaned forward, thrusting his big black nose into Judy's twat, and ostentatiously sniffing it, which sent another ripple of undefeatable lust right into the blonde's pussy (and of laughter through the audience), setting her legs to quivering as she stretched her arms up towards the ceiling.
"Now you see it; now you don't! BIG BLACK COCK!" Mandringo shouted, louder than all those other voices together, and his arms flashed to the sides of Judy's swimsuit, grabbed a hold at the outside of each leg hole, and he stood up so rapidly his feet left the floor.
The blue swimsuit left Judy's body, too.
Mandringo had it in his hand, held high, like an Olympian victor proudly holds his trophy, and Judy was completely naked, except for a pair of pale gray silk stocking, held up by pretty blue garters, and the heavily embroidered pair of blue and gold Arabic pointy slippers.
The crowd went wild.
"You may kiss the bride," Mandringo shouted jovially to the man behind Judy, and the crowd went wild again.
"Why don't YOU kiss the bride, Mandringo," said a deep baritone voice behind Judy, who thought she recognized it as Mr. King's voice, but had not been released from her command not to look away from Mandringo's gazing eyes by her Master, so she wasn't sure.
The crowd was getting completely out of hand, from the sounds flying up from all around her, and the music was now faster yet, pumping everyone into a frenzy.
"I believe that I will!" shouted Mandringo, then added, "Why don't you hold her up for me, my friend?"
The man behind Judy took one buttock in each hand, lifted her with ease, and spread apart her legs, holding her nude body, with her naked mons now up to Mandringo's face level. Trying to keep gazing into her Master's eyes was almost impossible now, sitting in the palms of some strong man's hands so high above the ground, so it was a terrific relief to the stunned blonde when the Master looked up into her eyes from her waist level, and said, almost lovingly, as one big hand reached up to tweak one of her nipples, "I hereby release you from all of my previous commands, you can freely let your eyes roam wherever they desire, and let your voice be raised however you choose."
So saying, he plunged his face into her thoroughly lubricated pussy, and all Judy wanted to use her voice for was the screams of joy his big tongue was inspiring in her heart. She did twist her head around, and confirmed that the man holding her up with such ease was indeed Solomon King, who was as naked as she, and rising up from below the torso of huge muscles carved in glittering ebony, where the tube she had tried to wrap her hands around had been, REALLY WAS what she had thought a mere fantasy, perfectly shaped and proportioned BIG BLACK COCK! As Judy screamed her way towards yet another orgasm around Mandringo's agile tongue, she glanced into the audience, gasping at what met her eyes there.
There was a full-fledged Big Black Cock orgy in progress on the Zebra Club floor, with all those well-dressed muscular black sports figures her friend Freda had pointed out, now UNdressed, and being sucked or fucked by all those curvy white sluts who had been pawing their suits before. Scanning the undulating bodies in the crowd, Judy located Freda, who was no longer alone. She had one big black cock in her mouth, or rather, in her pale freckled throat, and another in her wildly undulating pussy, riding it for all she was worth, as its owner held her rotating white breasts and guided her motion, the contrast between their skin shades a marvel to behold, while the redhead was reaching for a third big black cock with her free left hand.
At one table a black stud was pumping away into the pussy of a short blonde with very wide hips as she bent over her chair, screaming obscenities. At another table, two naked black bucks, their sinewy backs glistening with sweat, were vigorously double-teaming a raven-tressed Mediterranean woman with olive skin, whose shouts of exultation rang off the ceiling. Everywhere there were naked couple and trios engaged in a frenzy of sex.
The genie was nowhere to be seen.
As Mandringo's tongue action brought her to the first in a series of climaxes, and a copious flow of cum flew out of her cunt, Judy felt her body being lowered, and someone else's small hands positioning a huge cock at the gates of her wet labia, and then helping that thick pole as it was sliding in the first inch or so of her virgin pussy. Looking down as she was gradually lowered onto the tip of Mr. King's big black cock, she saw it was being guided into her wet gash by her loyal Genie, who winked up at the fiercely spasming blonde's face, saying in what suddenly now was a totally Boston accent, "Welcome to the club, honey."
