Foreplay: This is another of my hypno stories, about a brother and sister but not totally exclusive to their relationship and involves others.
For my 6th birthday mum and dad bought me my first magic set. Looking back now it was no more than a toy but it kept me happy and, apart from nagging anyone who was around to watch my very amateurish attempts to amaze, it set me up for what was to become a regular hobby. By my 9th birthday I could do simple card tricks and make coins disappear. When I turned 13 the card tricks had become very much more difficult to practice, but became equally difficult for innocent small audiences to explain away. By 'small audiences' that included aunts and uncles, cousins, mum and dad, my two older sisters Ellie and Cheryl and, when no one else wanted to watch, our crossbred dog Buster.
Further into my teens and with the help of birthday money, weekly spend and a part time job delivering newspapers, I was a regular visitor to the excellent but expensive magic supplies shop in a nearby town. The owner of the shop, old Ted, took me under his wing because I was so enthusiastic, and even started to give me the odd pound or two discount. He helped me so much to learn how to use the often complicated tricks and hammered into my brain that 'practice makes perfect' and that a successful magician spends all his available spare time perfecting his trade.
Old Ted still runs the shop, though he is near to retiring. I'm 18, almost 19 now, have a full time job but I'd love to either set up my own magic shows either for kids parties or, preferably, for an older audience. 'Britain's Got Talent' and similar TV talent shows are still some way off though. Much of my magic is done at parties and I must admit, I do get invited to a lot of them.
I was talking to Ted last year, during a quiet afternoon when the shop wasn't busy.
"Why don't you take a break in one of the Spanish resorts," he suggested, eager to give me every help he could to begin my magic career." And while you're there, check out the countless bars - one of which might give you an audition. You'll need enough tricks to put on a show, but you're really good with the card tricks. I know, I've taught you a few."
"Do you really think there's a chance? I've heard of lots of would-be performers having to work damned hard for sod all cash."
"It all depends," he went on. "Close-up card tricks could be an extra source of income. There are some very gullible people who might bet against you doing the impossible. Even a few free drinks are very welcome and would get you a cheap night out."
"But surely, if I did that regularly people would suss me out." I had doubts.
"Well, that depends on your skills. Based on what you've shown me, you shouldn't have any problems. In any case, people come and go; new flights arrive, tanned holidaymakers leave every day. There will be at least a dozen bars in every resort and as the saying goes - there's a sucker born every minute."
It was a lot to take in and he must have seen my thoughts ticking over. He continued, "A good few years ago, when I was performing magic rather than selling it, I studied some simple hypnosis tricks which I combined with the close-up tricks I did in bars."
"So you used to frequent bars as well?"
"The money and free drinks came in handy when the bills came in," he smiled, "Not to mention the attention of the ladies who appreciated my cheeky tricks."
"And your wife/ partner at the time didn't ... "
Old Ted cut me short, "I was a free spirit then, travelled a lot using only my wits and my skills. In fact I eventually settled down with one of those girls amazed by my tricks."
I laughed, "So you hypnotised her to convince her she was the one for you?"
"Hell no. In fact it was the opposite. I first met her on the beach and she tracked me down to a bar where I had a regular show. We talked, over a drink, and the rest is history."
I wasn't going to give up, "So did you hypnotise her?"
"She joined me in my act ... the ladies liked my tricks, the men liked looking at my wife in a skimpy costume."
Then my mind began working overtime. Old Ted, in his younger years, hypnotising a beautiful woman with men ogling her beautiful submissive body. I could feel a natural reaction taking place. My pocket pal began to firm up, outside of my control.
"Tell you what," Ted offered, "Stand me a drink and I'll fill you in a bit more." Then as an afterthought he added, "You are old enough to legally buy a drink, aren't you?"
I laughed, "Sure, no problem." My 18th party had passed, but I'd been drinking for quite a while before then.
We arranged to meet up at The Bearded Badger on the Friday evening. I would normally have been down town with my mates. The Badger was a quiet pub, more suited to old Ted's age group than mine. It worked out cheaper to keep Ted in drinks than to pay nightclub prices anyway.
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It might sound strange that at my 18th party I'd provided the entertainment. OK, mum and dad provided the food, the drink and their own entertainment for the evening. Hell, we had three responsible adults to look after the house while they elsewhere - my two older sisters and me. Strike that: we had three irresponsible adults and fifteen guests who had an abundant supply of booze.
It was Cheryl who was bragging to Alex, one of her friends (yep, my party but my sisters' friends included with the invites) who is, well, I must admit an ace specimen of female flesh.
For Cheryl this was an amazingly brilliant move, "His card tricks are amazing," I heard her say. "I'll ask him if he'll show us some."
The next I knew was a pack of cards thrust in my hand. "Oh come on, Chas, just a couple of tricks." Half an hour later the party had all but stopped. Alex's jaw dropped further as each trick astounded her more. Sat in the armchair opposite me, just a coffee table between us, she demanded prime view of my every move. So absorbed in each trick she was giving me a perfect view of a very slender piece of knicker material, her skirt being micro short.
"Can you show me that one again, Chas?" she asked, leaning forward to get an even closer look. I refused to look down her cleavage, her weapons of mass distraction, until the trick was complete. Still she couldn't see my deft sleight of hand and her jaw dropped in amazement. Sitting back again in the armchair, her knickers were once again in view and - horror - she saw me looking.
"How about a bet?" I asked.
"With the tricks you do? NO WAY," was Alex's emphatic reply.
"Just 3 cards," I pushed, "It's easy. Watch."
I picked out 2 kings and the ace of hearts from the pack, showed her I'd no more concealed, picked a coin out of my pocket and pushed it just far enough across the coffee table that Alex had to lean, revealing her gorgeous cleavage.
"Ah! I get it. You just want to see my tits." She smiled, picking up the coin, "So?"
"OK, you got me," I couldn't deny. "All you have to do is place the coin on the ace and you win."
It was the age-old 3 card monte. I let Alex win several times. "OK, so now I do it a little faster," Alex seemed a good sport, "And we play for clothes. OK?"
"Hmmm," said Alex, "I've a sneaky feeling you let me win just now, but I think I can follow your hands, so OK."
OK, so now I had my shoes and socks off. Next round I won, Alex's shoes were off. Now my jeans, my boxers revealing my pleasure at the glimpses of Alex's knickers and tits.
