My latest lovely assistant walked into the cafe. She didn't know it yet, but I had to admit that her long orange-blonde hair that fell down to her shapely buttocks did little to force attention away from her.  She strolled up to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools. I took the one beside her, evicting a man who thought he had a chance with her, though I did make it worth his time.

She ignored me, which was fine by me. I didn't want or need her attention just yet as I did my thing. Nothing blatant, like spiking her drink. That was for criminals.

She glanced as me. I ignored it.

She looked at me again, and this time our eyes met. Ah, they were gorgeous sapphires. Her flame-coloured strips of cloth were tied off around her neck and between her bosom, drawing the eye into the gap. There were similar bows on her hips.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"I would like to see more," I admitted. And I would. See more. "Care for a tease?"

She huffed at my forwardness, but the hooks were set. "You really think I'd do that without at least a proper drink?"

"Perhaps," I said, "but I do have rules, and that includes not going for those who are inebriated."

She looked me over. "You look familiar."

"Perhaps," I did not confirm or deny.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Too late. "Well, who cares anyway? It's not like I swing your way," she said.

"You're right, who cares?" I said. "Hrm, your seat seems to be loose. Stand up."

She looked down in confusion, then did as I said. I reached under her and spun the seat so that the cushion was removed, leaving behind only the pole the seat sat on. "There! Much better."

She looked down at it. "Uh...."

"It's perfect for you!" I said.

She shrugged, and sat down, adjusting herself on the small end. "You're right, it is better."

I smiled. "I bet it is. Now, you mentioned not swinging my way. Can you be more specific?"

"I'm not gonna fuck you, if that's what you want," she said with a cat's grin. "Certainly not on the first date. Maybe not even on the second one."

I had gotten her to change her mind, even just a little bit. "You know, this island resort isn't exactly, shall we say, dating friendly," I pointed out. It had a reputation to maintain. "Playing hard to get is fine, but still...."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, fine," she said as she turned on her small space and faced me directly. "I'll let you pull one knot loose," she offered. "Just one."

Never give a magician the opportunity to pull on something. Ever.

I reached out with my right hand, grasped the knotted ribbon about her left hip, and pulled.

Her entire bottom came free in my hand, and her eyes went wide with a surprised "Eeep!"

I stared into her eyes. "I did as you commanded," I said. "Now it's your turn to do as I say. It's only fair."

She didn't blink. "Yeah. I just wanted to tease you a bit, but damn, you're good." She didn't seem bothered by losing half her clothes. "What's it you want me to do?"

"Sit straight down, then suck my cock," I said.

She looked down, between her legs. Then she made to stand, perhaps not realizing what I meant, and I put my hand on her shoulder. "No," I said. "Sit down with the pole between your legs."

It took her a moment for my meaning to be impressed in her mind, and she grinned. From her half-standing position, she reached behind herself, and pulled apart her but cheeks. Then she sat back down, pushing the top of the stool through her ass. She pushed herself down further, driving the cool metal up into her body, simply because I told her to, her legs adjusting for her new position until simply the weight of her body was enough to finish the job.

"oooh, that hurts," she said as she leaned around the pole now inside her. There was no grand glamour here, no performance for me to make a spectacle of. Just a woman driving a pole into her body. "But I barely feel it!"

She grinned, then looked at my shorts. I wasn't some proper magician to wear pants all the time. I took the weather into account. And a tropical resort had good weather. She licked her lips, and went to the second half of my command with no skill, but plenty of energy.

She was well on her way when we were disturbed for the first time. "What are you doing?!" I looked up and saw an older woman standing there, one hand on her hip, looking down at the woman who serviced me. She had long black hair and her bikini was equally as provocative with the crossed strips going around her waist and between her legs, or around her chest and up over her shoulders.

"M!" The woman at my loins pulled back. "Mom! What are you doing here?"

The mother looked down at her daughter. Now I could see the relation. The elder had aged very well indeed, looking half her age. "What did I tell you about sucking a man?" she demanded.

Not the question I had been expecting.

"It's safer than sex?" the daughter replied. "No STDs?"

The mother groaned, putting one hand on her forehead as she processed this. Well, this was awkward, but it would only take a moment to...

The mother stepped up and took the back of her daughter's head in one hand, and my own rear in the other. She then shoved the two together, stifling any other objections from the younger as she found her moth completely full. "No, I said that you don't stop until you suck him dry!" she said with a wink at me.

Not what I was expecting at all. This seemed to be a summer for such things. "So, what do you plan to do with my daughter?" she asked, staring me in the face from very, very close.

"I was going to let her finish, then instruct her to come to my show tonight where I would set her beauty to the wolves," I told her truthfully.

"Pft, laaaame, the dark-haired woman retorted. "She's a virgin! This is the closest she's had to sex with a man or a woman!" I felt her daughter try to object, but she couldn't say a thing. "I recognize you, mister 'Evil' Magician," she put the quotes around my title with ease, "and I've seen your show. So, here's the deal."

She leaned in, our noses almost touching. "I give you permission to take my daughter and fuck her properly, not this pussyfooting around. Then, as thanks for your hard work, I'll throw myself to your wolves. Deal?"

Surprise, surprise. "Deal," I said as I slid one hand up the inside of her leg, then pushed two fingers into her. She tightened around them. "Any other requests before I give you the little and big deaths?"

"Make me scream," she demanded.