"Take it easy on me, I've never done this before," said Judy, panting as new, intense waves of pleasure swept through her blood. Not the pain she feared, but still it was only the tip of Solomon's huge cock that had entered her as yet.
"Your first big black cock, honey?" asked the djinn from her position next to Judy's slippery clit.
"NO!" said Judy with a gasp, as another inch pushed up into her pussy, and this time there WAS a flash of pain.
"You're a virgin, Judy?" asked the djinn, who had stopped herself from licking the tasty morsel in front of her face out of shock. "How old are you?"
"27. 28 in December," gasped Judy, between alternating waves of pleasure and pain.
The genie with a Boston accent ducked down between her legs, and Judy heard her shout excitedly, "Mr. King, you got yourself an honest-to-God 27 year old virgin here, honey."
"For real?" he rumbled back. "I thought I had smelled something like that the first time we met." Then his pushing up into her slowed for a moment, letting Judy get used to the size and position of the wide warm thing inside her wet slit, while his big strong hands held her, still suspended in the air.
At this point, having overheard the genie's announcement about Judy's virginity, Master Mandringo moved in, took a moment to whisper something to Solomon King, then came back to stand in front of the tall blonde. She was lowered until her feet were back on the floor, Mr. King bending over to make this possible without impaling her any further. In this new position Judy was bent over, tits hanging down, cupped by Mr. King, who was also bending over behind her, so that his long thick cock was able to slowly stretch her pussy into submission; with Master Mandringo's huge black pole now released from his pants, the first big black cock Judy had ever had so clearly in her sight, right in front of her blue, glazed-over eyes, a testament to the superiority of the black race, measuring in at just over twelve inches, with a large bulbous tip, dark veins ribbing up the sides, and tennis ball sized testicles underneath. Without any prompting, Judy stuck out her tongue to lick a drop of pre-cum from the tip, which was rapidly replaced by another, which tasted just as delicious, and so it went until she decided to cut out the middle man, and sucked the entire knob all the way in her mouth.
As Judy began to get accustomed to the first three inches of Mr. King's giant dick in her pussy, and the knob of Master Mandringo's cock in her mouth, she felt a tongue licking away at her clit from underneath the trio ensemble. Guessing correctly that this was the genie from Boston, she let another orgasm rip though her body, and inspire her to a kind of song; and while she was so relaxed from this tidal wave of pleasure, she felt something ripping inside her pussy, and a few minutes later, as the fifth inch of Solomon entered her love tunnel, she looked up to see the genie tapping Master Mandringo on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear, and then gesturing for him to pull out of her mouth for a moment.
Once Master Mandringo had retracted his tool, the sexy little djinn wiggled into a stooping position so that she could be face to face with her former Mistress. Grabbing her by the ears, she pulled Judy into a full out French kiss, and it dawned on the blonde, after the sweet shock of the genie's swirling, dueling tongue on her own had worn off a bit, that she wasn't just tasting her own pussy in that voracious mouth, she was tasting a bit of blood on her lover's tongue; her own. "Happy Halloween, you blood sucker," shouted Genie, "You sure ain't a virgin anymore!"
Now you see it, now you don't!
Another orgasm swept through Judy Davenport's gorgeous blonde body. Then another, as Mr. King thrust onwards, and her Master Mandringo pushed his big black dick further into her mouth. Then another; and then... well, she lost count.
When Master Mandringo filled her mouth, then covered her face and titties with his delicious cum, she was ecstatic.
When Mr. King filled her pussy with cum, the genie sucked it all out, and shared some of it with her, mouth to mouth. It was even more delicious. Then Mandringo slid his cock into her slit, easing it slowly in until his curly pubic hair was rubbing closely against her hairless mons...
While she was screaming from one of the first orgasms Master Mandringo's big black cock began putting her through, Mr. King held his fully recuperated black cock in front of her screaming open mouth, and soon she was swallowing the whole beautiful rod into her throat. Soon the hard working big black cock slut-in-training had sucked it all the way in, quickly learning how to over-ride her gag reflex to get it all the way in, then feeling it pulse its glorious milky seed into her wanting belly, being pulled back to permit her to taste more on her tongue, and then her new master marked her with his cum all over her face and chest.
She just LOVED sex, and sex with big black cocks beat all else she'd felt or imagined all hollow.
