Pandora took his hand as they left the hall. Lasco looked back to say something to Lucilla, but he couldn't see her. Perhaps that was just as well. He was too confused to work out what to say, in any case.

Through the large door they walked into a short corridor. The empty area had two doors on each side, one of which they'd walked through, and an additional door at each end.

Pandora pushed Lasco up against the wall, and pulled his robe open. She was significantly shorter than him, and she had to lift herself on the tips of her toes to pull his head forward and kiss him on the mouth. Lasco was too lost to object, too confused to assist. He just let himself be kissed. Eventually Pandora stopped long enough to whisper in his ear.

"Where to you want to go, Lord?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"I'm not your lord any more than you're my mistress."

"Oh, I like that. Call me that. Please."

"If you'll call me Zane."

"I'll try."

"So will I."

"So will I what, Zane?"

He turned his head and grinned then. "I'll try to remember, Mistress Pandora."

"Ooh."

"Listen, Pan, should we be doing this here?"

"Well, why ever not?"

"Someone might see us."

"Well, so what?"

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Not to me, and I'm the naked one." She paused. "Oh, come on then. I need you to be comfortable. My room?"

"Please. Which way?"

"That door."

"That one?"

"Yeah, Zane. That one."

"But Pandora, that can't be right."

"No?"

"No. It's right beside the one we came out. It would just take you back into the hall."

"Oh, no. It wouldn't."

"Am I mixed up?"

"Not the way you think, no."

"I don't get it."

"It's - I'm not sure how to explain. It's that door because I said it was."

"But - could I look?"

"Sure. Hey, don't let go of me. It won't work."

"It won't?"

"No, silly. Look, it's this door because I say so. If you go alone, then it would need to be what you think."

"So - Come on then. I have to see this."

"No."

"No?" Lasco was more confused than ever.

"No. You didn't ask me properly. Lord."

"Oh. Please, Mistress Pandora, could we go to your room now?"

"Oh, you bet."

Lasco wrapped the robe around himself properly, took Pandora's right hand in his left, and reached for the door. As he opened it he realised she was right. The room was nicely carpeted, had some ornate bedroom furniture, and a large comfortable-looking bed. He peered in through the doorway for a moment before Pandora unceremoniously pushed him through.

"You know, Zane, you really need to learn not to stand in the doorway like that. Now turn around."

"Here?"

"Here. I'm not ready for that bed yet." She took hold of Lasco's robe, and opened it again. "Yum."

Lasco was silent for a moment, just feeling Pandora's naked body against his. Then he sighed, and gently pushed her shoulders until she looked up, and let him go.

"What is it? What's wrong, Zane?"

"Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all. Except - could I just -"

"Just...?"

He sighed again. "Sorry. I need to check out the door."

"The magician in you?"

"You know about that?" She nodded, and smiled. "Could be."

"Go. Sort it out in your own mind."

"I'll be right back."

"You'd better be."

"Promise." He kissed her on the forehead, wrapped the robe around himself again, and walked out the door to the corridor, closing it behind himself. He walked straight down the corridor to the door that led into the hall where he and Lucilla had arrived. He opened the door and walked through, and found himself in the corridor again. Turning to look back through the open door, he saw the same thing through the doorway. The corridor, with a door open on the other side. He stood in the doorway then, and saw himself standing in the opposite opening. His movements were replicated by the other Lasco.

Worried for a moment that he'd broken something on a fundamental level, he closed the door again. Part of him was looking for the sleight of hand that had to be involved, though he was slowly becoming convinced that he wouldn't find any.

After shuffling through the facts and observations until he thought he had a handle on it, he opened the door again. The corridor was there again, but no other doors were open. This was baffling.

Walking through to what he hoped must be the original corridor again, he walked down to the door to Pandora's room. Before he got there, the end door in the corridor ahead of him opened, and an old man in a business suit walked through it. He walked quickly down past Lasco, nodded at him, and carried on through the door at the other end.

Lasco reached the door he needed to get back to Pandora, and opened it with some trepidation. Looking through, he could see his nervousness was valid. More corridor. He turned back to try to work out what to do next, and noticed a smiling face poking out of a doorway across the corridor. It was Pandora.

"Listen, Mr Magician. You wanna play around with the doors, or get back in here with the naked blonde chick?"

