Zatanna Has Showmanship

AN: Okay, I swear I was trying to write a short chapter. It was going to be straight to the point and smutty. As it went on, it kind of...led in another direction. I’m sorry! However, all the relationship, dialogue, stuff is at the end of the chapter. So if you’re just here for the smut, it’s right there at the top. Enjoy!

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Zatanna Zatara lived two lives, though both under the name of Zatanna. One was the showbiz life -- performing magic shows for crowds of adoring fans. All the magic she did on stage were purely illusions, no actual sorcery needed. She enjoyed the spotlight, and if nothing else it paid the bills. Her other life was that of a superhero -- using actual sorcery to combat legions of villainous fiends (both magical and nonmagical alike). She had something of a spotlight there as well, but it was often shared with other heroes, and her exploits often dealt with things that went bump in the night. Not a lot of press coverage there. Regardless, that life help to scratch her adventurous itch and gave her life a more meaningful purpose. However, there was another life. A secret life, known only to close, open-minded, friends and those who were willing to pay far more than the usual ticket price.

As always, it was a sold-out show. The venue was small; intimately so. Given that so few could afford the cover charge, it made sense. Given the promised content, some would likely be uncomfortable with the limited space. They would deal. Once the show began, their minds would be too focused on the show to care about anyone else in the room. Anyone but her.

The lights dimmed further, bringing the casual conversations to a murmur, and then silence. The room was pitch black. No cellphones allowed, so no bright blue screens suddenly appearing. They heard her, before they saw her.

Click, clack, click, clack

. The sound of high heels falling upon the stage. They stopped. Again, there was silence. Still, there was darkness. Without warning, a beam of light cut through the darkness. The spotlight was a direct hit, illuminating Zatanna and nothing but. The crowd clapped, as one does when greeted with a celebrity in their natural environment.

Zatanna’s outfit, both on stage and in the field, was one befitting a magician -- especially one with an appealing form such as hers. It changed over the years, but certain elements remained the same. Top hat, bowtie, white blouse (sometimes buttoned up, sometimes not all the way), twin-tailed black jacket, a showy pair of black shorts, and of course the fishnets she was so well known for.

However, for her secret, after hours, show, she made a few alterations. It was still like her well known costume. It would be a disservice to herself and her fans to wear anything less. But there were differences. Her top hat remained, as did the bow tie; both black. She still wore her white blouse, buttoned all the way up much to the dismay of her audience. Patience is a virtue. A gold girdle wrapped around her waist. Her midsection needed no help being pinched in and slender. The garment was only worn to act as a contrast to the white of her blouse. It was there to help draw the eye to, and emphasize, the impressive bust underneath her blouse, while also lifting her breasts slightly.

She still wore her black shorts, though they weren’t really shorts. They were closer to panties in how much they covered. Thong panties, the audience would learn later. The fishnets, of course, were on display. She wouldn’t dare be caught on stage without them. Rounding out the outfit was a pair of black, stiletto, boots that ran just a few inches above her knees. Finally, a pair of white gloves. Simple.

Zatanna swung her arms out dramatically, and the lights that lined the stage came up, illuminating the stage and red curtain.

“I am so glad you all could make it to this

very

special,

very

exclusive, and

very

expensive show.” Zatanna began, her voice easily carrying throughout the audience. The crowd chuckled, knowing full well just how much of their fortunes they had to put on the table to get in. They knew it would be worth it, though.

It better

be

, some thought. “I apologize for the late hour, but I’m sure my act won’t put any of you to sleep,” she joked with a wink, eliciting more chuckles from the small crowd. “Let’s begin with a simple trick!”

Sapphire eyes scanned around the stage, in front and behind her. She couldn’t find them. White gloved hands patted herself down, feeling for something. She couldn’t find them. While her apparent nervousness set in, the audience at least got to enjoy Zatanna feeling herself up. Cupping her breasts, slapping her tush. Minor, quick, things but all intended to elicit the response Zatanna was getting. Her eyes went wide with her smile as she seemed to remember where she needed to look.

Hands went to her bowtie and easily untied and pulled it loose. The few repeat audience members knew what was coming next. Everyone else had to guess. They’d all be right. One by one Zatanna undid the white buttons of her blouse. Perhaps a little slower than one would normally if they were undressing, but Zatanna wanted to build up that anticipation. Since the blouse had been buttoned up to her neck, there was a lot of anticipation that would be built.

