I liked that idea. While I left him with the lamp, I went home, and began designing a belt. First, I did an internet research to get ideas for a boss, and when I had one, I made a paper cutout. I then looked at myself in a full-length mirror, to see how well the paper boss fit. I had made it too large initially, so I could trim it down. Ten minutes with the scissors later, and it was sized correctly, and shaped in a way I desired. Next, I made a veil with matching fabric to the costume. Then I dropped off a duplicate of the paper cutout, and a large scrap of material, so Henry could have something to work with. We had already decided he would coordinate the extras so the whole would make me pretty. For the boss, he made a design that matched the lamp, including the wording, so it seemed to be a set.
Then I worked on a belt. I was a little doubtful at first, but I found some pale leather near my skin tone, and used a pair of pantyhose that did match, to cover it. When it was next to my skin, you only saw the edge. The belt almost disappeared against my flesh. I then added a layer of gauze, and tried it with my genie outfit. While that outfit had a visible belt, this replacement was difficult to see. I did some more work on the belt to vary the outline from straight lines, and checked again. That was better. You could still see it, but you had to look.
The next step was to go over the magic tricks I thought I could pull off with the limited storage I had, and spoke with Mario to figure out what tricks I should try to pack in, and the priority.
I added a blonde wig, with long, styled hair. I could also use it to store some things as well. The headband I added, could also store some things. Over the next month, changes were made in just about everything, but the costume came together.
Over that same month, Mario and I worked on the act. We couldn't do my entrance and exit until the lamp was done, but Henry said soon. Mario had to get used to a partner, and I had to learn his timing, and bring my magic routines to enhance things. Eventually, we were ready, and the two dress rehearsals went off without a hitch.
I must say, Henry nearly pulled off another miracle. It was expensive, but he found a machine that could produce two kinds of smoke on demand. One would blow out and then fall, the other would blow out and rise. This way, the lamp could be placed at waist level, and when the smoke happens, it would make a pillar of smoke that swirled. After a few tries, I was able to use it to effect my entrance and exit from the act. It didn't last very long, but it lasted long enough for a smoke pellet to take over.
There was no fanfare to announce the change beyond updating the posters with the new title, and a picture of us in costume.
The act started in the center of the stage, with an overstuffed chair, and side table, with a wall behind. The wall was actually fabric, and the shelf and picture were affixed to the wood frame holding the fabric. I was behind it, and the lighting was specifically designed to keep me hidden when I moved. There was also some small holes I could watch through so I could start the smoke.
He was sitting, and telling the story of how he became the master of the genie of the lamp. He would pick up the lamp, and show it off to the audience. His mic was obvious, as it was clipped to his shirt, and there was a box on the belt with the transmitter. My mic, however, was hidden within the veil, and the transmitter was under the wig. Then came the fateful words.
"Let me show you my genie, Tamara the Tender." He then rubbed the lamp. I pressed the first button, causing a small amount of smoke to come out. He then placed the lamp back on the table, with the spout just at the edge away from him. Then I pressed the second button, and the smoke started spewing up and down just beside the table. Once the smoke reached the floor, I pressed a third button that set off the smoke pellet hiding in the throw rug under the table.
Under cover of smoke, I stepped into the back of the smoke quickly. As it dissipated, I was revealed, standing in a sexy pose, in my see-through costume. My nipples could be seen, even if they were somewhat obscured by the gauze. My slit could be seen, but because I had lasered my pubic hair, it was not easy. Usually it was my labia sticking out that gave it away. I've been thinking of getting them trimmed to make me even smoother. As it is, I have to fold them inside before the act, so they don't show much. As part of the distraction, I had many shiny things. The brass armbands, several rings, plenty of rhinestones, ankle bracelets, veil tassels, and more sparkled and flashed in the light.
"Hello, master. How may I serve you?"
The audience was somewhat surprised they heard, since I had no apparent mic. Mario began his tale. From time to time, I would walk about, and perform 'magic' on him, or near him. Numerous times, I would sensuously touch him, to plant some item, or retrieve some item, but disguised it as a sexual interaction. It soon became clear to the audience he was responding to my tender touch. He even explained it as the basis for my title. Throughout the show, my gauze vest would slide on and off my breasts, revealing my nipples directly.
Towards the end of the show, he said, "Tamara, it is time to relieve me of the tension of your tenderness."
I walked to his side, then bent at the waist to look at his groin. That got some laughs, so I stood up, and said, "The little master is locked away."
"Then I command you to unlock him."
At that command, I pushed another button that activated a remote inside his pants, and the zipper 'magically' opened, revealing his erect dick.
