"Well, that was a fine performance, wasn't it?" Melvin asked as he cast aside his jacket and loosened his tie.

"I'd say!" Emily said as she sat in Molly's lap. There was only one chair, and Melvin stood, so they shared. "Thanks for picking us!"

"Yeah!" Molly agreed as she stretched out, working out the stress in her back.

"That's good to hear," Melvin agreed. "But I have to say, I'm surprised."

"About what?" Emily asked.

"Well, you two hid the fact that you're lovers the whole way and stayed friends" he said.

Molly frowned, aware of how her girlfriend was naked in her lap. And how she was too. Not that she minded. Just some things should be private, you know? "How did you figure that out?"

"I watched the way you looked at each other," Melvin confirmed. He then snapped his finger with realization. "Ah! You're both bisexual, right? You didn't mind the guys either."

"He's got us," Emily frowned as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Leaning forward, Molly kissed her on the cheek. "Don't worry. It's not like he cares."

"I don't, really," Melvin confirmed. "I mean, sure, it's nice to know, but it's not like it affects anything." He stood up straight. "You want to do that again. You two want to work for me as assistants."

"I don't see why not." Emily thought it over. "I mean, part time, right? I still work."

"I can do that too," Molly agreed. "It was fun being on stage tonight! I want to do that again."

Melvin smiled. "Excellent! We can sort out the details later. For now, how about the three of us get acquainted a little bit better? After all, you'll need to know a lot more if we're going to do this more often."

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"He is such a doufus!" Emily laughed as she pulled the covers up over her and Molly. After being on the stage together, sleeping together didn't seem like such a huge hurdle any more. And they both agreed that now was as good a time as any.

"Shut up about Melvin," Molly complained as she rolled over to straddle her lover. "I want to hear [i]you[/i]."

"Spoil sport." Emily retorted.

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Melvin waited in the front area to his practice space. If all went well.... Yes! he silently celebrated. His two assistants arrived a little ahead of schedule. Now, he knew he would have to refresh his control - and keep it light. The more intense the manipulation, the more likely something would unravel and his work would come undone.

"Ladies!" he greeted them as they stepped inside. "Glad you both could arrange for a day off at the same time."

They shared a look. "It was easy," Molly stated as she stepped in, closing the door behind her.

"Excellent!" he snapped his fingers. "So, today I wanted to start with something simple. Knife throwing."

"I don't know," Molly commented as she took off her boots. "I don't know how to throw knives. Just spread butter."

Emily nodded in agreement. "Neither do I."

Melvin took them each by the hand. "That's alright. I will do the throwing. You two will simply be the targets."

"Is that safe?" Emily asked.

Melvin smiled. "Of course! Now, go get changed and meet me in the next room."

Soon, he took in their new apparel. He had acquired their sizes, and made sure the leotards were properly shaped. It was the work of minutes, not that he would have minded. Molly was in the red tights, and Emily the blue. "You two look ravishing," he complimented them both.

"Thanks!" Molly chirped. "But I thought we were gonna be nude, like the show."

"That was an exception, not the rule," Melvin informed them. "Now, shall we make a little game of this?"

They considered it. "I don't see why not." Emily didn't sound convinced. "What's the game?"

"I'm going to blindfold both of you for this," Melvin gestured at the two bands beside a very large assortment of knives. "And toss these at you. The first one of you to say they don't want any more is the loser."

"And what will the winner get?" Molly asked, eyes twinkling.

"As you're both hypnotized," Melvin reminded them, "one free command."

"Deal!" They both shot out their hands to shake on it, and all three of them did.

Melvin quickly tied the blindfolds around their eyes and set them standing in front of a padded board, one that he had no problems in should he miss. He wasn't about to kid himself though. He was probably going to miss. He then leaned in and whispered something into each of their ears.

His first throw went wide. The second as well. With a sigh, he carefully lined up, lamenting the fact he was probably never going to put this in his act except for the comedy. The third flailed through the air and hit Molly in her leg. She looked down, but saw nothing through her blindfold. "Uh, what was that?"

"My aim sucks, alright!"  He tossed another knife, and it too missed. And again.  He got far too close for regular throwing, deciding that he should just practice on his own time.

Melvin threw another knife, and it plunged into Emily's left breast. She gasped at the impact and felt around at the knife. "Wow, lucky."

He threw again and again, still missing on occasion, despite being closer. Finally, after being punctured a half dozen times, it was Molly who gave in. "Enough!" she called out. "This isn't doing anything," she complained despite the knives in her body. "I give."

Emily cheered. "I win!" she called out. "I get to give you an order!"

"We're still not hypnotized," Molly said. "Can I remove the blindfold now?"

Melvin stopped her. "No. Emily, you have something you want to tell her?"

"Yeah!" she said as she took off her own blindfold. Ignoring the metal in her, she reached out for a knife, a long and wicked one with plenty of ornate curves to it. "Molly, you're going to orgasm every time you get hit." She threw the knife and it buried itself in Molly's stomach, who promptly gasped, her cheeks flushing read. "Hey Mel, think you could leave us two alone for a few minutes?"

Melvin bowed, and went for a coffee.

Emily waited, then she took off Molly's blindfold. "He wants you, so badly," she told her.

"Well, yeah," Molly looked down at the various knives in her. "Can you blame him?"

"Nope!" Emily replied as she pulled the knife out of Molly's leg. "Not at all. But you know, if we're going to be working together, we're going to have to sort all this out."

Molly nodded. "Yeah."

"So, here's what I think we should do," Emily explained. "I give you permission to fuck him whenever, I won't hold it against you. In exchange, you don't worry when I have sex with him either."

"What!"

"Yeah. He bangs you, I bang him, we bang each other, everyone gets all the stress out that they want. I mean, we'd just be fuck-buddies, him and us, so nothing serious there. But you and I stay serious."

Molly thought about it. "Sure, I can do that. Deal?"

Emily kissed her, then pushed the dagger through her mouth. "Excellent! I'm going to go tell him now, and let him know you're available!"