They fell through the doorway without any attempt at co-ordination. He'd taken his hands from her ass just long enough to unlock the door. She was pressed against him as he tried to insert the key, both of her hands down the front of his dress trousers, the belt already open, his cock hardening in her encouraging hands.

He twisted before they hit the floor, and landed on his back, with Claire clinging to his hips. She fell on him, both of them making a whooshing sound as they connected, and laughing.

Prising herself up from the carpet a little, she crouched with her knees between his legs, and returned her attention to the bulge in his trousers.

Lasco wasn't objecting at all, but he took a moment to kick the door shut from where he lay before concentrating on what Claire was doing to him.

She was a very pretty woman. Small, and bubbly, she was enthralled with the idea of hooking up with the famous magician, and wasn't about to tell him about her husband and children. Hoisting her dress up around her hips to allow herself a little more flexibility, she bent to her task, unclipping and opening his trousers. She looked up at him to see if he was paying attention.

Lasco's upper body was lifted from the floor, his weight taken on his muscled arms, and he knew what she wanted. He lifted his hips, and she slid the trousers from them before returning his gaze. His black underpants were next, and she drew the front of them over his cock before pulling the briefs down off his hips. She hopped off long enough for Lasco to shake the items from his legs, along with his shoes, just in time for the woman to lower her mouth to him.

As her lips covered his erection, he got a feeling, as he usually did, of the type of girl she was, underneath the smart clothes and the plainly visible enthusiasm. He couldn't tell what she was thinking exactly, but he knew how she felt.

As was so often the case, it wasn't Lasco himself that was the attraction. Sure, he was an acceptable bed partner, but it was the fame that pulled them all in. The chance to mention later to a select few that she'd been intimate with the well known magician.

Despite her general reluctance to use such words, she knew she really meant fucking him. That's what this was about. She chuckled deep in her throat, as she realised that her husband had commented on her lipstick before she'd left the house. What would he think if he knew how she was removing it?

Her mouth lowered over his hard cock, and she loved the feel of him in her mouth. She also liked the size of him, and the texture of his skin. He smelled, too. Of sex, and desire, but also of something more exotic. Magic, she thought, but in reality it was stagecraft, and the lingering excitement of performing for an audience.

Lucilla allowed Claire to continue for a while before speaking quietly from the bed across the room. Claire was just wondering if he was anywhere near finishing, and trying to decide if she should swallow. It took her a moment to realise someone had spoken.

"Yes, Claire. I'm speaking to you."

The voice was clear the second time. Claire took her mouth from Lasco's cock, and sat up abruptly. Suddenly she realised how she must look, and pulled her dress down to cover her panties, still kneeling over Lasco's legs.

Claire was about to ask what in hell was going on when Lasco, who'd turned his head toward the voice, suddenly pushed her off him, and leapt to his feet.

"Lucilla, what the hell? How did you...?"

She shook her head calmly "Quiet for a moment, Zane, would you?" She was sitting in the bed, the blankets covering the bottom half of her body, her dark breasts casually bare. She didn't seem to know, or care. "Help Claire to her feet, for goodness sake."

"Yes, but..." He realised then that he'd thrown Claire to the floor, and bent to help her up. "What are you doing here? I don't understand."

"One thing at a time. Put some pants on, or take that shirt off. You look ridiculous. Claire, my name is Lucilla. Sorry to interrupt."

Claire spoke then, her gaze switching between the other two. "I don't understand either. Zane, you never told me there was... Oh, God, this is your girlfriend?"

Zane had pulled his briefs back on, and was struggling into his pants. "No, no, she's not. Lucilla is... well, I'm not sure how easily I can explain."

Lucilla laughed. "I know, dear. I know. Claire, nothing is quite as it seems. Zane, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to release some information. You have my apologies for any embarrassment."

"Embarrassment? What are you talking about?"

"Hush, Zane." Lucilla continued. "We girls are talking. Just listen politely, will you?"

Claire was still standing in the same spot, trying to work it out. She'd just reached the point where she realised she didn't care. "Listen, nice to meet you both, but I think I'd best just be going."

