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The Girl with Magical Hands Pt. 01

By: BuckRivers



I checked my lipstick in the rear-view mirror, then took note of my odometer so I could expense the mileage. "Ready to roll?" I asked.

"Ready!" Jovie was my intern, here to learn from me and work for free. Despite this burden, she was irrationally enthusiastic about everything and I loved her for it.

We got out of the car and walked toward the midway, tottering on our heels across the gravel parking lot. It was pitch dark under our feet, but ahead the lights were bright and the rides were moving. Squeals of laughter floated toward us over the sounds of calliope music.

I couldn't help but smile. When I was a little girl, the carnival was a magical place. The lights, the rides, the smells, the sounds, even the feel of the crushed grass on the midway combined to make it an enchanting world. At that age, the view from atop a Ferris Wheel was the most exotic sight I could imagine.

Growing up diminished the magic, as it does with most things. I now noticed the peeling paint, the sagging safety rails, the rough-looking carnies. The smells had a little more grease in them, the sounds a little more harshness. But even now, there's magic. Sometimes you just have to look a little harder. And that's why we were here.

"So what's our plan?" Jovie asked. She was a cute little thing, Filipina by ancestry, petite and perky. She was a full five or six inches shorter than me, barely over five feet tall and bouncing with energy. She was a sophomore at the local college, studying English, and I couldn't turn her down for the internship.

I nodded sagely, per my mentor role. "We're looking for a good interview story. Something that's fun and engaging and edgy."

"Okay." She looked ahead, scanning the scene as if there might be a big neon arrow pointing to our good story. I had to smile at her exuberance.

The lights got brighter as we reached the midway, the merry go round on one side and a row of funnel cake and snow cone booths on the other. Inside a cotton candy stand, a rough-looking carnie scanned me up and down. 

"Oh, I love me a hot redhead," he chortled through rotten teeth. "Are you red everywhere, honey?"

I gave him a condescending smile that was worse than ignoring him. Yes, my dress was probably too short. Yes, I was doing it to draw attention to myself. But I'll admit it; I like being checked out by the guys, even if they don't have all their teeth. It's fun to torture and tease them. And it's easier to get interviews when you're showing some thigh and a lot of cleavage. That's one of the first things you learn as a magazine writer, particularly when you're working for a local mag with no name recognition.

"We want to find someone with an interesting story," I said to Jovie. "Most likely, it'll be someone who works at the carnival because they're new blood, but it could be someone just wandering around. We'll just meet people and chat them up and if they seem interesting we'll go further."

Jovie nodded eagerly, her dark eyes alight with anticipation. This was the first field assignment of her career and she clearly wanted to knock it out of the park. To me, it was just another gig, but to her, it was Chapter 1, her opening act. 

I bought us each a lemonade and we started strolling. It was your typical roadside carnival, though this one was much bigger than most. Kids ran from ride to ride, young couples pushed strollers, and men impressed their women by throwing baseballs at milk cans. Music and popcorn and conversation filled the air.

"How about those people?" Jovie nodded. She nodded stealthily toward a young man with a big beard and his toddler-carrying wife. She was a blonde with big braless breasts, swinging loosely under a wife beater t-shirt. 

"Why?"

"They just look interesting. I like his beard."

"Maybe. But the kid will start crying at some point, and it gets annoying."

After a half-hour, we'd met carnies, teenagers, parents, and one darling old couple that had met on a tilt-a-whirl sixty years earlier. People are always friendly to me for some reason; it's just a natural talent of mine. But their various stories had all been done a million times. I wanted something fresh, something that wasn't your normal Parade Magazine interview.

"They still have freak shows?" Jovie saw it first.

We'd wandered toward the back of the fair, and instead of a fence, the rear area was a large curved stage, easily a hundred feet long. It was cleverly designed, with a caravan of carnival trailers forming the back wall and large platforms folding down and interconnecting from their sides to form the stage. There were five different acts along its radius, the nearest of which was Stella the Strong Woman. She was a gorgeous platinum blonde, tall and sleek and muscular with a fitness instructor's build. She was lifting a set of barbells that were labeled as 400 pounds. 

"Wow, she's strong," Jovie observed.

The woman then challenged two men from the audience to come up. One was a young college guy, fit and in shape, and the other was a redneck, complete with tobacco chaw. She pointed them to each end of the barbells and dared them to lift it. Each man grabbed an end and tried to lift.

Nothing.

"Whoooa," Jovie exclaimed.

"It's a trick," I explained. "I'm sure she's strong, but I bet they've got a magnet under the stage. She lifts the weight - and it's nowhere near 400 pounds, by the way - and then when she sets it down they electrify the magnet and lock the barbells to the stage."

The men gave up, scratching their heads and shrugging. Stella the Strong Woman dismissed them and picked up the weight again. The crowd laughed.

The next act was a tall man and a short man, labeled as 8 feet and 2 feet respectively. Both of those were exaggerated and not really that interesting. Then we had a fire eater and a person balancing spinning plates. All your usual fare.

Then we got to the fifth one, and it was different. 

Very, very different.

"Orgasma, the Erotic Goddess", the large overhead sign said. Underneath, in smaller red letters, was the mysterious explanation of her powers. "The Queen of Female Pleasure." This part of the stage was covered with a tent, and a female barker was outside, calling people in with some ribald comments.

Okay, this had my interest.

"Show in five minutes!" the barker called. She was a short, curvaceous blonde, her hair more highlighted than golden, and it tucked around her ears in a cute gypsy shag. More notably, she was wearing the smallest bikini I'd ever seen, little more than three small bits of strategically based cloth. In our little town, she was taking no small risk with the conservative police. "Women, come in and have the best carnival experience ever! Men, bring your women in and see what they REALLY look like when they cum!"

Couples were milling about, laughing and daring each other to attend. Men were cajoling women, and women were playing coy, and the whole scene itself was worth a story. No one knew quite what to make of it.

"We have to check this out," I said. 

Entry was $20, which was ludicrously expensive, but cost matters less when you can file expense reports. I coaxed Jovie up with me, her young eyes wide with wonder and fear, and dug $40 out of my pocket. The semi-naked barker eyed me up and down happily. "Yes!" she shouted to the crowd. "These beautiful women wish to experience the secret powers of the Great Orgasma!"

Seriously, that was a tiny bikini. The woman was small, only about Jovie's height, but with a more fulsome American build. Whereas Jovie was small and slender and built like a gymnast, this woman was filled out, with nice C or D cup breasts and proportional hips stacked onto her small frame. She appeared to be a few years younger than me, maybe her mid-20s, though her green eyes betrayed a lot of life experience.

She looked at Jovie. "I'm going to need to see your ID." She pointed to a prominent sign that said, "21 or Older - Strictly Enforced".

"Oh." Jovie's face fell. "I'm not 21."

The blonde girl looked Jovie up and down. "You look 21. Did you forget your ID?"

"No, I have it here." Jovie dug into her pocket for her driver's license. She did not look 21.

Ah, the naivete of youth. I put my hand on Jovie's wrist. "She forget her ID."

The barker smiled knowingly and winked at me. "We'll let you and Andrew Jackson vouch for her," she said in a low voice.

As she tucked away the money in a small leather bag, I scanned her up and down. The shadows and lights of the carnival provided more cover than one would expect from a distance, adding mystery and illusion to what one was seeing, but up close ... wow. She was very light skinned, and most of her breasts were exposed other than an inch-wide vertical strip down the middle that took the place of standard bikini cups. My eyebrows arched when I noted the brown outer arcs of her areolae clearly extending beyond them. Below the waist, a similar inch-wide cut ran from lower belly to her crotch and down under, and I suspected that the back was just a string. And was that just a shadow, or could I see the darker pink of her outer labia peeking out? That was a bold, bold uniform.

Her body, while feminine, was taut and toned, and the sales pitch worked as she drew the prolonged attention of every male who wandered by. Women wavered and grinned with embarrassment, and men persuaded them, and the crowd of onlookers grew. "Only room for six more!" the sexy petite blonde called, and the crowd shuffled itself based on income and desire. She turned to lead the purchasers in, and I noted that her clothing in the back was indeed merely a thong string and a bikini top string, rendering her effectively naked from that angle. She had a natural hip sway that women would kill for as we followed her under the canvas.

Inside the tent, it was dark other than the bright stage lighting. Folding chairs were neatly arranged into rows, ten seats wide and five seats deep. Jovie and I had to do some negotiating to sit together, taking seats near the back.

I was definitely growing curious now. Displayed up on the stage were three odd contraptions, square wooden frames with basic white sheets stretched inside. About four feet square and composed of a beautiful but beaten oak, they were raised off the floor like an old-time shower stall, where you could see a person's feet at the bottom up to mid-calf, and then their shoulders and head up above, but the sheet shielded everything else. 

However, two other distinct features caught my eye. Built onto the sides of each frame, two thick posts rose to a height of about eight feet, and from them hung heavy ropes with leather cuffs. I noticed the same thing at the bottom; two short chains with leather cuffs attached to the legs. If you bound a person inside it, the audience could see the head, hands, shoulders, and lower legs of the person being held, but everything else was hidden.

The tent was hot and stuffy inside, but I thrive on heat. I enjoyed the tickle of a small droplet of sweat falling through my cleavage, and tucked my red hair back over my ears to keep it off my face. My summer dress was strapless and short, so I at least had some ventilation, whereas Jovie's tiny white denim shorts and snug t-shirt didn't offer the same benefit. She stood and fanned herself while I settled into my seat. I would kill for that girl's ass.

