The Magician

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Raven had never been very good at reading the signs of interaction. She needed it all spelling out. But when the handsome, probably younger than her and kind of enigmatic man made a bee line for her as she went about her usual visits, she was intrigued.

 

He was curious. Asked her lots of questions, made an effort to show an insight, and seemed unusually focussed upon their brief interaction. He explained that he was just there whilst his pub was closed. That he got a lot out of his temporary role, but he was a showman, and too egotistical to do it long term. He was a magician. She likes magic. 

 

He didn’t just tell her he ran a pub though. He told her the pub that he ran. Perhaps he just liked detail. She could relate to that. But perhaps he wanted her to know. 

 

So sufficiently intrigued, she decided that venturing out to said establishment as soon as the pubs were open was a must.

 

She was free and intrigued after all.

 

She didn’t really think anything would come of it. But she donned her favourite under attire just in case, coupled with some fishnet stockings and her favourite DM boots. Eyes lined, lips puckered and ***ted red, hair plaited. She looked good enough. 

 

Raven hadn’t asked a friend to accompany her. She liked her solitary adventures. 

 

The truth was, she craved an adventure. She needed some excitement. She needed something just for her. Even if that just ended up being a night of people watching and dancing with strangers.

 

But that wasn’t going to happen. Not from the moment that he saw her enter his residence. The showman. He noticed her straight away, and he was pleased she had arrived.

 

Raven’s nerves began to kick in, even though she had already consumed a significant amount of gin. She saw his blonde hair and piercing eyes before she got to the bar. He made an obvious bee line to serve her. 

 

‘So you came’ he offered assertively, as though she had in fact responded to an invitation 

 

‘I did.’ Raven smiled, relieved to know his intentions, in part at least.

 

He pulled up a stool at the edge of the bar. ‘You can sit right here. I insist’

 

She liked his insistence, and obliged his command.

 

He noticed her wobble a little as she climbed up on to the high stool. 

 

A water with lemon and ice was delivered in front of her. ‘You need water’ 

 

She scowled a little and offered a ‘hmmm’ as she accepted the water and tried to look relaxed. 

 

The proprietor decided his new guest should have his undivided attention.

‘You came here to learn about magic didn’t you?’

He winked 

 

‘Do you want to teach me about it?’ She was all breathy and unable to hide her anticipation.

 

‘Indeed I do’

 

‘Well if it is not too forward, I have my magician’s den out the back, and I don’t usually do personal lessons when I’m working, but I feel like I need to make an exception today.’

 

He paused for her consent 

 

‘Yes please. I’d like that’

 

His hand reached out for hers and he guided out from the busy bar through a rather eccentric corridor until they reached a locked door.

 

‘Magic Circle Secrecy and all that!’ 

 

He locked the door behind them after leading her into the room of illusions.

 

She suddenly wondered if she had been very naive. What kind of magic did he want to teach her? What kind of magic did she want to learn. A rush of excitement burned through her being and lingered between her thighs.

 

A blindfold was presented.

 

‘Would you mind?’ He asked. ‘I have to keep some bits of the magic secret. It heightens the experience of the participants.

 

She didn’t mind at all, she was thrilled. But she wondered if she should mind. 

 

He put his face in front of hers as he gently secured the blindfold. He lingered there. She could feel his breath. His lips felt as though they were right in front of her. She arched her neck as though exploring the darkness. Her lips reached out. 

 

He couldn’t help but oblige, his new captivating tutee. He kissed her. Hard. Confidently. He took her breath away.

 

He paused, his lips still on hers as he spoke into her mouth. ‘I had a feeling this was the kind of magic you wanted’ 

 

His hand, slowly moved down her body, and he dared to pinch her hard as his fingers reached her waist.

 

She moaned into his mouth with delight.

 

‘Is this what you want?’ He asked gently 

 

‘Yes please’