Overcome with a desire to absorb as much of the delicious sperm as she could, the big-titted blonde swept handfuls of it off her face and tits, scooping it into her voracious mouth, and sliding it around on her tongue.
When Judy looked up from this, she watched Mr. King as he put lubricant on his long tool, and then, with the sexy djinn again helping, he turned the seemingly insatiable hottie around, and eased that big black cock, gorgeous knob first, into the young blonde's virgin asshole; taking his time, so she wouldn't be hurt too badly, before waves of vast pleasure took over, and all pain was forgotten, along with most other things from normal space and time.
Things just kept getting better and better.
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That was Friday night, around midnight. Sometime Saturday evening, maybe 7:30, the last of Solomon's big business managers had wiped his cock off on her face, stood up, and walked out to his car.
Sore, in every orifice, down every limb, even in her scalp, which was sticky with semen spilled from big black cocks, Judy Davenport nonetheless felt light years happier than ever before in her entire short life.
Sometime after he penetrated her anal canal, finishing his trip around her world, and before he turned her over to his King Enterprises management team for further orientation, Mr. King had explained her new role in life; serving him as an employee, a fuck slave, and whatever other way he chose to define, for as long as he chose to keep her.
Specifically, he had a project in mind which would utilize her computer software talents, and prove lucrative to all his businesses. He had been assured by Leandra when they met, that the security program which had grown out of Judy's original breakthrough would soon be used by almost every agency of the government, as well as most banks and other big international corporate entities.
She would design a secret backdoor for King Enterprises; nothing too obvious, and never to be used for any purposes which gathered information or data which couldn't arguably have been discovered by some other method; that would be the kind of stupid mistake that would make their game too easily detected.
Judy had already begun, even while her body was being put through paces she would never have dreamed before, in turn taking her lower into submission, and higher into ecstasy than ever could have been forecast from all previous norms of her behavior; through it all, in a small section of her mind which had been freed by Solomon's wise usurping of her individual will, the young sex machine was also preparing an elegant solution to the problem posed, her totally devoted mind completely devoid of any concern over the ethical problems posed by selling institutions a Trojan Horse security system, ignoring even the double entendre of that name for the application, as one after another of King's big black lieutenants had their way with her; the which she rapidly, happily, adopted as HER way with her.
When the last of them stalked out to his car, Judy went looking for Freda, to get a ride home, so she could get on her laptop and work out some lines of program for this new project. Strangely, though every muscle and joint in her body was aching, the young software designer wasn't sleepy until she found Freda, curled up on the low couch in the plush dressing room her Genie had taken her to those many hours before. Or was that another Judy Davenport? Yes, it had been someone else. Someone very fucked up in her approach to sexuality.
Freda was naked, except for a feather earring she must have picked up somewhere, since she hadn't been wearing it when they'd arrived at the Zebra Club, and there was a peacock feather stuck to her right buttock, an inch away from her very cream-pied pussy. It also was clear that Freda was a natural redhead.
Looking down at the splayed legs, each pretty nice to look at, and the delicious tushy, Judy didn't even fight the urges she felt, but pushed the legs further apart to taste from those labia lips the juice of some big black cock. It was genuine ambrosia to her puffy tongue, even now. She would never get enough.
Freda stirred as she felt the lapping on her pussy doors, and rolled into a position, sleepily, which accommodated her friend's access, reveling in her work, while still only partially conscious. Judy cleaned it all up, then pushed her friend over, so that she, too, could nap on the couch.
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Around two in the morning Sunday, her friend Freda and she were awakened by an urchin-like tickling of their naked fannies by a short, voluptuous Genie, still, or maybe only once again, dressed in her silk harem pants, with a long split seam up the crack of her tasty looking ass. She was cooing softly, and switching back and forth between the two young women's nude butts, using a long peacock feather taken from the ivory umbrella stand, as she sat a few feet away, safe from reprisal on the rolling stool.
When they woke up enough to merrily fight back, a three-way duel erupted of peacock feathers at two paces, and soon everyone was giggling together, and then hugging each other, and then...
The genie did magical things to Freda on the fur-lined dentist chair, flipping extensions and arms around to raise her feet up above her head. Then Freda showed her a way they could all three use one particular re-shaping of the chair, if they just twisted their bodies around like...