After a few minutes, our nearly nude barker came in and stepped up to the stage. 

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!", she said in a practiced stage voice. "You have arrived within the mysterious world of Orgasma! I am possessed of a skill that makes men envious, and that makes women delirious. I know the secrets that drive a woman into the uncontrollable throes of infinite pleasure. And that is what I will show you tonight."

She spoke with her hands, and her full breasts bounced as she did. One of them popped out of the small ribbon that covered her nipple, and the ribbon relaxed into her cleavage, leaving a large brown nipple bare. She looked down. "Ohhh," she said. "It's a good thing that I haven't noticed yet, or I would be embarrassed." The crowd laughed, and we knew that this wasn't going to be your normal carnival hucksterism. 

She engaged the crowd in some friendly banter. "How many men here think that they satisfy their wives sexually?" Of course, every man raised his hand. "Now, how many women are sexually satisfied by their men?" Nearly all of the women raised their hands as well, though I noticed that they didn't go up as quickly. I raised my hand too, even though my most recent boyfriend was a flop in that department. We women are too afraid of being labeled as frigid to dissent. I noticed that Jovie didn't raise her hand, but wasn't sure if she even had a boyfriend, and she was probably too shy to admit it anyway.

Orgasma also noticed the slower rise of hands, and laughingly called it out. "Men! Did you see that? The women aren't as convinced of your prowess as you are. What do you think about that?" A few men booed, and she egged them on. "Do you think a woman could please them better? Do you think a woman like me, a woman endowed with magical powers, could drive them to the brink of pleasure and beyond on stage and in mere minutes?"

The crowd laughed and a couple of people hooted and hollered. There had likely been a bit of drinking tonight in some sections.

"I need three volunteers from the audience, three women who want to scale the heights of ecstasy!" She held a hand to her eyes as if scanning the horizon, and I laughed at the fact that her large, pert boob was still hanging out.

She waded into the crowd and there was a ruckus. People laughed and hooted and cheered, and when she re-emerged she had a woman in tow. The guinea pig was an attractive brunette, tall and lean with tight curves and a boyish haircut. Her hand was over her face in shame, but she was grinning. She was obviously part of a group, because a half-dozen people in the crowd were howling with laughter.

"What's your name?" Orgasma asked.

The woman shifted uncomfortably, but still smiled broadly. "Leah."

"Turn around, Leah. Do a 360." The woman complied, showing a slender but curvy rear end under her tight jeans. "Nice ass, Leah. VERY nice ass. Do you get it plowed often?"

Leah's face reddened and her friends in the audience guffawed.

"Well, do you?"

"I do okay." The crowd was howling in laughter, including me and Jovie. This was so preposterous.

"Are you satisfied sexually?"

Leah bit her lip. Her mouth started to move, but no answer came out past her embarrassed grin.

"Well? Do you arch your back a lot? Do you scream? Are you a loud orgasm girl or a quiet one?"

Leah feinted toward heading back to the audience, but Orgasma grabbed her wrist and held her. "Tell me about your best time, Leah. Do you remember a time when your mind was blown by an orgasm?"

Leah was laughing, covering her face with her free hand. I noticed that under her t-shirt, her nipples were suddenly visible, two little nubs showing up as shadows on her body. Protest or not, she was liking this. I smiled knowingly.

Orgasma kept her grip on Leah's wrist. "Is your boyfriend out there?"

"Yes."

"Is he good?"

Peals of laughter echoed through the crowd. 

"Yes. Now let me go." 

"Could he use some lessons? Would you like him to be better?"

Leah was laughing now. She was very attractive, I had to admit. Nice bone structure and jaw line. Her nipples were now prominent beneath her shirt to anyone who was paying attention. "You can always be better."

In the audience, men were good-naturedly punching another fellow in the arm and laughing at him as he turned red.

"Well, let's give him a lesson. Step behind the screen." 

Orgasma turned to face the audience. "I'm so erotic that women tend to thrash around," she explained. "I don't want a black eye, so we're going to secure this girl." With that, another woman stepped on stage, wearing a more standard but still revealing bikini. I recognized her as Stella the Strong Woman from the earlier show. Pulling Leah's arms up, the two positioned them at a 45 degree angle upward and snapped the leather cuffs on them, effectively securing Leah's arms upward in a Y position. She was in the rightmost frame of the three.

"Now spread your legs, honey. I bet it's not the first time you've heard that." As the crowd clapped and stamped their feet, Leah obediently placed her feet shoulder width apart. Orgasma tapped them slightly further before she and Stella secured them in the ankle restraints. Leah was now held upright in a four-point restraint, with her body from shoulders to knees shielded behind the screen.

"Fuck her!" A voice called out, and the crowd roared. Leah, held taut, was starting to replace her amused demeanor with a concerned one. Her smile was still there, but it was growing wooden as she tested her bonds.

"Next volunteer!" Orgasma shouted, again adopting her 'looking out to sea' pose.

"Do it," I told Jovie. "Volunteer."

My little friend's eyes grew wide, and she laughed. "No, you do it!"

Orgasma dove into the audience and came out with an older blonde woman, probably in her early 40s. She was attractive and curvy, with notably large breasts and a classy shoulder-length hairdo that curled around her ears. She was beautifully tanned and feigned embarrassment even while she laughed. Her dress was tight on her upper frame, then flared and flounced below the waist, exposing nicely shaped thighs and calves.

"What do you think, people? Do you want to see her in the throes of passion?"

The crowd cheered raucously.

"What's your name, ma'am?"

The blonde was grinning and seemed to enjoy the attention. "Vivian."

"Vivian, how big are your boobs? Are those things double D's?"

Vivian laughed, covering her chest with her arms. Excitement and humor battled on her facial expressions.

"Double D's? Answer me!"

"Yes."

"Aren't these wonderful, folks?" Orgasma did a game show spokesmodel display gesture, centering on Vivian's large breasts. The crowd laughed uproariously at her embarrassment.

"Do you like your lover to play with them?"

"Oh god, yes."

"Do you like him to bite your nipples?"

I couldn't hear Vivian's answer over the howls of laughter. This was worth the $20.

"Well," Orgasma said, "let's get you buckled in for your favorite ride." She and Stella led Vivian to the leftmost frame, and again attached her to the four restraints. When they were done, she too was held in a vertical spreadeagle, with most of her body concealed behind the frame. It was kind of unfortunate, because I imagined that she looked pretty sexy all stretched out with that figure.

"And now we need a third!"

"Volunteer!" I hissed at Jovie. "This is our story!"

Jovie shook her head, her innocent eyes frightened. "You do it."

"Now! I'm your boss."

Jovie looked at me, then up to the stage. She bit her lip and then popped up, raising her hand. "I volunteer!" she called.

Orgasma looked over and grinned. "Oh, my. What have we here? Let her up to the front, people!"

Jovie wove through the crowd of seats and stepped up onto the stage. Even compared to Orgasma, she looked young, and I had a minor pang of guilt. I was actually shocked that she had obeyed me.

"What's your name?"

"Jovie."

"What a pretty name. Tell me, Jovie, do you have a lot of sex?"

The crowd laughed as Jovie's big dark eyes flashed in fear. "Um...no."

"No? Why not? You look like you'd be great in bed!"

"Let me try!" a voice from the crowd called out, and everyone laughed.

Orgasma pointed to the voice and grinned. "She's mine, fella. But you may cum just watching this." 

She turned back to Jovie. "Why are you not having sex?"

"I ... I don't have a boyfriend."

"I bet you have one after tonight. Or at least a helpful girlfriend. Let's get her secured, Stella!"


The Girl with Magical Hands Pt. 01



The middle frame was the only one left, and they backed little Jovie up behind it. Her arms were stretched upward, her legs spread wide, and Orgasma now had her third volunteer. All three women were standing spread-eagled, each testing their bonds and finding them to be unrelenting.

Orgasma studied them in a theatrical pose of contemplation. "What do you think, audience? Which one of them should I make love to first?"

"The brunette!" someone shouted. "The little one!" called a woman's voice. The crowd degenerated into raucous fun as Orgasma walked to each woman, inspecting them with an appraising eye. At the back of the stage, I saw Stella the Strong Woman pull a large lever, and the bottom of the stage suddenly flared with three focused and powerful spotlights, one behind each woman. While the screens still shielded our direct view, we could suddenly and clearly see the black silhouettes of the women's bodies, stretched and wriggling.

Orgasma sought out Leah's boyfriend, and pointed back at the bound young woman. "How fast do you think I can make her come?" she asked the man. "Ten minutes? Five minutes? I'm not going to lick her, and I don't have a strap-on. I won't even take her clothes off." Leah's eyes popped wide as Orgasma turned around and waggled her bare bottom to the crowd. "Can you tell? No strap-on. I'm just going to use my erotic secrets." As she spoke, she surreptitiously pulled her micro-bikini back over her long-exposed nipple.

The crowd began yelling out different times, ranging from one minute to a day. People laughed at the one-day suggestion, and the crowd was having a good time at the expense of poor Leah and her boyfriend.

Orgasma calmed them down, using her arms to indicate a hush. "Let's do this," she said. Reaching into the tiny ribbon of cloth between her legs, she pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. "It's warm and wet, but it's fifty dollars." She turned to the wooden frame in front of Leah and fit the bill into a small holder that I hadn't noticed before.

"Leah, look at the front wall of the tent. Straight ahead of you. See that counter?" We all turned and looked. Above the door where we came in, there was a smallish LED sign, with red numerals showing the number 200. "When I say go, you count from 200 to 1 backwards, at the speed that that sign changes. No faster or we start over. If you make it to 1 before you have a fantastic orgasm, you get the fifty dollars. Deal?"