Lasco walked directly toward her. "I give up. You sound like much more fun."

"I'll show you how it works later. Deal?"

"Deal."

She opened the door for him, and he walked through. He expected something else to happen, but instead he was back in the bedroom with Pandora.

"Sorry, Pan."

"No need. And I feel similarly about that robe. Give."

He handed it over without comment.

"Now, against that wall, and no nonsense."

"Your wish is - "

"Careful there, Lord. That statement means a lot more here than it does in your neighbourhood."

"In what way?"

"There's no backout clause."

"Oh."

"Oh. Now shush."

"It's working already."

"How strong are you?"

"Reasonably. Why?"

"You'll see."

"Oh oh."

"Yeah. Now shut up and hold me."

She leaned into him, and pushed her body against his, pulled his head toward her again, and closed her lips on his.

He took her in his arms, and they melted together. Her tongue began an ancient dance in his mouth, and his cock, which had been threatening action all this time, burst into life and prodded Pandora. She pressed against it, against him, rubbing and sliding. He could feel her hard nipples against him as well, and her hands had found their way behind his back and were sliding up and down.

Pandora was moaning, and undulating against him. He wanted to ask her what she wanted him to do, but found he knew without the questions. His hands found their way down to her ass, and he cupped her buttocks the way he wanted to when she first hugged him in the hallway.

His hands pressed their two bodies even closer together, and then somehow she encouraged him to lift her. As her body lost contact with the floor she wrapped her legs around his hips, and pulled him in tight against her.

Pandora's undulations continued. Her pubic mound ground against his hard cock, and he lifted her a little, until he felt she was in the right position. Her tongue made it plain to him that she was ready, desperate even, and he slowly lowered her over himself, feeling the tip of his dribbling cock in her slippery opening.

He stayed there a moment, enjoying the gentle pressure, the heat, and the rhythm of her small movements. He wanted to ask her; to check with her that this was what she wanted, when she took the control away from him.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Pandora pushed herself down over him, sliding tightly over his skin, and resting with him deep inside. She removed her mouth from his then, and tucked her face into the side of his neck, moved her position a little, and started to move.

She was slow for a start, her movements small and controlled, but her body was lifting and falling in a regular pattern, her thrusts pushing him deeper, and then withdrawing a little to do it again.

Lasco was incapable of doing much at all. He had two things to concentrate on. The feeling of himself inside Pandora, and the effort of keeping her up off the floor. He let her do what she wanted, and made the most of the sensations.

Slowly Pandora increased both the speed and the distance she was moving. Before too long she was like some sort of human machine, her hands on Lasco's shoulders, and her body lifting almost off his cock before crashing down again.

Lasco kept quiet for as long as he could, but eventually he needed to tell her. "Pandora, honey, listen, I'm going to -"

"Shhh -"

"Yeah, but -"

"So - am - Ooh - I."

"You're sure?"

"I command you."

That was the end of reasoning. The two of them became a single stroking machine, and they triggered each other. Lasco could feel Pandora tense, and that was enough for him. She felt him arch his back, and both of them fell over the edge together.

Lasco moaned, and Pandora screamed. The movements became desperate, and then somewhat cautious as they both became sensitive to the friction. Lasco pumped. Pandora milked him as much as she could while she clamped around him and shuddered.

Eventually, drenched in sweat, they stopped moving. Pandora looked up and kissed Lasco on the lips again. "So - do you think you can walk over to the bed, or do you need to put me down first?"

"I think I can get there."

"Just as well. I can't stand men who wimp out after orgasm."

"I wouldn't dare."

"I like your attitude. That's it. Just fall on it."

They collapsed on the bed, still joined at the hips, and pulled each other close. Despite having even more questions to ask, Lasco immediately fell asleep. Pandora wasn't far behind.

---

It was becoming a habit.

Fall asleep with a gorgeous witch, and then wake up in the morning to a horny one. Pandora seemed to thrive on the few hours of rest they managed, and Lasco often woke to find that she'd begun some activity for which he was required. She appeared to have no rules with regard to sex, and it didn't take long before she was trying things he'd never even heard of. Lasco wasn't complaining; just trying to get enough sleep to keep up.