Lucilla jumped in, but seemingly without any urgency. "No, no, Claire. Don't do that. Let me explain first."

Lasco started again. "I'm not sure you..."

Lucilla turned to him. "I told you politely, Zane. Quiet now."

Zane started to open his mouth, but then said nothing, closing it to stand quietly. Somehow it seemed as though he couldn't speak.

Lucilla continued. "Sorry, Claire. You know what men are like. Well, maybe you're not so sure. I mean, your husband might not be a good example."

"My husband? What do you know about him?"

"Oh, nothing startling, dear. Relax. But I mean, aside from him, and that South American at the conference, well, what sort of references do you have?"

"How... how do you know that?"

"Oh, come, it's not as though I'd tell. Well, unless it became really interesting. I feel sorry for you, with him not being up to it any more, and all."

"What?"

"Oh, come, come. Zane, just listen. Try to interrupt again and I will leave. Nod if you understand. Good. Listen, Claire, I don't want to spend the evening swapping gossip with you. I was going to tell you about Zane."

"I don't understand. What about Zane?"

"Well, he can't, either."

"Huh?" Claire looked across at Lasco, whose face had gone blank. "Is he alright?"

"Well, no, or he'd... Oh, you mean just now? Yes, yes. I just stopped him moving around. He's a distraction. But about that other thing? Well, he's having... issues."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Zane, may I?" She looked at him and grinned. "I'll take that as a yes, shall I? He starts off okay, Claire, but... well, he doesn't finish."

"I can't believe I'm asking, but why not?"

"Ah, now that's why I'm here. It's one of the things I want to find out."

"You're his... therapist?"

Lucilla laughed out loud then, her breasts shaking with her body. "Therapist. Hear that, Zane? Therapist. No. No, Claire, I'm not a therapist. Nor a counsellor. I'm not a shrink either."

"So then... what are you?"

"Ah. Well, I'm not sure I should say. Should I, Zane? Oh yes, he can't speak."

"Tell me, Lucilla. Please tell me."

"I'll make a deal with you, then."

"Oh. All... alright, then."

"I'll tell you what I am, Claire, if you'll tell me a secret."

"What secret?"

"You need to tell me what you are most attracted to in this room."

"Huh?"

"Well?"

"You mean..."

"Yes, sexually."

Claire paused, looking at the motionless Lasco, and then back at Lucilla. Then, she whispered a response. "You, Lucilla."

"I thought so. Come over here to me."

"No, I shouldn't."

"Of course you shouldn't, or it wouldn't be so good. Come on."

Claire walked across to the side of the bed. Both of the women could look over and see Lasco, and he had a clear view of them both from where he stood. Claire was breathless, but bold now. "Lucilla, you didn't tell me. You didn't tell me what you are."

"Oh, no, I didn't, did I? Will you still want me if I tell you?"

"I think so, yes. Tell me, please."

"I'm a witch, Claire, that's all. A witch."

Claire looked again, then, saying nothing for a while. Then she swallowed, and spoke. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I still want you, Lucilla."

"You know, don't you, that you can't have me?"

"I suspected."

"In fact, I want to use you."

"That should horrify me, but I just want to know what for."

"You'll see. Come a little closer." Lucilla turned, and sat on the side of the bed, out from under the covers, and completely naked. Her dark skin looked flawless. She carried more weight than a fashion magazine would have wanted, but she carried it with assurance and confidence. She was gorgeous. "I can tell what you think, Claire. I can read your thoughts, sometimes, and your feelings. Zane can do it a little, too, but I'm a lot better than him."

"You know what I want, then?"

"Touch them if you like, then. Feel them." Claire dropped to her knees, and took Lucilla's breasts into her hands, looking at her face for approval before taking a nipple into her mouth.

As she busied herself, Lucilla turned her face to Lasco, and kept talking, as though nothing was happening. "This isn't magic, Zane. This isn't witchcraft. Claire wouldn't be doing this unless she wanted to. This is just a level of understanding that only a witch could have. On the other hand, the compulsion you have to remain still, and quiet? That's magic."