Leah's mouth dropped open, and she subconsciously tested her bonds. "Is this for real?" she asked. 

"Leah, are you a lesbian?"

"No!"

"Are you bisexual? Do you like looking at my titties?" Facing Leah, pointed away from the crowd, Orgasma made a show of pulling aside the tiny top ribbons of her bikini and shaking her breasts. I could see them bouncing around the side of her body even with her back turned.

Leah's eyes got wide as saucers, and her mouth dropped open. "No - I mean, uh, no!"

Orgasma laughed. "I heard some hesitation there, but it doesn't matter. No matter what you think about women, I will make you cum. But you don't like my titties? Are they not big enough?" Still facing away from the crowd, it was obvious that she was tweaking her nipples in front of the captive woman. Jovie, with her better viewing angle, also had eyes the size of saucers.

Leah was in minor shock. "They're ... uh, they're nice."

The crowd roared its approval.

"Well, we've confirmed that Leah's not a lesbian, but she's secretly bisexual and likes looking at women's titties," Orgasma announced as Leah's cheeks flushed red. "This will make my job easy. Let's get this show on the road." Orgasma positioned herself behind Leah. Leah was pulling the ropes now, trying vainly to free herself.

"Let's start the countdown. Leah, read the numbers as they appear. If you get to one before I thoroughly pleasure you, you get fifty dollars."

"200...199...198..." Leah obediently began counting.

From what we could see, Orgasma wasn't doing anything. We could see her hands stroking along Leah's shoulders and up her arms. Up, then back down, and then she sensuously stroked Leah's neck and cheeks.

"194...193...192..."

Orgasma's hands went down, and we could see their silhouette moving down the shadow of Leah's body. At a count of 180, Leah's smile disappeared and her countenance grew serious. At 170, her attempts to free herself grew stronger.

"160...one-fif-, one-fifty-nine, one...fifty eight." Leah's breathing was becoming a bit deeper. She exhaled strongly. Orgasma stood behind her, occasionally whispering something in the brunette's ear.

"One-forty-five, one-forty-ohhhhhh. Uh, one-forty...forty-four."

What was Orgasma doing? She was standingly serenely behind the taller woman, her arms slowly stroking up and down Leah's body. I couldn't tell that she was reaching between Leah's legs, but Leah's feet were tapping out a subconscious beat now, her hips starting to flex. Orgasma was smiling calmly.

Leah's eyes were wide now, her expression concerned. It appeared that she was actually realizing that she was going to orgasm in front of a crowd of people at a roadside carnival. "No! Don't make me - stop it! I give up!"

"Fifty dollars, my sweet."

"Leah's nostrils flared and she gritted her teeth. "One-nineteen! One-eighteen! Unnnnnh!" She clenched her fists and pulled hard against her bonds, testing them frantically. "What are you doing?"

"Are you enjoying this? Are you about to cum?" Orgasma continued to gently stroke Leah up and down, though not overtly touching any sexual areas. It was just arms and waist and neck and occasionally a loop up to caress her throat and jawline.

Leah was concentrating. "One-oh-nine! Onnnne-oh-eiggggght."

Orgasma smiled at the rapt crowd. "Leah likes me." She was grinning slyly as the bound brunette bucked and fought.

"Ninety-nine. Ninety - " Leah's breaths were coming in short gasps now. "- eight. Keep (pant) the fifty (pant) dollars."

Orgasma laughed and stepped back. Leah fought her restraints, breathing heavily. "Eighty-six, eighty-five..." She regained a little control before Orgasma stepped up again. Her shadow behind the screen began stroking up and down Leah's long, lean body again. Leah's hips slowly began to undulate. Reaching up, Orgasma nibbled her neck and I saw her hands move up and in as if she was touching Leah's breasts.

Leah squeezed her eyes shut and looked skyward. Her back arched. I could see her toes flexing, clinching the floor. "Unnnnnnnnh!" She bucked her hips once, twice, then froze for a long five seconds. "Oh, god!" she gasped, practically lifting herself off the floor as she pulled with her arms.

Orgasma grinned wickedly, then suddenly released her arms and held them up. Leah collapsed like a marionette, hanging by her arms and breathing heavily. 

"Did you come?"

Leah didn't answer. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink.

Orgasma stepped in and began touching her. "I said, did you come?"

"Yes! Yes! No more!"

Orgasma looked up at the clock. "Thirty-five seconds to go. I should have teased you longer." She reached around the frame and plucked the fifty-dollar bill out of its holder, tucking it into her tiny waistband.

You could have heard a pin drop in the tent. No one knew what to make of this show. It was ... weird. Finally, someone began to clap, and others joined in. A few tentative whoops started, and the crowd slowly regained its momentum. But the sense of shock was palpable. Had we really all seen what we thought we'd seen?

Surely Leah was a shill, right? But if she was, she was a very good actress. Still tied in the framework, she looked completely shell-shocked.

Orgasma's gaze turned toward my little friend Jovie.

"You're hot," she said, purring as she sashayed around the bound Filipina and inspected her. The crowd was now getting into it again, and laughed.

"You said you don't have much sex?"

Jovie looked as if she was an antelope watching a leopard approach. "N - no, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Ah, you show me respect." One of Orgasma's boobs again fell out of her micro bikini, and she distractedly tucked it back in. "Do you think I can make you cum by a count of 100? Will my magic work on you?"

Jovie glanced over at Leah, who was just now getting her feet back under her. "I - I don't know, ma'am."

I was fascinated by this. I knew how carnivals worked. They planted shills in the crowd. They used trickery. It was all a game. Maybe Leah was a plant. But I knew that Jovie wasn't. What was going to happen here?

"Set the clock at 100, Stella, and let's see if I can do it. That's half the time it took me to turn Leah over there." Orgasma made a flourish of putting the $50 bill in the holder on Jovie's frame, then positioned herself behind Jovie and looked up at the clock. As I'd noticed earlier, she was only perhaps an inch taller than Jovie, but much more curvy. The two women complemented each other nicely, one slender and dark, the other curvy and light. "You know the drill, Jovie. Start counting backwards when the numbers start."

Jovie's voice wavered with fear. "One hundred...ninety-nine."

The blonde's hands began stroking up and down Jovie's body, visible only in shadow form behind the screen. "Tell me, Jovie, do you like women?"

Jovie took a deep breath. "I like men. Ninety-five...ninety-four..."

"Are you sure you don't like women?" Orgasma's hand moved inside Jovie's shadow. Was she touching her breasts? Her back? I couldn't tell.

Jovie's eyebrows arched and she bit her lower lip. "I don't like women. Ninety...eighty-nine..."

"Did you like watching Leah come over there?"

"I ... I ..." Jovie's expressive eyes flared with surprise. "Oooh!"

"Are you sure you don't like women? You seem to like me."

Jovie let out a girlish squeal. The silhouetting was hard to make out, but it looked like Orgasma was caressing Jovie's stomach. Occasionally it seemed like her hand would sweep higher, and whenever she did, Jovie would jump and gasp. The room fell silent as she worked her magic.

I had to admit, this was turning me on. I looked around the room, and I think it was having the same impact on others. I could see both men and women watching raptly and squirming slightly in their chairs. Every eye was focused on my little intern.

Orgasma's light skin and hair contrasted perfectly with Jovie's darker features, and when she began nibbling on Jovie's neck I thought I was going to have to masturbate right then and there. Jovie was squirming behind the screen, letting out little high-pitched gasps as she tried to count. "Sixty-five...sixty-ooh!-four..."

Jovie was a good girl. She was as cute as they came, but she was straight-laced and had been raised in a conservative household. I couldn't imagine that she would behave like this as part of a show. Had she been hypnotized? If so, how? There was no time for it. Perhaps she was just highly subject to suggestion? I didn't know much about the Philippines, but maybe that's a culture that tends to believe in magic. Frankly, I had no idea, and I was mesmerized.

Whatever was happening, it was working. The poor college girl was squirming and moaning like a porn star now, fighting against the chains that held her spread-eagled. "Forty! Unnnnh! Thirty-nine..." She was panting, her face glowing with sudden sweat. Behind her, Orgasma smiled wickedly and continued her magic. She twisted Jovie's jaw toward her and gave her a passionate kiss. Jovie returned it, their tongues intertwining, and my own jaw dropped to the floor. 

At the county of twenty-eight, Jovie came hard. She arched and thrashed and let out a keening wail for a full ten seconds. In her throes, she somehow managed to twist completely sideways for a just a moment, and I was jolted. It happened fast so I wasn't sure, but the shadows looked like Jovie's shirt was up, and Orgasma was cradling and fondling her breasts. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could even see a shadow of a long nipple being pinched.

Orgasma made Jovie thrash for an eternity, then finally stepped back and let the girl sag. Hanging by her arms, Jovie collapsed and tried to catch her breath. "Was it good for you, too?" Orgasma asked sarcastically. The crowd laughed.

Jovie was panting, her head down. Orgasma reached forward and gently stroked Jovie's shoulder, which made the Filipina's breath catch. "I said, was it good for you? Did you cum hard?"

Jovie is a shy girl all in all. She may wear tiny shorts and low-cut tops, but she's shy. I should have expected what happened next.

She shook her head. She was horrified to admit that she had actually had an orgasm in public.

Orgasma's smile faded, and she looked at the crowd with dramatic bemusement. "You didn't cum hard? There was sure a lot of bucking for someone who didn't cum." She thrust her nearly naked hips forward and back, and the crowd laughed.