That first morning, after what she called 'cock and a coffee', Pandora showed him some more about how to get around the place she called home.

The mystery of the doors was an ongoing one. While Lasco had no trouble with the idea, he just couldn't seem to get them to do what he wanted. He was rescued again and again by a smiling blonde.

In her company though, Lasco managed to get to everywhere he needed. In addition to her bedroom, Pandora had a kitchen and a living room, both of which were accessible from any door. The weird mix of ancient relics and modern technology slowly became familiar to Lasco, and he asked fewer questions.

Pandora, it turned out, had a day job, though at first she only mentioned it in passing. The subject came up tangentially, as it seemed most Pan-centric things did. The two of them were sitting in her living room, relaxing in a pair of armchairs. Pan was flicking through television channels, and Lasco was reading a book. She had dragged it out for him, and he was intrigued. The book was about the history of alchemy.

"Lord, you're not happy?"

"What? Pandora, you said you wouldn't do that."

"Apologies."

"You know it wasn't a mistake."

"How dare you?" She was grinning now.

Lasco didn't look, knowing that meeting her eyes would inevitably result in a need to put the book down, and pick the woman up. Not that he was averse to the idea, but he really needed a short break. "Must be me."

"Sir?"

"I must be mistaken. You must have said that accidentally. It just slipped out, right?"

"Of course."

"Right."

"Zane, why were you looking upset?"

"I was just concentrating."

"On what?"

"This alchemy stuff. I don't know anything about it."

"Oh. Umm - you could just ask me."

"Oh? What do you know about it?"

"Just a little."

"Okay." Lasco concentrated on his book for a few more minutes, and then looked up. "How little?"

"I know the guy who wrote the book."

"Oh? But this book is old." He picked it up and waved it at her.

"Yeah. So is he."

"He's still around?"

"You bet. His family are long-lived."

"Okay."

"And short."

Lasco looked up at that. "Short?"

"And blonde."

"Oh! And?"

"He has a gorgeous daughter."

"Your father wrote this?" Lasco took another look at the book.

"Yup. He's the last in a long line of alchemists."

"So Pan - what do you do?"

There was no hesitation. "Sex."

"Huh?"

"I have sex. You know. Two people get close..."

"Stop that. I mean, do you have a career? Something you do outside the house?"

"Well then, no. Not exactly. I have a job, though. Here in the house. I teach."

"Teach what?"

"Magic, of course."

"What? Who do you teach, then?"

"Well, there's you."

"Oh, is that the plan?"

"Couldn't say, but how do you think it's going?" More grinning.

"I'm having a blast - Pandora, am I a job to you?"

"No, no. Relax, Zane. I was just teasing. I teach children."

"Oh? When?"

"Well, most days. Someone has been filling in for me since you got here."

"Why is that?"

"Um... so we didn't have to fuck in the classroom?"

"Really?"

"Sort of. I called in some favours."

"For me? Thank you, Pandora."

"For me!"

"Can we settle with for us?"

"Yeah. Say, would you like to meet them?"

"Who?"

"My kids, Zane. You know, in the classroom?"

"Oh, I'd love to."

"They'd like it too. Most of them have probably never met a magician."

"But they... well, can they do magic?"

"Of course they can. I taught them, didn't I?"

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that."

"Bastard."

"I'm sorry."

"That's not good enough."

"Well, what do you want?"

"An invitation."

"To?"

"Your armchair."

"Not like that. Take your clothes off, and ask nicely."

It never took much in the way of persuasion. Suddenly a short blonde woman was pulling his trousers down before climbing astride him on the comfortable chair. "Please, Mr Magician, could I sit with you?"

"Perhaps. Kiss me." She did.

He kissed her back, and the talking stopped. Pandora reached down and lifted the lever to recline the chair, and then turned back to face Lasco. His lower body was bare, and she rubbed herself against him, sliding herself up and down his shaft before impaling herself deep over the top of him. She insisted he relax, which wasn't going to be possible, and she started to move above him.

Her eyes were closed, and Lasco realised again just how beautiful she was. She bit her bottom lip gently and sighed as she dropped down, and her hands fell to his chest. She lifted them for a moment, and the buttons flew from the shirt and fell to the floor. She hadn't touched them.