Lucilla turned back to the woman. "Do you mind, Claire, being an example?"

Claire lifted her mouth from Lucilla's breast. "I don't think I mind anything, just now."

"Do you think you could follow some instructions?"

"I'm sure I could."

"Stand up, Claire." She did as she was asked, and stood beside Lucilla again. "Turn around, Claire, and let me unzip you. That's it. Good. Now turn back. Drop the dress, dear."

Claire shrugged the red dress from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor, leaving her standing there in black panties and bra.

"Claire, you wore your nicest underthings, dear. How thoughtful. Did Zane get a look at your breasts yet?"

"No. He squeezed them in his hands, but there was no privacy. Once we got here I was too busy."

"Show him."

She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. Her breasts fell from their dark supports, and the pale globes were free. The fair skin contrasted nicely with both the bra and Lucilla's dark skin, and she stood there, not certain what to do.

Lucilla turned to Lasco." Feel free to comment, Zane. No questions, mind."

Lasco cleared his throat. "They are lovely, Claire. As are yours, Lucilla."

Lucilla grinned. "Thank you, Zane. Claire, if I asked Zane what he most desired in the room, he'd have trouble answering just now. Zane, do you remember this? You've seen it before." While Lucilla grinned at Lasco, and didn't move a muscle, Claire gasped. As she stood there, doing nothing whatever, her black panties fell, of their own accord it seemed, off her thighs, past her mousey brown thatch of pubic hair, and down her legs.

"How the hell did you do that? You never touched me."

"Two things. Quiet, Zane! Firstly, that was magic."

"Oh. I'm beyond working this out. And?"

"And?"

"The second thing."

"Oh, yes. That. Would you like me to?"

"Like you to what?"

"To touch you, of course, Claire."

Another hoarse whisper. Claire looked over at Lasco. A small part of her brain registered the bulge in his trousers. The rest of her concentration was needed when she turned back to Lucilla. "Yes."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

"We don't have time, Claire. But would it be permissible for me to use you again?"

"Yes!"

"No hesitation this time?"

"No."

"Okay. Zane, here's the thing. The closer you get, the more you can tell. Trained observation capability will get you so far. Experience can tell you a lot. Body language is valuable. But in the end, if you can physically contact someone, well there's at least a little magic in every touch."

"Lucilla, please, stop talking, and feel me."

"Sometimes, of course, there's more than a little."

Lucilla stopped talking then, and stood beside Claire. The pale woman was a little shorter than the dark witch, but not enough to cause any problems. Lucilla took Claire into her arms, and they kissed. Claire was eager, but aware of the strangeness. Lucilla seemed completely comfortable, and took command immediately.

Lucilla's hands found their way down Claire's back, fingertips kneading her spine, their bodies sliding against each other a little, Claire jumping as slender dark fingers found their way to the small of her back, and further, down and over her pale ass.

Claire was returning the gestures; a little more clumsily, but it was clear that she was getting the most from the connection, and she groaned with pleasure at every touch.

Lucilla was whispering quietly to her, and at a nod the witch removed one of her hands from the woman's backside, and slid it around to her front. Her arms were long enough that with a little readjustment she was able to slide the tip of her finger up between Claire's puffy damp labia, to a chorus of shudders, and then return to gently spread her thighs, and slowly slide her finger between the slippery folds, and up a little, deep inside the woman's most private place.

"My, Claire, you're... somewhat aroused."

Claire just grunted, and pressed her body as close to Lucilla as she could. Lucilla's palm rubbed lightly against Claire's engorged clitoris, and Claire ground herself against the pressure.

Lucilla turned her face to Lasco, smiling again. "This is, as you might expect, rather intimate, Zane. I can tell a lot more about Claire than I could before. It's a good thing I was waiting here, you know. She would not have been happy with her little tango with you, even if we ignore your little problem."

Claire looked up. "I wouldn't have?"

"You know you wouldn't."

"Oh, God."