Defiantly, Jovie shook her head. "No. Let me go."

"You didn't cum?"

It sure looked like Jovie had come. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and she was even now breathing heavily. "No. I'm done."

"Apparently you're not done. My job is to make you cum." She stepped up behind Jovie again.

I couldn't see what Orgasma was doing, but suddenly Jovie's eyes popped wide. Her jaw set. "Unnnnh. Unnnnh." Below the booth, we could see Jovie suddenly rock back on her heels. Orgasma was laughing. "You sure you didn't come already?"

"AAAH! AAAH!" Jovie was thrashing like a hooked fish.

"I'll stop when you come. Did you come yet?"

"OKAY, STOP! I CAME! I CAME!"

"Twice? Did you just come again?"

"YES! OHHHHHHHH! PLEASE!" Jovie's hips were thrusting frantically and she was practically screaming.

Orgasma stepped away, and Jovie dropped, again hanging by her arms as she tried to recover, her eyes closed in shame. A sheen of sweat glowed on her, and she looked beautiful. Orgasma stepped from behind the frame and made a show of plucking the fifty dollar bill out of the frame and back into her tiny g-string. If Jovie's arms weren't tied, she would be on her knees, no doubt about it.

I was stunned. What kind of show was this?

Orgasma forced Jovie into another deep kiss, long and passionate. Then she left her and looked at Vivian. "And then there was one. Your turn next, sweetie," she said. 

Vivian's curves were quite evident in her silhouette behind the screen, though her summer dress obscured the exact curve of her hips. Orgasma stepped to the leftmost frame, once again putting the $50 bill in the holder. She tilted her head slightly and studied Vivian, whose blue eyes seemed more excited than frightened.

"Vivian, you seem like a woman with a good sex life. Is that true?"

Vivian didn't even try to suppress a smile. "Oh, yeah."

"What do you think about the other two ladies over there? Are you ready to ride the lightning like they did?"

"Bring it on, Orgasma!" Vivian grinned at the crowd, and I began to recognize that she had been drinking a little.

Orgasma laughed uproariously, and the crowd laughed with her. "I think you're horny! Tell me, do you like girls? Are you a lesbian?"

The older blonde looked out at the crowd. "That's private!" she giggled.

"No, that's not private. This is private." Facing Vivian, Orgasma pulled the bottom of her tiny bikini to the side so Vivian could see her pussy. She did a quick turn to the crowd and flashed us as well. She actually flashed us, showing a clean-shaved pussy to a room full of fifty people. The crowd went wild with its biggest cheer of the night, making Orgasma grin and do it again. Eventually she turned back to Vivian. "So, Viv," she said casually, "Have you ever done it with a woman?"

The bound woman started to answer, then stopped herself. The crowd guffawed at this inadvertent admission.

"I think this woman has a little lesbian in her, don't you, folks?" Orgasma riled up the crowd with grand gestures. "And maybe I should be the little lesbian in her tonight."

The crowd roared its approval.

Orgasma studied Vivian and rubbed her chin in thought. After a long pause that quieted the crowd, she said, "I'm going to offer you a deal, Vivian. Do you want to make a deal?"

After a slight hesitation, the curvy blonde nodded.

"Here's your deal. All you have to do is make it for ten minutes without licking a pussy. Ten minutes, and you make fifty dollars. How does that sound?"

Vivian looked over at Leah and Jovie, both still bound to her left. They were watching her now, too. She was a little shocked, but even so she offered a confused smile, and I got the impression that perhaps she wasn't dreading whatever was about to happen. "You mean ... wait, what? Say that again?"

"All you have to do is not lick another woman's pussy for the next ten minutes." Hold out for ten minutes and you'll walk off with fifty dollars. But I get to touch you anywhere, okay?"

Vivian tested her bonds to no avail. "I guess I have no choice." She looked out to the audience and offered her husband an uncertain grin and shrug. She was definitely into this sort of thing.

"Oh, I forgot! Your husband is out there, right? Sir! Sir! Raise your hand!"

A middle-aged man raised his hand. He looked to be in good shape, with an air of leadership about him. He was clearly highly amused by his wife's plight.

"Can I go to town on your wife? Do you mind if I turn her into a lesbian?"

The crowd laughed and the husband laughed with them. He waved his hand dismissively. "Go for it!" he called out.

"Oh, yummy. Are you ready? Stella, put 600 seconds on the clock. That's ten minutes. Vivian, my darling, whenever you want to stop what we're doing, just tell me that you're ready to lick some pussy. Once you start licking, the clock stops ticking. Got it?" Orgasma was pantomiming her words theatrically, and it occurred to me that she was built much like Vivian, though Vivian's curves were more pronounced and mature. 

Vivian braced herself and set her jaw. Orgasma sashayed up to her, swaying her hips seductively. "My dear, I'm about to make you scream. Stella, start the timer!"

With the backlighting, we could clearly see the silhouettes of the two women, and just like before, Orgasma nestled up close to her target from the back. She ran her hands up and down Vivian's arms and gave her a soft nibble on the cheek. Vivian twitched and her thin eyebrows furrowed. Then, plain as day, we saw the shadows of Orgasma's hands move down and cup Vivian's prominent breasts.

The older blonde's back immediately arched, and her nostrils flared. Her eyes got the look of someone who had just realized that she was in over her head. 

"I love dresses that show cleavage," Orgasma purred. "It's easy to slide your hand inside. Let's see how sensitive your nipples are."

"Nnnnnnh! How are you doing that?" Vivian's stomach began convulsing and her hips began thrusting, and just like that, she appeared to move into an orgasm.

Something had to be amiss here. Orgasma had only touched her for ten seconds, and nothing below the waist. I glanced over at her husband. His jaw was slack as he watched his wife squirm and squeal.

Orgasma kept a grip on Vivian's breasts. Vivian's hips were slowly undulating. "Oh, god. That's so great," she moaned. Tucked up behind her, hips moving in unison, Orgasma bit Vivian's ear, and the shadow of her right hand crept down. 

I watched the silhouetted hem of Vivian's skirt rise up as Orgasma reached under it and began working her hand up Vivian's thigh. Vivian's back was arched in pleasure when suddenly her eyes shot open, the whites visible on all sides. "OHHHHHHH! Ohgod ohgod ohgod!" Vivian's hips began thrusting rapidly to the extent possible in her bondage. Orgasma grinned evilly and again bit Vivian on the ear.

Vivian was clearly having a powerful orgasm, struggling and bucking. Was Orgasma actually masturbating her? It was impossible to tell in the shadows, but the arm angle looked about right. I glanced up at the LED clock. It said 560. Orgasma had made this woman orgasm in forty seconds. 




The Girl with Magical Hands Pt. 01



Orgasma spread her arms theatrically, allowing Vivan's body to collapse. She hung by her arms, gasping for breath. She wasn't smiling any more.

"That's one," Orgasma said. With a flourish, she brought her hands back in and clearly grabbed two handfuls of Vivian's mounds. Vivian's body tensed back up as if an electric shock was flowing through her. She began thrashing and bucking as one of Orgasma's hands moved down and infiltrated her dress hem again.

"Two. I can keep this up all night."

I discovered my hand in my lap, idly rubbing my clitty through my clothes. Shocked and embarrassed, I jerked it away and looked around to see if anyone noticed. Nope. All eyes were on the two blondes up on stage. In fact, I saw several audience members, both male and female, also rubbing themselves through their clothes, so raptly watching the action that they probably didn't even know they were doing it. It was dangerously close to becoming an orgy in here, and I was suddenly aware of how warm it was.

Five minutes later, Vivian was begging and crying. "Stop! Too much! I'm done! I'm done!" But Orgasma grinned and showed no mercy. Vivian's husband was also grinning from ear to ear, and making no move to rescue his unfortunate wife. Or was Vivian fortunate? I couldn't tell.

"Was that six or seven?" she asked the crowd.

"Seven!" came back the enthusiastic cry, the audience laughing and yelling as one.

Orgasma paused as soon as Vivian shrilly thrust through another orgasm. "Are you still hanging with me, Viv?"

"Oh, stop! Please ... stop!" Vivian's voice was breathy and soft. She was in another place mentally.

"I promised your husband that I would turn you into a lesbian. Are you a lesbian?"

Another orgasm wracked poor Vivian. From what I could tell, Orgasma was openly masturbating her behind the screen. "How much more time?" Vivian panted. It was more of a begging than a question.

I looked at the clock. 261 seconds left. A little over four minutes.

Orgasma worked Vivian for another two minutes before she broke, covered in sweat, shuddering, and barely coherent. "Stop! Enough! Anything! Please!"

"Will you lick a pussy for me?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Whatever you want! Just stop!" Her face was glowing and red, her neck marked with hickeys from Orgasma's predations. Her once stylish hair was a mess.

"Prove to me that you're a lesbian now. Prove that I've converted you. Stella! Come here!"

The tall blonde amazon stepped up from the back of the stage. Orgasma nodded toward her prey. "Release her arms and let's get her on her knees. She's going to lick your pussy."

Stella grinned, and while Orgasma continued to sexually torture Vivian, the circus strong woman released her hands. Vivian fell awkwardly to her knees, her ankles still tied far apart, and Orgasma rode her down, still working her hand between Vivian's legs. Vivian was growing hysterical now, as if she was being tickled beyond her limits.

"Stella, show her what you've got."

Stella stepped behind the screen. Bending over, we could see her silhouette as she removed her bikini bottom and held it up for the audience to see. The crowd hooted and hollered as she hung it over the top of the screen and stepped toward the kneeling Vivian.

