Things like the hot asian girl in accounting. I passed by her in the hall several times a day. Tall, thin, tanned, long legs, and brown hair with bronze highlights that came down to her waist. She always wore tight outfits that really showed off her fantastic figure. Never knew her name, but she always smiled at me when we passed. One day, she stopped me, putting her hand on my arm. "Hey, you do magic, right?"
I nodded. I had shown off some of my stuff to co-workers in the breakroom. She must have seen me performing.
"Do you saw women in half and stuff?" Her eyes were a fascinating hazel-green. I didn't care if they were probably colored contacts.
"All the time," I lied. I mostly do card tricks.
"Hmmm..." she purred and smiled. "I wonder... I've always wanted to be an assistant." She squeezed my wrist and started down the hall again. I turned to watch her. Her butt moved in the most fascinating way when she walked. Halfway down the hall she turned and saw me staring. She winked, and continued, adding a little extra wiggle to her walk. I quickly continued to the restroom, hands in pockets to conceal a workplace-inappropriate bulge.
It was about a week later that I was working way too late, trying to finish up a project, when the IM popped up on my screen.
hey, magic man... busy?
I looked at the spreadsheet on my second monitor, 2000 lines and only half finished.
Not too busy, I typed. Technically, it wasn't due till close of business tomorrow.
ooh, good! can you meet me in conference room c-4?
BRT. I hit the save button, picked up the pack of cards I carry with me, and headed down the hall.
She was already waiting in the conference room, sitting on the large table. Wearing a black skirt, hose, and a tight beige top; maybe too tight- through a gap in the buttons, I spotted the black line of her bra. Behind her was a line of ten-ream paper boxes. She smiled. "Hey."
"Hi," I said, nervously.
"I saw you were working late, too. I figured you might want a break. Could you show me a magic trick or two?"
If I didn't want a break before, I needed one now. There was no way I could get my mind back on work. I pulled out my deck, and showed her one of my better tricks. It was very risque, so I hoped I wasn't misinterpreting her intentions- I kind of liked this job. However, the trick is a killer- it looks impossible, even to other magicians. Especially the part where the Jack of Hearts appears in the girl's bra.
She stared at the card in disbelief, then looked at me and grinned. "Show me another one." She didn't bother buttoning up her top again. I guess I hadn't misread her, after all. I riffled the cards.
"No- one of the big ones." She gestured to the boxes behind her with her head. "Stick me inside and do things to me."
I felt myself flush, and looked at the boxes. "Uh-" I really didn't want to admit that card tricks were about the extent of my talents. "This is a little short notice."
She smiled. "Come on, you're a magician."
She slid off the table and stepped over to me. I tried not to stare down her shirt, but it wasn't easy with her sliding her hand up my shoulder and behind my neck. "Wing it," she said in a sultry whisper, and stepped away.
I looked around. Boxes, box cutter, dry erase markers... what was I going to do? I let my hands work while my mind drifted. I'd figured I'd just half-ass something, and work it into another killer card trick, then we could laugh and go for a drink... and later, well...
"That looks interesting," she purred. I stood back and looked at what I'd done. Four empty boxes lined end to end, the sides cut out in the middle to form a long container. A passable silouette of the girl's lovely form scribbled on the lids, and cut outs in the box for a face in the lid of the first box, feet in the lid of the last box, and two hands in the lid of the second box.
She walked to the far side of the table, hopped up, and crawled across the surface to the box. She flipped the lids open. "Should I climb inside?"
"Sure," I smiled. I still had no idea what I was going to do, but the thought of her getting into those boxes turned me on so much I wasn't going to admit it.
She took off her short boots, and wiggled her toes. Then she smiled at me and climbed in, and closed the lid. I stepped forward as she pushed her feet, hands, and face out through the holes. "So, magic man, whatcha going to do to me?" She giggled. "Cut me up?" She winked. "Make my clothes disappear?" She gestured with her fingers, "Impale me with that sword in your pants?"
I looked down, saw the bulge she had already noticed. There was only one thing on my mind, and it wasn't magic. Still... a thought popped into my head.