Lasco looked up and saw her open her eyes for a minute. She grinned, and then returned to what she was doing, her hands now flat on his chest, skin on skin.

The next downstroke was much the same, eyes closed, and concentrating. She left him alone this time, instead switching the television off, and starting whatever was needed to play some music. Rock music. Loud.

Her eyes opened again, and she looked at the magician for approval. He liked her choice, loved the way she controlled things, and he just nodded. She closed her eyes yet again, and started moving in earnest.

Her hot body was lifting and falling in time to the music, her shoulders swaying sensuously as she moved. If it hadn't been such a short while since the previous time, there wouldn't have been any way Lasco could have coped. As it was though, Pan seemed to be pacing herself with the song. Lasco became determined to match her restraint.

He couldn't stay still forever, despite his efforts, and eventually he started to lift his hips as best he could, responding to her thrusts enthusiastically. Pan was groaning, and pushing as hard as she could against his cock.

The position was unusually good for both of them, and Lasco could feel her wet tightness surrounding him, and her flesh sliding delightfully past him, up and down, at just the right angle.

His hands wandered. Her breasts were first. Small but firm, he took them in his hands and kneaded them firmly. She gasped with the extra stimulation, and he took advantage further, tweaking her hard nipples in his fingertips. His hands slid back a little, and down the sides of her sweaty body, eventually coming to rest on her lifting and falling ass.

Her buttocks were obviously a delight in his hands, and he squeezed them tight before sliding his fingernails across the skin, and being rewarded with a shudder of pleasure.

The song was reaching its inevitable finale, and so was Pandora. Her partner was just hanging on as best he could.

The music crashed into a final set of drum beats. Pan hammered his cock and her cunt in time, shaking with the need to let herself finish, hissing between her teeth as she resisted.

Lasco had realised from a previous encounter that there was something that really gave Pandora a buzz, and as the musical climax closed in on them, he ran the very tip of his finger down the valley between her buttocks, over the pucker of her ass. He managed this a few times, with Pan reacting more strongly with each pass of his fingertip. Then a number of things happened at once.

The music reached its crescendo. Lasco's fingertip pressed, ever so carefully, at the puckered skin, stretching her just a little, without actually invading anything. The music wasn't the only thing to finish at this point...

Pandora's body went rigid, and then she arched, pushing her pussy down over him for the last time as her whole body shuddered to a stop, and she screamed. Lasco would have taken more notice of what she was doing, but he was busy. As she collapsed on him, he thrust hard with his hips, and found his release deep inside her, pumping again and again as though they'd been away from each other for months, instead of just a few hours.

Pandora was lying on his body now, still astride him, her head tucked down over his shoulder. She was silent for a moment, mostly still other than an occasional quiver of pleasure.

Without lifting her head, she spoke quietly.

"You're not moving, you know. Not going anywhere. You're staying right there."

"What, forever?"

"No, not quite that long. After all, you'll need a shower before we go."

"Go where?"

"School, of course. I need to introduce my favourite magician to my favourite children."

"Yeah, but," Lasco answered sleepily, "That's what I was trying to tell you before you jumped me. They won't be impressed with my magic. Theirs is real."

"Not magic, no. Your sleight of hand."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Speaking of which, please, please, please slide your fingertip down my spine just once more? All the way. I'll sleep then."

---

Later that day, shaved, showered, and on his best behaviour, Lasco was taken to see the children. By the time he left, he had a whole room full of new friends, a promise to return in a few days, and a mystery to solve.

He'd shown the laughing kids a classic trick involving a small hidden ball. The finale of the trick was to present his hands to a child, and for her to guess which hand held the ball.

She guessed wrong.

He showed her his empty hand.

She scowled, confused rather than upset, and then grinned at him.

Lasco presented his other hand to the girl, and opened it. There was nothing in it, despite the magician knowing he had the ball there, and being sure that he had been able to feel it while his fingers were wrapped around it.

Pandora stepped in and spoke quietly with the seven year old. She nodded, smiled again, and turned back to Lasco.

She took his large hand in her much smaller one, turned it over, and slowly bent his fingers down to close them under his fist.

He turned his hand back over, and opened it.

The ball was there, the children were laughing, and Pandora took him by the hand and left, through whichever door she wanted to use. She had plans for him.