"What do lesbians do, Vivian?" Orgasma taunted. Stella was holding Vivian's wrists now, while Orgasma mercilessly masturbated the squealing woman, her hand up under her dress. "They lick other girls' pussies, don't they? Do you want to lick Stella's pussy?"

Stella stepped in. Given the lighting, their shadows merged, and we couldn't get a good view of what was happening, but our imaginations were running wild.

"Lick her, Viv. Show Stella how you've changed. Show her how you love the taste of pussy."

We could see Stella's head above the screen, and she suddenly smiled in self-satisfaction. "Mmmmm," she purred. "That's fantastic."

One could easily imagine Vivian performing cunnilingus on Stella given the angles. Then again, maybe not. Maybe it was a stunt. We couldn't see other than watching the shadows merge. But Vivian had suddenly grown quiet. 

That could have been me up there. It almost was Jovie. Was this a ruse of some sort? It had to be staged somehow. But if that was true, then both Vivian and her husband were great actors, because I could see him just a few feet away, and his pants were tenting obscenely.

For the next two minutes, Stella seemed to enjoy Vivian, the smaller woman's head bobbing in silhouette behind the screen. Orgasma was now holding Vivian's wrists, spreading her arms wide, while Stella gripped her hair. I'm not a lesbian, but I really wished the screen wasn't there. I wanted to see exactly what was happening, and not just for journalistic reasons.

"My turn." Orgasma motioned to trade places, and she and Stella reversed roles. Orgasma set her tiny string bottom over the top of the frame, and then it was her turn to sigh and smile. We could hear the occasional muffled moans of Vivian behind the screen, and we could see her head moving in a slight rhythmic beat.

Orgasma turned and looked at the clock eventually, and so did I. Thirty seconds left.

"Let's finish you off with a flourish," Orgasma said. Kneeling between Vivian's outstretched legs, her hands disappeared into the black shadow of Vivian's hips. Vivian moaned piteously, her arms now pinned in a full nelson by Stella's strong arms, and as the crowd counted down - 10! 9! 8! - Orgasma wrung one more screaming orgasm from her "volunteer". Then, pinning her to the ground, the two circus women untied Vivian's legs, pulled them over her head, and stripped her of her panties. Right there on stage, they pulled the panties off and at my angle I got a perfect view of Vivian. She wasn't a natural blonde.

And just like that, it was over. Orgasma walked to the front and conspicuously stuffed the $50 bill into her tiny bikini. She twirled the panties triumphantly. "Stella, haul the world's newest lesbian back over to her husband." Stella, still naked from the waist down and very nicely shaved, lifted the limp Vivian over her shoulder and carried her back through the crowd to her husband while Orgasma curtly unlocked Leah and Jovie and gave them congratulatory pats on the ass. 

With that, the two circus blondes sashayed to the back of the stage. Orgasma looked back with a knowing smile, wiggled her hips seductively, and waved. Then they disappeared through a door into one of the trailers that formed the back wall. The show was over.

But I had found my story. I had to talk to that woman, and honestly it wasn't just to get a story.

(Please Visit Part 2.)



The Girl with Magical Hands Pt. 02



See Part 1 if you want the background to this story. Otherwise, this mostly works as a standalone story.

*****

We had our story. Oh, did we have our story. As the crowd filed out, Jovie climbed down from the stage and walked over to me on wobbly legs. I wasn't sure exactly what to say to her and was embarrassed that I'd made her volunteer, so I just got down to business.

"What happened up there?"

Jovie's eyes were in the past. "I don't know."

"Did she hypnotize you? It seemed real. You weren't faking anything, right?"

Jovie visibly winced, then shook her head emphatically and crossed her arms over her small chest. She couldn't answer, but her expression told me everything.

"So you really ... um...she really...?" 

We had a long moment of silence, and then the words came tumbling out. "I don't know what she was doing, but it was real. I can't even describe it. She just touches you, and something happens. It flows through you, and it just grabs you."

"Like an electric shock?"

"No." Jovie looked at me, her young dark eyes worried that I was going to judge her. She practically whispered the words. "Her hands, they were like the best vibrator EVER. Even if they're just on your arm. It was unbelievable."

"You could see behind the screen. Did they really do lesbian stuff with Vivian?"

A little bit of life came back to Jovie's eyes. She loved to gossip. "That could have been me!" she said. "I could see everything, and she was ... she was ... you know, right between their legs. She didn't have a choice with what they were doing to her!" 

The tent was empty now save for one low-level carnie picking up trash. I eyed the door at the back of the stage, the one where Orgasma and her strongwoman friend had disappeared.

"Come with me," I said. "We're going to interview Orgasma."

Jovie cringed. "Are you sure?" she asked. "There's something about her that's kind of scary."

"Don't worry. You're with me." I gave her no choice as I boldly climbed up on stage. The cleaning guy frowned up at me, and I used my journalism trick of acting confident. "We're here to interview the Great Orgasma," I said. He shrugged and went back to sweeping as I headed toward the door, Jovie reluctantly following along behind me.

I knocked.

No answer. I knocked again. After giving it another thirty seconds, I used my journalist prerogative and creaked open the door. "Hello?" I called. "Anybody home?"

The door opened into a large room, much larger than I expected. It was more or less a living room with a couch and chairs, but had other equipment in it, equipment that I assumed was used occasionally in shows. There was a pillory sitting next to the door, and a medieval rack that was doubling as a sofa stand. Sitting on the sofa, staring balefully at me, were Orgasma and Stella, still clad in their bikinis, beers in hand.

"Hey! This is private!" Orgasma yelled. "Get out!"

I continued unperturbed. "I'm sorry to bother you." I grabbed Jovie and pulled her into the door with me. "This is my coworker Jovie. We really enjoyed your show tonight."

A hint of a smile crossed Orgasma's lips as her eyes traveled up and down Jovie's body, then mine. "Glad we could entertain you. It went both ways."

I ignored a girlie growl from my intern. "My name is Elizabeth, and I'm a writer at CityPunk magazine. We're a cutting-edge alternative magazine in the local area. I'd love to write an article about you."

Orgasma retained her stern expression, but her eyebrows arched ever so slightly. That was always a good sign. "What kind of article?"

"We write about interesting people and topics. And my intern here tells me that you're a very interesting person."

Orgasma and Stella laughed heartily. They made eye contact and Stella shrugged, eyeing me up and down before murmuring something to the smaller woman. They spoke in low voices to each other for a few moments, and then Orgasma grinned in a way that made me somewhat uncomfortable.

"Come in and sit down," Orgasma commanded. "And for god's sake, shut that door. You're letting bugs in."

A moment later, Jovie and I were sitting on the chairs facing Orgasma and her friend. I explained in more detail what our magazine did and who I was, and ignored the fact that Orgasma's bikini bottom had slipped over to the side off of her lips. The narrow ribbon was bunched into the intersection of her hip and thigh, leaving her vulva completely exposed. I hoped that Jovie's staring at it wouldn't get us kicked out.

"So tell me about this skill you have," I said, swallowing hard. "Is this something you were born with, or did you learn it somehow?"

Orgasma seemed genuinely surprised by my question. "So you're not going to accuse me of doing some sort of sham?" she asked.

I cocked my head toward Jovie. "I have a strong witness who says you're legit. She said your hands are like the world's best vibrator."

Jovie was horrified, but Orgasma giggled. It was a true giggle, like that of a little girl. "That was fun, wasn't it?" Sheld up her hands, palms toward us, and waggled her fingers. "I told you, I have magical hands."

"How are they magical?" I pressed

"I don't know. They just are."

I had my notebook out now, taking notes. Beside me, Jovie followed my lead and did the same. "When did you discover this magic?"

Orgasma took a long draw on her beer, then noticed her askew bikini bottom and absentmindedly pulled it back to its proper spot. She was silent for a moment. "You really want to know?"

"Of course." Orgasma looked over at Stella, who took a break from staring at my breasts and offered a noncommittal shrug. Stella was making me uncomfortable, but I ignored the instinct to cover up. Anything for a story.

The small blonde took a deep breath and held up her hands once again. She waggled her fingers again, but more slowly. This time she was studying them herself. "They really are magic," she said. "I don't know how and I don't know why, but they are." 

I looked at her hands. They were attractive as hands go, but unremarkable. "So what exactly they do?" 

Orgasma smiled wryly and nodded toward Jovie. "Ask her," she chuckled. Beside me, I saw Jovie's knees press together.

"I understand that they seem to give women orgasms, but how? When did you discover that you could do this?" 

"Hell if I know: It took a long time to figure out." 

"When did you figure it out?"

Now it was Orgasma's turn to shift uncomfortably, "Don't laugh." 

"Of course not."

Orgasma took a draw of her beer, then pursed her lips for a moment. "Well, let's just say that I got invited to a lot of slumber parties growing up. No one really knew what was happening but they all wanted to share a sleeping bag with me. And at some point I figured out why my mother wouldn't let me hug her any more. It took a long time to figure it out, but I think I was born with it."

I stopped writing for a moment as I pondered this. "Does it work with men, too?"

Orgasma laughed. "That's the cruel part. It only works with women. I think there's some sort of harmonic frequency thing. Women feel it but men don't." 

"I take it you're attracted to men?"

Orgasma cast a sidelong glance at her larger companion, and while the lighting wasn't great I thought I saw her blush. "I am. I was. At least, that was my base. But as this talent progressed I became more arid more interested in women. It was fun to watch them respond, At this point, I guess I'm a woman's woman." She and Stella exchanged smiles, and I concluded that Stella know her talents well.