I pushed on the end of the fourth box, and it began to slide inside the third one. She laughed. I figured she was playing along, bending her knees as the boxes slid together. She pushed her head further through the cut out and looked at her feet. I tickled one of them. She laughed. "That feels weird. Keep going." I looked at her toes as I pushed further. "Hold on a sec." I looked up, and realized 'weird' wasn't describing the tickling, unless she was really flexible. The fourth box was more than halfway inside the third one, and I didn't think there was enough room for her to get into a position that would fit in that space.
She pulled her hands and face inside the box, and I heard some rustling. She pushed her beige top out of the face cut-out. "I don't want this to get wrinkled." I took the blouse, and folded it for her, setting it on one of the chairs.
"Anything else?" I asked. She grinned wickedly, pulled her toes into the box. There was more rustling, then she pushed her skirt out. As I took it, she pushed her face, hands, and feet back through the holes so I couldn't see inside the box.
I slid the boxes together some more. The second and fourth boxes now overlapped a bit, so I removed the lid from the third. I still couldn't see inside, and wondered what she looked like now in there. She tilted her head up and looked at the boxes. "Wow- I'm finally in a magic trick! How are you doing this?" I had no idea. "Hehe, no- I don't want to know." She pulled her hands back in again. More rustling. They emerged, holding her bra. "Some incentive to keep going."
I kept going. I slid the third box into the second, then pushed the first box into the second as well. The cardboard lid from the first box started covering the holes she was sticking her fingers through. She wiggled her toes. "Pull my stockings. Go ahead." I did. They slid off her legs and feet, leaving them bare. Her toenails had a French pedicure. "Before you cover the finger holes, take this." Her hand vanished inside the boxes again, and emerged, holding a black lace thong. I took it and blinked. How did she take those off? I was sure her feet had been in my view the whole time. She laughed. "I know a trick or two, myself."
She slipped her hands beneath the lid, and I pushed until the first and fourth boxes overlapped, then removed the second lid. Together, the two boxes were only 30" long, and 11" high and wide. I had no idea what her body looked like now, except that it was completely naked.
"Don't stop now," she purred. I couldn't if I wanted to. I put my hands on either end of the boxes, and pushed the first and fourth box into each other. She pulled her toes into the fourth lid, and I took it off, then finished sliding the boxes together. She closed her eyes and sighed- a long, low, slow release. I stepped back. Somehow, I'd managed to compress this willing, playful volunteer into a 15"x11"x11" box. And I had no idea how I'd done it.
She looked at me and winked. "You can fuck me now, if you want."
I did want.
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, let them slide down my legs, my erection poking out of the fly in my boxers. I pulled on the end of the fourth box, opening up a hole.
"Oh god yes! Put your magic wand inside of me!" she cried, tilting her head back so her face slid back inside the cut out. I grabbed the sides of the boxes, too hard. As I pulled the box onto me, the glue on the other end split, and the sides collapsed down.
I came instantly, and rather unsatisfyingly, in empty cardboard.
Quickly, I pulled the lid off, looking at the stacked boxes. I pulled the sides up and looked at the interior, brown and empty, except for my cum, seeping slowly into the cardboard. I pulled up the pieces. I looked at the lids. There was no sign of her. I slid all the boxes together again, pulled them apart. Nothing. She was gone.
Eventually, I pulled my pants up, put the crushed boxes in the recycling bin. I managed to find her cube, and put her clothes, neatly folded, in the desk drawer.
I went back to my desk, failed to finish the spreadsheet. Waited until dawn for another instant message from her that never came.
I went out of my way to walk by her cubicle a few times every day, hoping she was there. After the first week, the nameplate was replaced with "Vacant." After the second week, an intern was sitting there. I stopped walking by.
I guess there was an investigation, probably, but there wasn't anything for them to find. Nobody had entered or left the building that night.
Maybe I dreamed the whole thing? I don't know. Eventually, I left that old job. I just wasn't interested in it anymore. I started busking. The local comedy club owner saw I was good, gave me a chance on a regular show, let me start emceeing. It's decent money, the tips are good. Every few days, one of the customers asks if I can perform at their party.
"Sure," I tell them. "Sure. But I mostly do card tricks."