And Judy got to taste Genie's sweet pussy again, without hesitation, indecision, or interruption, and to extract from her suitable revenge for her earlier deflowering... while a gleeful Freda gladly helped by working on the djinn's pointy nipples... with her moist pussy.
Later, as they slowly wound down, hugging and cuddling as much as the three of them could on the too narrow couch, even once it was flattened out again; they were able to talk about things in greater depth, other than being restricted to only saying, "move your ass over an inch or two," etc..
Asia, which the genie told them was her real name (or was that only her real stage name?), invited them to a REAL Halloween party at Mr. King's that night, since this was only now Halloween. So, after another short nap, a shared shower in that well-appointed bathroom, and some time trying on more costumes (Judy chose the silky pink gown, with nothing on underneath), a few of which Asia had to fetch from another dressing room so as to fit the rounder Freda, they proceeded to the boss man's Manhattan penthouse.
On the way, Freda said, having trouble keeping her eyes on the road in her excitement, "I'm so glad I got to try out the very same furry chiropractor's bench as you gobbled Judy on, Asia."
It dawned on Judy that Freda would not have known about that moment, in the normal course of events, and so she asked how the bouncy receptionist knew about it.
"I watched it, along with everybody else in the Zebra Club, silly!" said her friend without missing a single beat. "And it'll probably be up online soon, too, if it isn't already."
"Huh?"
"Didn't you know everything you went through was being projected for all King's employees at the party to watch?" asked the clueless redhead.
"She knows now," said Asia, preparing for some flood of tears, or other violent emotional outburst.
"Well, that makes sense," was all Judy said, and that with little emotion in her voice. After nobody said anything for a minute or two, she added, "I had wondered about that screen above the stage."
They were silent for a minute or two more, then Judy said jovially, "I guess the Master Mandringo's Special Trick was really ME all along, girl friends!" They all laughed uproariously, until they found they had wept tears of joy, while the skyline of Manhattan, lit up like a Christmas tree, flashed past the car's right window, flickering between supports of the George Washington Bridge, and there, in the distance, the tallest, the Twin Towers stood proudly, reflecting palely off Hudson River waters.
They made it to King's penthouse with no further outcry about those prior hours.
They made up for that with all the things they did in the many hours after. Plenty of outcrying was had by all.
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It was a sunny Monday afternoon outside her office window, rare for a first day of November. Below the streets were filling with office workers going to lunch. On any other day Judy Davenport would probably have opened the window to let in a bit of fresh air. As it was, she preferred to keep the heavy musk inside, to heighten its effect.
The much more confident new Judy, carefully wiping a track of delicious white sperm off her face, and sucking it off her fingers, one by one, so as not to let it go to waste, picked up the rounded handset from the telephone on her desk, and casually dialed an in-house extension. When the other end was connected, she said, most sincerely, "Oh, Leandra, something has come up on Mr. Solomon King's system, and I don't think I can handle it alone. Could you come into my office for a few minutes?"
Listening to the response with only half her mind, while she studied the muscles of the powerful black man sitting in naked glory in her visitor's chair, she made a crude gesture, then said, in full artifice-mode, "That would be just great, I just know that a woman of your experience will figure out exactly what to do when you see all this."
As Judy hung the phone's handset gently back into its cradle, Freda took Solomon's tasty cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Do you really think that Lesbo bitch can handle it?"
"Who you callin' a Lesbo, honey? I still can feel where that tongue was last night!"
"Yeah, Okay," said the redheaded slut. "And I already did the first part of this by putting that Xcite in her coffee pot. She'd already had two cups before I came in here, so you know she's gotta have her engine revving by now!"
"And I've got more bottled water here on the shelf for later," said the tall blonde. "We'll pull this trick off."
"But I've never seen her even LOOK at a man," Freda nagged again. "You really think this'll work?"
" I'm certain that, with a little team work on all our parts, even Leandra could learn her true position. Aren't I right, Master?"
Solomon King simply smiled, and reached for a handkerchief, waiting for the show to begin.
The End
This story deserves praise. Fits in the E&I universe and is well written. The story line is similar to others gut the descriptive prose, particularly the genie scene, is outstanding. Well done to the guest author
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