"Have you ever seen a doctor? Can this be treated?"

"I've gone a couple of times. But only briefly. Male doctors think that it's funny and don't take me seriously, and female doctors have a lot of trouble working with me. It's hard to do an exam when you're climaxing. Besides, I don't want to end up in some government lab."

"So what have you figured out on your own? You mentioned something about harmonic frequencies." 

"It's just a theory. It goes through my hands - no other part of my body, just my hands - and clothing tends to dampen it. It also affects different parts of the body differently. If I touch a woman on the arm, it slowly heats her up. If I touch a slightly erogenous zone like her scalp or her lower back, I get her very horny but usually not quite enough to take her over the edge. And if I touch a breast or pussy, she's going to come hard. If I touch her clit or finger bang her, she'll be screaming in no time."

Stella grinned broadly. "She's the best girlfriend ever: "

I laughed too, but shifted uncomfortably in my chair. ] was a veteran of a lot of odd stories, but this one was truly going to be unique. If I could convince people, that is.

"So can you control this... this gift?" I asked." Can you turn it off and on?" Orgasma shook her head. "I'm always on. Wanna see?" 

I have to admit that I was waiting for this moment. I'd seen what she did to Jovie and Leah and especially Vivian, and I was curious. Any girl would be.

I tried to suppress a smile. "Would you be willing to show me?"

The two circus women exchanged knowing looks. "Sure, "Orgasma said. "Give me your hand."

She grasped my wrist with one hand and slowly stroked my open palm with the other. "Hands are sensitive," she said, "but for most people they're not particularly erotic. Do you like what I'm doing?" She had very warm and soft hands, and I had to admit that it felt good. She kept stroking my palm, "If I keep doing this, you'll start warming up. But it's slow unless you have a hand fetish. Do you feel it?" 

It felt very nice. But then, doesn't it always feel nice when someone holds your hand and strokes your palm? And Orgasma had a sensual style of doing it. Of course it was going to turn me on a little bit. But was this all she had? It was a little disappointing.

Orgasma brought a hand up and ran it across my face. "You have wonderful cheekbones," she said. "If you touch a person's face, they usually feel it more quickly than if you touch their hands. Do you feel it more?"

Orgasma was an attractive woman. I'm not into women, but I suddenly became aware of her tiny bikini, and how her sizable breasts fell against each other as she leaned forward toward me, creating a very nice cleavage. So full and plump. I kind of wanted to touch them. "It feels nice;" I admitted.

She rose up and scooted into my chair next to me, her bare hips rubbing against me. She ran a hand up and down my back, softly, like a lover would do. She leaned in and bit my earlobe.

Oh, god. That was the sexiest thing ever. I have a thing for men biting me on the earlobe. Don't judge me on that. I don't know why I love it so, but I do. Suddenly I could feel myself lubricating, and I squirmed slightly in my seat. Was she magical, or was she just able to figure out how people's buttons were pushed?

"Are you excited?" she whispered. Her tongue flicked into my ear.

Stella and Jovie were watching intently. I wasn't going to lose control in this setting. No way, no how. I was a professional. "It's very nice," I said, a little more breathily than I intended. Her hand continued to stroke my back, up and down.

"Tell me where you like to be touched," Orgasma whispered. I could feel the pressure of her breast on my arm, the tickle of her breath in my ear. A hand grasped my jaw and pulled it to the side, so I could look into her eyes.

She kissed me.

I'm not a lesbian. Like any woman I have the occasional fantasy, but I'm not lesbian. But there was something about this woman. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and dominated me, and after a moment of shock and hesitation, I kissed back. Why was I kissing back?

She swung one of her naked legs over me, and suddenly she was sitting on my lap, facing me. She leaned into me, her nearly naked breasts crushing against mine, and pushed me back into the chair. We kissed long and hard as she pulled my hair with one hand and bear hugged me with the other. Suddenly I was so horny that I could actually feel my vagina flex, as if it was trying to pull a penis inside it, begging to pull a penis inside it.

She was a fantastic kisser. I wanted to fight her, wanted to say no, but it felt so good. I became very aware of my nipples. I love for my partner to play with my nipples. I could feel them hardening and pushing against my dress, demanding attention. 

Don't...say ... anything. I willed myself to resist. She knew some trick and it was really working. I desperately wanted to touch myself, to be touched, to be licked, frigged, fucked, anything to put me over the edge. But she just kissed me, and it was simultaneously incredibly satisfying and amazingly frustrating.

"Look at her hips move," I heard Stella say.

Orgasma broke loose from my mouth and pulled away slightly. She stared into my eyes. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, a knowing smile on her face.

She knew the answer. But I couldn't give it. Jovie was sitting right there. I had responsibilities. "Let's continue the interv-"

I didn't get the words out before she was on me again, pressing herself against me, probing my lips with her tongue, and stroking my back, my arms, even my throat. Her breasts crushed sensually against mine. I didn't fight it, and the heat in my pussy grew. It shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be feeling this.

I managed to pull back. "How are you doing that?" I asked softly, my voice strained.

"Do you want to cum?"

I should have pushed her off of me. I knew that I should. I should have ended the interview. It probably wasn't enough for a great story, but it would pass. 

But I didn't do anything. I was the rabbit before the snake, and she knew she had me. Sitting on my lap, she grinned with evil intent, caressing me with long strokes up my arms, shoulders, neck, and through my hair. "I love redheads," she said. "I can see your nipples now through your dress. Are they light colored?"

I was actually getting close to cumming.

"Tell me. Are your nipples light colored or dark colored?"

Another 30 seconds like this, and I was going to cum.

"Let's see." Orgasma reached behind me and unzipped my dress, peeling the strapless bodice down over my bust. Then she unhooked my strapless bra and lifted it away. I let her. I was so close. I couldn't believe that I let her.

"I don't think you should be doing that," I heard Jovie say meekly.

"Her nipples are fantastic," Stella said. She stood up and stepped over to inspect them more closely. "They're so big and hard, and I love that light pink color. I want to chew on them."

Orgasma leaned in and nibbled on my throat. "If I touch your nipples, it'll give you a great orgasm. Do you want me to touch your nipples?"

My nubs were aching. I loved to have them squeezed and licked and rubbed. It felt like they were going to break through their skin. "If you want to," I said. Was I really going to let a woman touch me there? It was as if another voice had said the words.

"Take off all your clothes," Orgasma ordered. She bounced off my lap. "We'll need to secure you down, and then I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had." 

Grabbing my hands, she pulled me to my feet. My dress hung around my waist and I didn't know where my bra was. My pussy was practically dripping with desire. I looked at Orgasma, who was staring lustily at my breasts. I looked at Stella, who was literally licking her lips with desire. Behind them, still seated, Jovie's cute brow was furrowed with worry. She was shaking her head at me in warning.

But hey, she'd done the same thing just a few minutes ago. I was turned on as hell, and I didn't have a boyfriend at home to satiate me. I'd never had a lesbian experience, but this wasn't even really lesbian. It was magic. Whatever she was doing, it was magic. And all she was going to do was touch me, touch me for the sake of journalism. I had to finish out this ride for the sake of the story.

And I really needed to cum.

I pulled my dress down and stepped out of it and my shoes. 

"Panties, too," Stella ordered, and I removed them as well.

So there I was, standing stark naked in a trailer in a circus sideshow, longing to get touched by a woman. Life was weird sometimes. "Do it," I pleaded against my judgment. "Let me finish."

Stella pushed me gently backwards until a table bumped against my hip. It was the rack behind their sofa. She and Orgasma half-pushed, half-lifted me onto it, both grinning like Cheshire cats. Stella nodded toward my hips and then spoke to Orgasma. "Look at that red landing strip," she commented. "Is that amazing or what?"

The table had manacles on each corner, and they began hooking them up, Stella working on my wrists and Orgasma working on my ankles as I lay on my back. Every touch of Orgasma seemed to bring me closer to cumming, but it wasn't enough to put me over the edge. It just drove me crazy with desire. I wanted her to put me over the edge so bad, but she wasn't making contact with me on my most sensitive parts, just my feet and ankles and calves. The energy ran straight up to my pussy, and I arched my back in frustration.

"Tighten her up," Orgasma said.

My wrist manacles were attached to some sort of rotating mechanism, because above my head I heard chains clinking and gears grinding, and my wrists got pulled higher and higher. I reached a resistance point, but they kept pulling, harder and harder, stretching me further on the table with each passing second. All of the slack in my body disappeared, and quickly I found myself unable to move at all, stretched so tightly that I was immobile. Jovie stood behind them, and I could see her studying my naked body. It was a turn-on to see her staring at my breasts with their big pale areolae and thick, erect nipples, then to feel her gaze honing in between my legs.

Orgasma continued to fondle my feet, and it was driving me crazy. Even though she was three feet away, my pussy was reacting as if it was the part being fondled. Stella, standing at the head of the table, leaned over me and began playing with my breasts. I wasn't sure what to think about that, but I would process it later. Right now, it just felt good. 

"Do you want to cum?" Orgasma asked. "Do you want the most intense orgasm of your life?"

"Yes," I nodded, wishing I could move my hips against the tight bonds. "I'm ready."

"You have to earn it first," Orgasma smirked. She climbed up on the table between my legs, and began stroking my knees. The energy coursed up my thighs and straight into my pussy. I tried to flex my hips into it, but couldn't. It was frustrating to be on the edge like that, so close but unable to push myself over the edge. 

"Are you ready to earn it?" 