Little by little more of her pink flesh was revealed to the audience. The nape of her neck, her collarbone, the short expanse of her chest before the first slopes of her breasts were seen. That’s when people really started to pay attention. Then came the first shadow of her cleavage. The darkened space between her snugly held breasts. Softly her fingertips grazed along her breasts, teasing the possibility of dipping her fingers between them.

Eventually, she had unbuttoned all she needed to. Although, it wasn’t all she wanted to. Gripping the parted edges of her blouse, she violently pulled them further apart. A lot more of her tits were exposed. However, not enough to earn her an R rating. That would come later. Her nipples remain covered, but just barely. The audience gave another cheer with the exposed window of skin she’d given them.

“Don’t cheer yet, I haven’t done the trick,” Zatanna scolded, acting for the act. Decidedly her fingers dipped down between her breasts. Not a soul in the audience didn’t wish it was their hand. She went deeper. And deeper. And deeper still. Her fingers had long since disappeared, and so did the rest of her hand. She was going well beyond what her outfit would seem to allow. That’s magic for you. Her well groomed eyebrows jumped, and then she started pulling her hand back out.

Clutched in her hand was...a deck of cards. After opening the box, she revealed the contents were...a deck of cards. Many in the audience were expecting something racier. They had just seen Zatanna delve into her own cleavage, so they couldn’t complain. They did feel like complaining when Zatanna started setting up some rather basic card tricks.

The murmurs in the audience began to turn into grumbles, which turned into demands for her to “take it all off” and “get on with it.” Amidst the complaints, Zatanna ‘messed up’ one of her tricks. Her hands fumbled with the cards and then went spilling out onto the floor.

“Oh, shoot!” she cutely cursed. “J-Just one moment, folks! Just a minor technical difficulty is all!” After reassuring the audience the woefully unexpected show would continue, Zatanna got to picking up the cards. By getting onto her hands and knees and crawling around the stage. Now the audience was starting to catch on.

While Zatanna collected the cards, one by one, to ‘continue her act,’ the audience was treated to another show. As she worked, Zatanna was showing off her pendulous breasts and her squeezable ass. Though Zatanna’s breasts were impressive and her cleavage inviting, her backside was the true star -- along with her legs. One had to have a truly remarkable ass to draw the eyes away from her full chest.

When Zatanna turned, the audience saw that her jacket didn’t have the usual twin-tails that would have tried to cover up her plump peach. They were then privy to her succulent booty in all its curvaceous glory. Her black thong disappeared easily between her pale globes. The fabric beautifully cupped the slight bulge of her labia. Seeing

the

Zatanna on her hands and knees would have been a sight in of itself; but seeing most of her tits and ass was even better.

With the cards collected, Zatanna stood back up, throwing her raven hair back over her shoulders so she could continue.

“Sorry about that, folks! Let’s continue, shall we? I have a

lot

of card tricks to get through.” Zatanna blinked hard at the crowd’s vocal reaction. “Not fans of card tricks, huh? Well alright...” The magician paused, thinking what to do next, although obviously knowing exactly what to do next, while she stuffed the deck back between her breasts. “...Oh! How about some hat tricks?”

It didn’t sound like what the audience wanted, but they went along with it, hoping it would turn into something naughty. It would. Zatanna gave the brim of her hat a flick and let it roll down her arm before catching it with her skilled hand. After a spin of the hat on her fingertip, Zatanna held the brim with two hands. The hat was turned toward the audience, hole side, to show them that it was empty. In order to keep their attention on the hat, and not her breasts, she held the hat between her thighs as she showed off the emptiness.

“Nothing in my hat,” she confirmed, “and nothing down my blouse,” she added, giving herself a little hop to make her chest bounce in turn, as if to prove there was nothing to shake loose. Of course, the cards were supposed to be down there, but the mechanics of how the space worked in her blouse seemed entirely magical, so no one questioned it.

As she had done with her cleavage, Zatanna eased her hand into the hat. Also like before, her arm was going deeper and deeper. Far deeper than the hat should allow. Having found her prize, Zatanna started to pull her hand back. Further and further back she pulled until, suddenly, she stopped. Rather unexpectedly, judging by Zatanna’s reaction. Her hand was still in the hat, holding something, though no one in the audience could see. That’s when someone in the audience began to yelp.