"It is done. Shall I proceed?" He nodded.
Still from the side, I pulled his waist to turn him to me. Then I brought out his dick, in full view of the audience. Then, kneeling, I slowly placed the tip in my mouth and leaned forward. I slowly kept moving in until I had swallowed his entire erection. Some in the audience could see it expanding my throat. Then I began to pull away and push back. When I could, I took a quick but silent breath, and continued as though I wasn't breathing. He then began a tale that told the audience how I developed the tender technique. It was a fabrication, as it claimed I breathed magically, and that he had even seen me manage a two-foot-long dildo all the way.
What I actually was doing, was a sword swallowing trick, with his 'sword'. While I had never seen a two-foot dildo, I had a sixteen-inch sword I used. I also have one that looks to be thirty inches, but it was a trick sword that the bottom half slides into the top. When swallowed, it would go in, but then slide into itself until the bottom half went all the way in. Having learned to swallow a sword, I knew the techniques needed to pull this off so smoothly, that people actually believed I was holding my breath all five minutes he spun out the tale. The hard part was actually his erection. I couldn't stimulate it too much, or he would blow. Too little, and he would wilt. I had to balance my 'tender' ministrations to keep it hard and unspent.
As he was a ten-incher, most of the audience could tell it was a real dick, and those up close could even see it throb. But the best part was the story's finish. I reached up with one hand, and put it around the base while I pulled off, keeping my mouth open. With my other hand, I reached under, and caressed his balls, which was his signal I was ready. He cut loose, and everyone could see the fluid go from him, into my mouth. He lasted a while, and it all went into my mouth. I swallowed without closing my mouth, again, seeming like magic. As he went flaccid, I closed in, and swallowed his dick to lick it off. I then packed his dick back in his pants, and pushed another button, which caused his zipper to close.
"Master, the little master has been put to bed, and is safely locked away."
"Thank you, Tender Tamara. It is time to thank the audience."
"Yes, master." I then faced the audience on that side, and bowed, which caused my vest to open until I stood. Then I walked back to where I started, and facing that side of the audience, and bowed the same way.
"I will call you later." Then he rubbed the lamp, and I pushed the first button again. He placed it on the table by me, and I pushed the second button. When the smoke reached my feet, I pushed the third button. Hidden, I shrank back, and went back through the slit in the fabric of the wall.
He spoke a few moments longer, before bowing. Then the curtain dropped. Watching, I came back while the curtain briefly touched before raising. By that time, I held the lamp, and was standing next to Mario. We bowed again, and again, to lots of applause.
The act was considered to technically be a public blowjob, but in Vegas, where adult shows play, no one really complained, and the venue even had a permit for our act's sex. We performed three shows a night, five nights a week. As I was still doing the Magic Mary act, my days were pretty full.
Three weeks later, the Las Vegas Weekly wrote us up as one of the hottest new adult acts. The audience got so full, management asked us to add more shows. We agreed to do an additional show each night. We also changed the lighting to add a spotlight on my head when I relieved his tension. I could no longer really see what I was doing, but by then, I knew my way by feel.
One downside was reloading the lamp. The storage compartment was very tight, and if I wasn't careful, I would cut my fingers. At least, by now, I had learned to wear a latex glove when I reloaded it before each show. Once we got to the additional show, I felt I was getting worn out. When I checked the money, I reduced the number of shows as Magic Mary.
One month later, there was a rumor of a high roller visiting this venue. He was from the Middle East, and was as wealthy as an oil sheikh, but from diamonds. During the last performance, there was a disturbance in back, where a lot of people were escorted out quietly, just before a tall, handsome man with an elegant lady on his arm came in, and watched the show. He was clearly wealthy, given the jewelry he wore. The two bodyguards, standing near him, also gave away his station. This must have been the high roller we had heard about. Well, we didn't let it affect out act, and when I bowed at the end, they were gone. Hope they enjoyed the show.
After the show, Mario drank his usual glass of water to moisten his throat after all the talking he did. We both took off our mics. He quickly changed to his public clothes, so he wouldn't be mobbed when he left. Even so, he was sometimes found by a fan, so he hung out with me for a while to let the fans go away. After the show, I rinsed my mouth with water, then had a small glass of orange juice to cut through the remaining taste in my mouth. It wasn't bad, but could affect my enjoyment of dinner. As I used the courtesy van to my apartment, I didn't change. I just used a light coat that covered everything. Technically, the van wasn't supposed to take me there, but it does go to a hotel two blocks from it, and the driver goes the extra if I flash him as I exit. I'm happy to serve.