"I'm right, am I not?"

"I think so. It depends if he..."

"No. He doesn't. Hell, last time I was here I left him tied up, and that was more than a shock to his system. It took him hours to get out, as well. Sorry about that, Zane."

"Damn."

Lucilla spoke calmly to Lasco. "She wanted you to hurt her, Zane."

"Just a little," Claire whispered. As she spoke, she started to thrust herself against Lucilla.

Lucilla assisted. "But you don't want me to, do you, Claire?"

"No, Lucilla. Not a woman. I want you to kiss me."

Lucilla turned back to her, and locked lips. The thrusting continued. Claire attempted to return the favour, and Lucilla gently moved her hand away. "No, Claire, this isn't about me."

Claire was beyond speaking. Her nipples were hard, and sweat ran down her back. Her lips were nestled in the crevice of Lucilla's neck, and her whole body was focused on thrusting against Lucilla's hand.

The climax wasn't delayed for long. Lucilla concentrated on the task, and took her partner over the edge without apparent effort, holding the woman's body as she collapsed with her climax, her legs unable to take the strain any longer. The dark witch lifted her gently, and lay her on the bed, before kissing her gently on the lips once more, and whispering to her.

Claire pulled her into an embrace, and then lifted herself up and off the bed again. "I'd better go," she said to Lucilla, as though they had been having a quiet coffee together. "What was his name?"

"Ben. Front desk."

Claire bent and picked up her panties, pulling them up her legs without any self consciousness. She stepped into her dress, and pulled it up as well, before presenting her back to Lucilla. "Zip me up, would you? Ben. Got it. Thanks."

"What about the bra, Claire?"

"I'll leave it. Zane has a reputation to think of, and I'm only going downstairs, right?"

"You'll have to go home eventually."

"Well, maybe hubby will notice. There's always a chance."

"You be careful."

"No. Careful is what I've been. No more." She walked around to the foot of the bed, and stretched up to kiss Lasco. "Lucilla, please?"

"Oh, sorry. Go ahead, Zane."

Claire found herself enveloped in the magician's hands. "You are," she said to him, "A sweetie. Sorry to hear about your... trouble." She kissed him thoroughly on the lips, and then gently pushed him away, bent to pick up her heels, and walked out with them slung over her shoulder.

The door swung shut again behind her. Lasco looked at Lucilla. Lucilla looked back and sighed. "No. Not now. Fuck me, sleep with me, and I'll tell you in the morning."

"You won't disappear?"

"You have my promise."

Lasco nodded, then bent to remove his clothes again. Before he could undo a single button, he found them all scattered around him on the floor. He looked up at Lucilla, a question in his eyes.

"Now, Zane. God, I'm in need, here."

Lasco didn't wait. He fell on her, on the bed, and she wasted no time in pulling him to her, on her, and so very certainly in her.

His body was fit, and his mind was thoroughly aroused. He thought no more of the strangeness, or of Claire. His single focus was on what he was doing. He thrust in Lucilla again and again, their rhythm effortless and delightful.

Lucilla rocked beneath him, carefully using none of her powers, just being a woman, with a man. It wasn't long until the two of them, sweaty and desperate, passed the finish line together. As she pulled him close to stop the more energetic movements, he came inside her, pumping deliriously, his whole body rigid with pleasure.

As they calmed down on the bed, still attached, with occasional twitches pulsing between them, he was able to think again. Two questions.

He was about to ask when she stopped him again. "No, Zane, please. I won't compel you, but please don't ask me now. In the morning."

He rolled off her, and then pulled her body to his and kissed her on the lips. He didn't say anything, other than muttering at her to stay, as he had on the previous occasion. He didn't drop right to sleep this time, though. He tried the two questions on for size in his mind. How, he thought first of all, was it that he managed to finish this time? Had she helped?

Lucilla's eyes popped open, but she didn't speak. He knew though, somehow, that she hadn't. She grinned.

The other question rose to the surface of his mind. How much was the promise of a witch worth? How did he know she really would be here in the morning? She grinned again.

They slept.