Zatanna gave another tug. And another. It wasn’t coming out. The yelping man continued to react and verbalize his confusion. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he was sure it was quite pleasurable. The unexpectedness, and inability to make sense of it, was what was throwing him. Every time Zatanna pulled, the man’s hips leaped up.

“Oh, I see the problem,” Zatanna said. “My volunteer looks a bit

stiff

. That can happen with volunteers coming on stage. Don’t worry, I can help relax him,” she promised with a wink. While still holding the hat’s brim with one hand, Zatanna lifted her other hand and started to remove the glove with her biting teeth. Zatanna tossed the glove into the audience. An innocent souvenir, but one she was certain the lucky recipient would

enjoy

quite often.

To combat the bout of ‘stage fright,’ Zatanna worked on ‘relaxing’ the ‘stiff’ ‘volunteer.’ There’s plenty of innuendos in her act, so just go with it. Though no one in the audience could see what was happening inside the hat, and only one member could

feel

what was happening, they all were confident in what they guessed. They were right. As a true magician, though, Zatanna only showed what needed to be shown.

As much as the volunteer would have liked the moment to last longer, there was no denying that Zatanna had the ‘magic touch.’ The agile and nimble, and above all skilled, fingers of a magician. To keep her volunteer from doing its impression of a geyser, Zatanna kept her palm over the point of expulsion. She also didn’t want to risk any of it getting into her curtain of perfectly kept ebony hair. The volunteer would have to deal with some wetness, but it was a small price to pay to feel the magical touch of Zatanna. Plus, it meant she didn’t have to warn the front row of being a ‘splash zone.’

Zatanna’s blood red lips formed an O in ‘surprise.’ While holding her hat under her bosom with her forearm, she cleaned off her hand with a red handkerchief. She saw no need to toss

that

into the audience. Once cleaned, Zatanna took another look into the hat.

“Seems his case of stage fright is more serious than I thought,” she said with faux grimness. “He’s shrunken down in the face of fame!” The audience shared in a good laugh; even her volunteer did, once he caught his breath. “On the plus side: six more weeks of winter!” Just as the laughter had died down from the first joke, it swelled back up with the second.

“Now, I’m still in need of a volunteer. So, let’s see who the next lucky chap shall be.” Once again, Zatanna reached into the magical hat, fishing around for her next ‘volunteer.’ Her first had already been ‘sent back to his seat,’ so to speak, so the hat would be open for the next. She wouldn’t waste any more time with the bottomless hat routine, so moments after she reached in, she made it clear she’d found what she was looking for.

“Speaking of ‘six more weeks of winter,’ my volunteer looks positively frigid. He’s frozen stiff!” Sure, it was the same joke as last time, but she saw no need to write up a bunch of fresh jokes for a crowd that wasn’t there to hear her jokes. The crowd would agree, but gave an appreciative chuckle, nonetheless. “How about I warm him up then?”

Zatanna grabbed her hat with both hands and placed it on her chest. Her back arched, her breasts were thrust forward. Given their already impressive size, it made for a balcony one could do Shakespeare on. No one was there to see Shakespeare, of course. The magician held the hat against her cleavage with both hands on the lid.

“Now, the way I like to get warm is to snuggle up with some blankets and pillows and drink some nice hot cocoa. Sadly, I don’t have any blankets or cocoa,” Zatanna unnecessarily revealed with a pout. “But I do have

pillows.

I hope my volunteer doesn’t mind,” she said of the lack of blankets and cocoa. He wouldn’t. There wasn’t a man in the audience who wouldn’t. There wasn’t a heterosexual man alive that wouldn’t.

Like last time, her ‘volunteer’ was obscured from view thanks to the hat’s depth and the volunteer’s...let’s say average endowment. Therefore, in order to get her ‘volunteer’ nice and snug between her pillows, she had to press down on the hat -- forcing its contents down between her breasts. The hat crumbled down like an accordion. It was an action that would likely ruin any ordinary top hat. As one could safely guess, that was no ordinary top hat. When she relaxed the pressure she put on it, the hat reformed its original shape.