"Yes."

Stella was playing with my nipples, her sizable breasts hanging over my face. She reached up behind her and removed her bikini top, then rubbed her breasts into my face. Unlike the rest of her body, they were soft and yielding, enveloping me. I'd never felt another woman's breasts before.

And then ... uh-oh. Stella raised up and I heard some rustling, then saw the bodybuilder's bikini bottom fly gently through the air to the couch. She put one knee near my left ear, then the other one near my right as she climbed onto the table. In the meantime, Orgasma moved her caresses up to my hips, making me moan in pleasure and practically cry for relief. It was as if my brain was expecting an orgasm but my pussy was making contact with nothing but air. 

"Finish me," I gasped. "Just a little more. I can't stand it."

"I cum first," Stella said. Suddenly she was looming over me, positioned on her knees with her bare, shaved vulva hovering overhead. Her outer lips were big and thick, a beautiful dark pink in contrast to her light skin tone, and her inner labia flowered out nicely. 





The Girl with Magical Hands Pt. 02



"Oh, no," I heard Jovie say as the vulva lowered down onto my face.

I panicked for a second, but quickly figured out that I could breathe through my nose. It was stuck up her crack dangerously close to her anus, but I could breathe. And her pussy was right on my mouth.

What else could I do? My own pussy was about to explode. I had to do it. I tentatively tapped her with my tongue, once, then twice, not knowing quite what to do.

Stella was working my helpless breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples in a manner that brought pleasure more than pain. "Oh, yeah," I heard her say. "She's doing it."

I had no choice. Orgasma was driving me crazy. This was not a normal sexual need. This was an entire immersion of my body in a bath of sexual energy. I had to cum. Her hands were stroking the outside of my hips, and it felt as if a dozen of the world's best vibrators were on my clit, but paradoxically not allowing me to cum.

I'd never done anything like this before, but I licked Stella more frantically, squealing to beg Orgasma for what I needed. My brain couldn't process how she was doing this, but it made no difference. I just needed to cum and was willing to do whatever it took to get there.

Stella rode my tongue with approval, moaning herself as she slowly thrust back and forth, compelling me to service her along the full length of her crevice. Her powerful thighs trapped my head, and she worked my helpless breasts mercilessly.

I grappled with the bonds holding my wrists and ankles, but I was stretched tight. My only escape was to make Stella cum, so that I could cum myself. For several minutes I struggled underneath her, recalling every trick that I liked and every trick that a man had pulled on me. And down low, Orgasma continued her cruel strokes, enough to bring me into a frenzy but not let me over the edge. A sweaty sheen coated my nude body.

Finally, I found the right rhythm and pressure. Stella rocked back and forth with an increasing cadence. "Oh, yeah, girl," she said breathily. "Right there. Keep doing that. I fucking love this chick." Her moans came more frequently, her excitement growing, until she finally sucked in her breath, squeezing her thighs so tight on my head that I thought I would burst.

"Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh, godddddddd". She thrashed atop my tongue, flexing and grinding and flexing and grinking, and then suddenly arched and fell silent. She slumped her weight onto my face and her hands, which delightfully crushed my breasts into my rib cage.

She lay still for a moment as I continued to writhe slowly in need beneath her. "This chick is great," she said to Orgasma, then slowly climbed off of me. 

Stationed between my legs, Orgasma continued to stroke my hips and thighs, avoiding my center. I needed to cum so badly. "Please let me cum," I pleaded. I had never felt like this before. I was engulfed in arousal and need. It felt as if half my body was a giant, swollen, glistening clit, throbbing and crying out to get that final friction that it needed.

"My turn," Orgasma said matter-of-factly.

I was confused as she and Stella climbed off the table and switched sides. Orgasma pulled off her tiny bikini to reveal large tan areolas and her attractive shaved pussy. I could see the pink of her lips peeking out between her legs. Stella began inspecting between my spread legs, purring as she experimentally pulled my pale inner lips apart. "Oh, this is nice."

As excited as I was, Stella wasn't Orgasma. She was just a woman, and I suddenly became incensed at her intrusion. "Hey," I said, "don't -".

But I was cut off. Orgasma's magical hands entangled themselves in my hair, caressing my scalp. She leaned in for a kiss, and it was most erotic kiss I'd ever felt. Stars danced in my head, and I practically levitated off the table. 

She separated after a long, slow, sexy tongue invasion, and I looked into her mischievous green eyes. An unbelievable sensation was stimulating my scalp, my neck, my throat, down into my rock hard nipples. Stella now had two fingers inside me, feeling for my G spot as she teased my clit. 

Orgasma looked me in the eyes. "Lick me, honey, okay?" 

A hand crept down, tracing a line down my throat, my collarbone, and onto my breastbone, just over my heart. I threw my mouth open in a silent scream. Oh, god. I was so close! I could feel an enormous orgasm building, but it wasn't quite enough sensation to explode. She patiently awaited my answer.

"Will you let me cum?" I panted. 

"You're going to have the orgasm of your life. Just give me one first."

I groaned in frustration and shame, but had no choice. I scarcely cared that Jovie was watching, standing practically at my shoulder as I writhed in sexual need. I just needed to get over that edge. "Okay. Just please, hurry."

Orgasma swung a leg up over me, giving me a close-up view of her vulva. Like many blondes, her inner workings were a very light pink, and like Stella she too had well-developed outer labia. Her inner labia were small and delicate. She lowered herself onto me, facing toward my feet, and I began doing my duty. 

Stella was cruel. She would rub my clit and my G spot, briskly and expertly, but would then hold off just before I would reach the point of no return on an orgasm. She would slide her fingers down to my anus and finger it while I calmed back down, then would repeat the process over again.

Orgasma was cruel, too. She liked my tongue, I guess, because she would sit on me and enjoy its dance, rocking slightly as she helped me find the most pleasurable parts of her. She tasted sweet. But each time I began to think I had her on the verge, she would rise up out of my reach, breathing heavily and letting herself back down from the precipice. Then she was back on me again.

And her hands! Sometimes they were on my shoulders, sometimes on my rib cage. Sometimes she would lean forward and give me a quick light stroke across the stomach, which sent me into a frenzy of pleasure and pleading. I was practically crying with desire.

"As soon as I touch your boobs, you'll cum," Orgasma whispered. But you're not getting it until I do."

"Guys, stop being mean to her," I heard Jovie say, worry in her voice. "Untie her."

"She loves it," Stella said curtly. "Come over here and play with her yourself."

"Uh-uh." There wasn't much conviction in Jovie's voice.

For an eternity we worked in balance. Stella was teasing and pumping my helpless pussy, I was licking Orgasma for all I was worth, and Orgasma was riding me to her pleasure, intermittently stroking me to keep me on the edge.

Finally the petite and busty blonde settled onto me for good. She was lubricating heavily, and suddenly the end was in sight. Her undulations became faster, more urgent, and she began uttering short, staccato moans. "I'm coming," she gasped. "Keep doing it, just like that." Lower on my body, Stella stopped her fondling and teasing of me, and I sensed her sitting back between my legs to watch.

I was tonguing Orgasma's clit, and concentrated all my effort on it. She pressed down against me, pumping her youthful hips, and uttered a soft, high-pitched wail. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, that's it that's it that's it!"

At that point, she grabbed my breasts.

It was cruel that I was tied so tautly. My back tried to arch from a million years of instinct, but it was impossible. I practically screamed with pleasure as the orgasm raced through my body. It was hard to describe what was happening to me, but my breasts were practically exploding under her touch, and sexual energy raced through me, then centralized itself in my vulva in an explosion of sensation. My wailing voice joined hers, and we both rode to climax together.

And then she reached down between my legs.

Tied as I was, I was completely unable to move. My pussy with its small racing stripe of auburn was at her mercy, and she gave it none. Scooting down to sit on my breasts, Orgasma probed a finger between my lips, then began vigorously masturbating me. 

I would have screamed if I could. Do you know that one instant of complete and utter mindblowing pleasure when an orgasm first hits? Her touch put me there, and it wouldn't let me off. My body stiffened under the onslaught of nerves exploding through it from head to toe, and the onslaught wouldn't stop.

I saw stars. I saw heaven. I had a total out of body experience. Orgasma was working me with her fingers, and every touch was the highest high of the best orgasm a girl could have. It wouldn't stop, and my entire being shrank to that one physical point that she was frigging. I stopped breathing, I stopped seeing, I stopped thinking. It was as if I had left the physical plane and entered a universe of ecstasy.

I don't know how long she held me there, but when she finally lifted her hand I fell back hard into my body. It was as if I had awakened from a dream, sweating and panting madly, disoriented as she sat atop me, giggling. Her hand came down again, and I was back into the astral plane. The sensation was so brilliant that it was almost too much. I felt as if I was going to disappear into it forever.

Hand off. I collapsed back into my body. My vision was blurred, my breathing ragged. I felt like it was time to stop. I didn't think I could do it again.

But I did. Her hand returned, and I couldn't even beg her. I just blasted into nirvana.

Hand off. Orgasma giggled. "You want to try something different now?" I could barely make out the sound of Jovie saying something, of Stella laughing, and then she lowered her hand again.

This time, though, she changed it up. She stroked my clit again, sending me into orbit, but on the downstroke she avoided it, forking two fingers down my lips, between my inner and outer labia.

"Aaaaiiiieeeeeee!" I found my voice. The upstroke on my clit made me cum, but the downstroke was a post-orgasm torture, stimulating my overworked vulva far beyond the point of pleasure and into pain. 

