I know some of you still want the next Wanna Bet chapter, but still having some issues on it. I'd rather write what is coming out of me without being forced if you follow me, and right now if I tried to force out another chapter it would likely be crap. I've done that before, and I'm going to avoid it this time around. Instead, here is one dealing with magic that I've been kicking around a bit. So, let's see how it goes. I have written this as a stand alone with no sequel planned but if there is enough interest I might do another one. Please let me know and remember to be polite and useful.
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AT A BACK-BOOTH AT MAGICCON
Steven tapped his fingers on his crossed arms. He hated it when he did that, it always showed he was nervous and the assholes in school had picked up on it quick. And then in college, and of course at work. But at least this time, the guy didn't know him so it might not give anything away.
"No need to be nervous my good lad. I'm giving you the straight goods here."
"So much for that." Steven thought with a grunt.
"I'm sure you are, but still you must realize how, erm, oh fuck it, how damn well insane you sound right?"
The old man chuckled. "Oh, I do. Trust me, when I was in your shoes twenty some years ago and got this offer, I nearly stormed off thinking the man was complete loony. But I followed my gut and trust me, it was worth it."
Steven wished the man hadn't said gut. He had a pretty big one. In fact, Steven was pretty much a nerd. Glasses, overweight, awkward around, well, everyone, and of course unable to really stand up for himself. He was short, slow, and weak, and he of course liked all the geeky stuff. Such as card games, Star Wars movies, and MAGICCON.
MAGICCON was a huge game/movie/comic/all things nerdy Convention in the city. One of the biggest in the country actually, and it was the one place no one from his life or work would ever go. He loved it.
He had met his favorite movie stars, played games, got all sorts of cool collectibles and it was the one time in his usually sad life he could enjoy himself. But this time he had discovered that some of the assholes from work had come by to see a movie starlet and he had run into them. They had been pretty loud and mean and had rubbed his loser status in his face in public.
He did have the satisfaction of seeing them tossed out of the Con, but they had ruined his whole weekend. He knew that his cubical at work would be "decorated" when he got in Monday, and that photos of him in his costume would be posted on the all the bulletin boards, and that HR would give out some warning via email and that would be that. Steven had no illusions about how much they actually thought of him, even though he was the best coder they had.
Lost in his misery he had wandered in the back rows of the Con and found himself in front of a small booth selling all sorts of stuff. Some very rare items, some very odd, and some just downright weird.
Such as the "Wand".
The old man had taken one look at him and said "Now that is a man who needs some magic. Would you like to buy a real magic wand?"
And then it got weird. Stories about how it had changed his life, he had gotten the woman of his dreams, his business had been hugely successful, got his dream house, etc. All thanks to a "magic wand" that he now wanted to sell Steven.
Steven blinked. "Sorry, spaced out there for a second. What did you just say?"
"The wand is powered by a rather interesting soul. A powerful Wizard from long ago, he loved turning tables on the powerful and rich. And he was a rather, ahem, deviant man. The wand will give you want you want, but in a some rather twisted and kinky ways."
Steven had heard enough. "Look, I've just had a bad day and I'm not in the mood for some sick sex pervert trying to sell me some gag dildo. So just leave..."
"Baby? Are you about done with the booth? Darling wants her candy, and she wants it soon."
Steven's head swiveled at the sound of the sexiest sounding voice he had ever heard. Standing behind him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was tall, had golden blonde hair, a rack that was at least a 36DD, hourglass waist, flared hips, toned body, and blue eyes you would swear actually shined. She was dressed in a black wet look body suit that left absolutely NOTHING to the imagination, high heels and a black cat mask. She gave him a smile that gave him a hard on and swayed past him. She walked around the booth and gave the old man a kiss that curled Steven's toes just watching.
The old man felt up her ass and said "Always nice and tight. I shall enjoy fucking tonight while my wife eats you out."
The woman giggled and said, "You are so sweet."
Steven gasped. He recognized that phrase and once he heard it, he recognized the voice. "Tammy Tricks?"
The woman giggled and said "That's me, be keep it quiet. I'm here in disguise with my lover and his wife."
The old man grinned as his hand roamed over her ass. "Tammy is my mistress, well, one of them anyway. She was once a lawyer, but I helped her in to a new career."
"Porn. I've, uh, I've seen her movies." Steven said with a blush and the pair laughed.
"Splendid my boy! My little slut here can act and fuck, can't she? Tell the boy Tammy, tell him how you jumped careers."
Tammy giggled and smiled at Steven. "I was going to put my lover here in jail for income tax fraud. He has some off-shore accounts that he was hiding money in, I worked for the IRS and I audited him. I found his hidden money, I confronted him, and then he used his magic wand on me. POOF!! One slap on my ass and suddenly all I wanted to do was make porn and fuck! It even changed my clothes into a set of sexy red lingerie and heels so he could fuck me right there in my office! Wow, it was so fun. Then he used his wand to make everything just fine, I helped him hide his money better, and got to work! Been living the porn queen life ever since."
Steven was now openly gaping. "This has to be some "Gotcha" moment for a live tv show or something! You don't just turn people into porn stars."