Back down the top hat was pushed and back up it reformed. It looked as if it had a spring inside to pop it back into firm form once the offending pressure was removed. Up and down, up and down. Her ‘volunteer’ was plunged down between her warm and squeezing breasts, only to slide back up moments later. Of course, it would have made sense for her to just keep the contents pressed into her cleavage and wait for them to warm up. But where’s the fun in that?

Just as that ‘volunteer’ had come down with a case of ‘stiffness,’ it also ended its time on stage in the same manner. Zatanna’s brows arched up, and her eyes cast downward as she felt a sensation the others couldn’t see.

“Well, I know I didn’t have any hot cocoa, but my volunteer was more than happy to give me another warm and creamy liquid.” The laughter was born from the amusement of the joke and the excitement that Zatanna had made yet another audience member very happy. The envy the rest experienced had no bearing on the laughing.

Zatanna removed the hat from her chest. Without another hanky to use, she pulled off her glove in the same manner as last time and gave her girls a few firm dabs. The glove tossed over her shoulder, Zatanna looked inside the hat -- as if she had no idea what she could expect to find.

“It looks like my warming technique work too well, folks. My volunteer got so cozy and warm between my pillows that he zonked right now.” Zatanna smirked and shrugged. “Happens to the best of us, right, fellas?” More laughter; more nervous than last time. “That’s two volunteers down, now.” Zatanna tapped her finger against her chin as she thought. “It’s starting to look like I’ll never get a volunteer up here. Maybe I should just end the show early,” she said with exaggerated disappointment and defeat.

The audience wasn’t going to have that. They knew it was part of the act, but who could take the risk that it wasn’t? Plus, they could tell the reaction she was trying to get from them. Not interested in disappointing her, they gave her what she wanted and cheered for her to keep going. Even the two previous volunteers, who knew they wouldn’t be selected again, joined in on the applause.

“Wow, you boys sure do like magic.” Her expression became much warmer and happier. “Well, it’s like they say: the show must go on!” After a flourish with her hat, Zatanna reached her bare hand into the hat. Where else would she get her volunteers? A new reaction came over Zatanna’s face when she wrapped her digits around her third volunteer. She licked her lips and gulped, moving her hand in a way that no one could see, known only to her and her volunteer.

“Um...the wand...and thighs...” Zatanna stared down into the hat, seeing for her own eyes what she had grabbed. Her words had stumbled out incorrectly and at the wrong time. The crowd was still with her, assuming it was all part of her act, but there was a sincerity to her shock. It wasn’t exaggerated for effect like her other reactions. There was something in that hat she wasn’t expecting, though she did not seem utterly displeased by it.

After another gulp, Zatanna composed herself. “Sorry, I seem to have accidentally made my composure disappear.” A joke to warm the audience back up and get them back on her side. “With any great magician, they must have a wand. My volunteer has been so kind as to offer me his,” she explained, still slightly flustered. Her hand squeezed around the supposed wand. Never had an audience member offered up such a substantial ‘wand.’ It was closer to a staff than a wand. But the show must go on.

“I’m not sure how magical it is. Wouldn’t want something to go wrong, would we?” Zatanna winked. “I think I have the solution, though. I can give this wand a little magic myself.” The hat was lowered down, resting in front of her crotch. “As you may know, my thighs are magical. At least that’s what the press and Internet keep saying.” The audience agreed with laughter. “Hopefully, a little bit of that magic can rub off on my volunteer’s wand.”

Zatanna repositioned herself and the hat. Her back was now facing the audience. All eyes were on her derriere, covered in a hatch pattern of fishnet and with a strip of black fabric running from the top to the bottom, disappearing between her cheeks in the middle. Just below it she held the hat. Her cheeks poured over the brim, emphasizing their softness. The lid faced the audience, again denying them sight into what was inside -- though they all knew. Zatanna held one hand against the lid and the other remained idle. For now.

Gently she pushed on the hat as she had before, forcing out the ‘wand.’ Slowly but surely it pushed through between her thighs, using her thigh gap as an opening. Zatanna shivered at the thickness of it.

She gasped as it seemed never ending despite how much she pushed through. Unseen by the audience, she gently bit on her finger to keep from making too many lewd noises. The show was already lewd, but part of the act was her ignorance of it. Always the professional, even amidst surprises.