Up and down again. "AAAAAAH! NO! NO!" The upstrokes were heavenly, but the downstrokes were absolute hell. I thrashed hard, feeling as if I was going to dislocate my shoulders and hips. But I was held fast.

Up, then down. Up, then down. She had done this before, I could tell. Absolute ecstasy punctuated into agonizing overstimulation. "Oh, god, please! Too much! Too much! Please stop!"

Up, then down. Repeat. "UNNNNNH!" My hips bucked, my muscles spasming. "I'm begging you! Stop!" A vision of Vivian on stage flashed through my head, and I recognized her emotions and desperation, and why she eventually performed public lesbian acts to escape.

Up, then down, over and over while I gasped and squealed and cried. My synapses were exploding. "AIIIEEEEEE! No more! Please! I'll do anything!"

She raised her hand off of me. My heart was beating like a hummingbird, and I moaned in relief.

"So you'll do it?" she asked. But she wasn't talkimg to me.

"Yes!" Jovie sounded distressed. My foggy mind tried to comprehend what was going on. I had missed something.

Orgasma climbed off of me as I slowly returned from oblivion. 

I looked to my left. Stella had my much smaller Jovie held in a full nelson, and Orgasma was approaching her. Jovie's nostrils flared as the two women began stripping her, raising her top over her head, then removing her lacy bra. 

I didn't usually see women naked, other than perhaps a fleeting glance in the gym shower. But now I was tied naked to a table, watching two naked blondes strip my coworker. Jovie's shorts came down and she stepped out of them. After my ordeal, I assumed that she would be scared to death, but I saw a strange look of anticipation on her face. I suspected that I had looked that way at first too, before I actually experienced what the true force of Orgasma's powers were.

The two blondes sandwiched Jovie, kissing and fondling her. My little intern was attractive with her clothes on, and was absolutely adorable with them off. Her body was trim and toned and perky, and I was surprised at the size of her dark areolae. They weren't as large as mine, but larger than I would expect on such a petite girl with smallish breasts. They were perhaps the size of a half dollar, and puffed out slightly from her breast flesh. Below the waist, she had a full strip of jet black pubic hair, trimmed neatly but still full. I could see a hint of her opening below as she struggled to keep her balance between her two aggressors.

Orgasma was working her just like she had done to me, building her up, touching her in the places that excited but didn't climax. Orgasma was cruel, and her sidekick Stella was a perfect accomplice. The two of them ganged up on the little Filipina, pulling her down onto the couch. I strained to raise and turn my head to see them, but could only hear them as I lay stretched to my limit. 

I'm embarrassed to say that what I heard was a turn on. Jovie was gasping and squealing and pleading, and I knew that the two performers were teasing her just like they teased me, bringing her to the brink of orgasm again and again, denying her again and again. Jovie had a little high-pitched voice and it was incredibly erotic to hear the naïve young coed being ganged up on by the two experienced women. 

"Lick me," I heard Stella order, and Jovie's squeaks and squeals grew muted for several minutes. I could hear only her muffled calls, Stella's growing groans of pleasure, and Orgasma's occasional laughs and taunts. Occasionally the furniture shifted on the floor as someone began thrashing too hard, and I could feel the vibrations of their movements through the table that bound me.

Stella came again, and I could hear Orgasma take her turn. I wondered if Jovie was better at cunnilingus than I was, and felt guilty about wondering. The circus blondes were taking a bit longer to come this time, but that was probably natural given their past action with me. 

"Oh, wow," I heard Orgasma profess. "She really moves her tongue fast. I like this one." She rode Jovie's face for several more minutes before I heard her breathy moans increase in frequency and volume.

"Oh, baby, keep eating me, just like that. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, her tongue is fantastic!" I could hear the furniture scooch against the floor as Orgasma bucked and thrashed. Then movement again, and Orgasma was sitting on the floor beside me, purring with contentment.

"Please let me cum." Jovie's voice was small and shy, but strained. The two blondes laughed.

"She wants to cum," Stella mocked. "Do you want me to fist her?"

Orgasma sighed with contentment. "No, she was really good. Let's give her a reward. Let's have Red eat her out."

My eyes widened. No, surely not. I had been left alone long enough that I had recovered my wits. I didn't want to have sex with women, much less my little intern. I lay still, as if I somehow believed that they didn't remember me, that there was someone else who would be called "Red".

There was some minor scuffling, and suddenly Stella was looming over me. In her powerful arms, jackknifed with her knees pinned up against her shoulders, was a nude Jovie. Her position blatantly displayed her vulva to me, glistening with moisture. It was tiny and looked like it would be very tight, and her clit was very prominently protruding. Trapped as she was, she couldn't move, her legs pinned up to her chest, her arms pinned to her side, her back trapped against Stella's impressive rack.

"Hey, Red," Stella said, grinning. "Your friend here hasn't gotten to cum yet. She needs your help."

Orgasma appeared on my other side. "Yes, she needs your help," she said. With that, she stroked her magical hand up and down my thigh. 

I closed my eyes. That felt sooooo good. Even after my exhausting earlier experience, my clit was suddenly back at attention, my pussy quickly lubricating up. I couldn't believe how fast my body reacted to her.

Orgasma gave me another kiss, pressing her tongue into my mouth. She looked me in the eyes. "Maybe she'll help you, too." She straightened back up. "What do you say, girls? Do you want to eat each other out?" Orgasma rubbed my stomach with her left hand, and stroked her right up and down the back of Jovie's trapped thigh. We both moaned in delight and frustration as the sexual magic flowed into us.

"Please let me cum," Jovie begged. "I can't stand it." I could see her nipples on her chest, and was astounded at their length. They were two small erect cylinders, sticking up at least a half-inch from her breasts. They were spectacular, and also betrayed her desperation. The poor girl.

I envisioned myself as an adventurous woman. I was hip. I was cool. Or at least I thought I was. But I had never approached this night before. I had already eaten two women to orgasm, and now a third was literally being dangled over me. And beyond my control, my clit and pussy were practically pulsing with desire to receive the same.

Jovie's toes were flexing and she was whimpering in frustration. I swallowed hard. "I'll do it," I said. "Lower her down."

Orgasma looked at Jovie with amusement. "Red down here will help you out. Will you help her out?"

"Yes! Whatever you want. Just let me cum!"

"Oh, goody! Let's have a little 69 action. Stella?"

The bodybuilder positioned Jovie over me and lowered her down. Oh, god. Her pussy was dark and furry, unlike that of the two blondes, and it was practically dripping with desire. It was planted onto my face as Stella positioned Jovie into a 69 position atop me. 

I didn't care. I began using my tongue on Jovie and she immediately began grinding herself onto my face, frantic for her orgasm. I used my newfound knowledge to locate her prominent clit and gave it special attention. I could feel her hair tickle my hips, then her head was forced between my legs, and ...

Oh, god. It was so good. I never thought of Jovie as a lesbian, or having any lesbian disposition, but she either had a lot of practice or she was the best natural talent one could imagine. Her tongue and lips practically made me scream with pleasure, amplified by Orgasma's hands running across Jovie's back and my thighs.

We frantically serviced each other, me bound, stretched, and immobile on the bottom, her curled up on top, pinned in place by Stella's powerful arms. "Do you like her pink pussy?" Orgasma taunted. "Have you ever 69'ed a redhead?" I could feel Jovie trembling and shaking above me, desperate with lust, and I tried to help her, to put her over the edge. At the same time, I was getting close myself, falling prey to the amazing tongue and lips of my cute intern as well as Orgasma's sexual teasing. We were both moaning and thrusting, trying to get over the top, when Orgasma unveiled her final trick.

"Not quite there? Let me help you out," she said. Her hand appeared above the curve of Jovie's pert derriere, the index finger glinting with the opaque shine of Vaseline. As I looked up at it, I was confused for a second about what was about to happen, and then it hit me.

"No!" I tried to shout, but I was buried in the silky fur and lips of my partner. The finger came down and, in one smooth move, plunged forcefully into Jovie's tight anus. At exactly that same moment, Orgasma's other hand struck home in my own anus, driving a finger up to its entire length.

Jovie and I screamed and bucked at the same time, our brains exploding in a perverse combination of ecstasy and agony as we were impaled anally by Orgasma's magic fingers. Orgasma made us dance for what seemed like forever, riding the crests of neverending orgasms, and then I saw her thumb enter Jovie's tiny tight pussy at the same time I felt her other one enter mine. As Jovie screamed and stiffened, my eyes rolled back into my head. The last thing I remembered seeing was the ceiling tiles above me.

I don't know how long I was out. I awoke on the hood of my car, lying face down atop a nude and disoriented Jovie. The parking lot was empty, the carnival dark. Crickets chirped as I rose, my pussy feeling like I'd just pulled a train with a professional football team. I was stark naked, but saw my clothes and Jovie's in a pile at our feet.




The Girl with Magical Hands Pt. 02



I dragged Jovie around to the passenger side, threw our clothes in, and dug my keys out of one of the pockets. Utterly exhausted and drained, I collapsed into the driver's seat and pondered what had happened. After a few long moments Jovie moaned and her eyes flickered open. She turned her head and looked me up and down. "Are we going to write about this?" she asked softly.

I started the car and let it idle. I looked over at her, and even in the darkness I could see the black tuft between her legs, the long shadows of her still-erect nipples. I wondered if perhaps we would try to relive tonight at some point just so we could help process it.

I shook my head and put the car in gear. "The old couple that met on the tilt-a-whirl," I said slowly. "We'll write about them." I made a slow and careful 180 and put the carnival in my rear-view mirror.