Judi turned the contents of her interview over to her editor and told him that Santorini had promised her a second one.  He decided to sit on it, and then they, after the second interview was completed, would put everything together into a nice writing.  Judi carried on with her normal assignments, and one Monday, about a month after the first interview, she got a message from The Great Santorini.  He was inviting her out Friday afternoon at two for the second interview.  Of course, she accepted.


On the designated Friday, Judi left the office at noon and headed home.  She changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed her laptop and briefcase, and took a small over the shoulder bag.  She had a bit of lunch and then jumped in the car and headed to Santorini's home.  She arrived just before two and was shown to the pool.


"Well, my Dear," he began, by way of a greeting, "it's a shame you didn't bring your bikini.  It's a lovely day to catch some sun by my pool while we conduct the rest of the interview."


"I thought," said Judi, wearing a sly smile, "that we were going to do the interview in Xenon.  I loved your apartment there."


"Hmmmmmm," said Santorini, thinking it over a bit, "perhaps we should.  You may enjoy sitting on the balcony and enjoying the view.  To Xenon, then."


Santorini led Judi back into the house and into his study, where he stepped through the mirror.  Judi followed, once again finding herself in the luxurious apartments the magician kept.  She stepped out onto the balcony and looked out over Bazaar.


"The place is divine, Robert," she said.  "It is wonderfully enchanting.  It's almost like a fairy tail out of the Arabian Nights.  And you say there is a great deal of magic here?  Perhaps you could give me a demonstration or something.  Maybe even a tour?"


"Well, I could give you a little magic demonstration in my living room.  Suppose we go in there?  But a tour is out of the question.  Females are, for the most part, property here.  They are very cherished and protected property, but they are property all the same.  Were you to go outside without an ownership collar you would be fair game for every randy male of any race or species that desired you.  And, trust me, you would be desired.  Alas, I've no collar to put on you."


Judi followed the magician into his living room.  The room was large and beautiful, done in a subdued Mideastern style.  She noticed that there were no chairs around the table; only cushions.  There was another balcony, and the view was just as magnificent from this balcony.  Judi smiled slyly and set her briefcase, laptop, and shoulder bag on the low table.  Then she began to undress.

"Putting on your bikini, Dear?" asked Robert.


"Sort of."


Santorini watched, fascinated, as the woman undressed.  When she was completely naked, she stretched a bit and then removed a tiny black thong from the bag.  It was done in a lace floral pattern and quite pretty.  The girl was beautiful.  His jaw dropped when he saw her remove a pair of sandals from the bag, place them on her feet, and then remove a collar.  He was shocked when she handed him the collar.


"Now you can take me on a walking tour, Robert," she said, calmly.


The Great Santorini, always so cool and collected, was unnerved.  But he quickly recovered.  Now he understood why Judi was not shocked by her initial passage through the mirror.  She had been here before.  He gently placed the collar about her neck, making sure that it was not to tight, and grabbed the chain.


"You know, my Dear," he said, "I am very, very tempted to..."


"What's stopping you?" asked a giggling Judi.


Robert smiled, and gently reached over and felt her breasts, which were very shapely.  She had small nipples, and he gave them a tweak.  The girl smiled and enjoyed it.  Then he led her outside, to the street, where he gave her a few sound smacks on the bottom.  Judi gasped and jumped.  Then he led her off.


"So, my Dear Judi, to whom does this collar belong?


"Mirax."


"The Mirax?  Really?" asked Santorini, raising his eyebrows.


"Is there any other?  Let's drop by for a visit."


"Next you'll be telling me that you're acquainted with Kelly, Princess of the Gnomes," said a grinning Santorini.


"We were college roommates for three years," Judi responded in a matter-of-fact tone.  "She still has one year to go; I was a year ahead of her.  She discovered a portal before I did.  We both use it on occasion."


Santorini gave her a few quick smacks on the backside, which made her skip, and the two wound their way through Bazaar, up the hill, and approached Mirax's estate.  The gate was locked and protected by warding spells.  Two of the guards caught sight of the pair, and immediately let them in.  


"So, what do you do here for Mirax?" asked Santorini.


"Sometimes, I masturbate for him.  On occasion, Kelly and I make love and he watches.  I also get serviced by his guards."


Santorini's eyebrows shot up again.  He didn't say a word when one of the guards, obviously a sergeant or something, hugged Judi and began to play with her nipples.  In a few moments, Mirax appeared.


"Judi!" he boomed.  "However did you get here?  And I see that you brought a guest."


"This is Robert Santorini, an Earth magician and illusionist," remarked Judi.  She was struggling just a bit; the guard knew where her buttons were.  "I was interviewing him concerning the death of Killian.  He said that an assassin for hire committed the murder from here, and he would prove it to me.  He had no idea that I had already been here."


"Well," said a frowning Mirax, "I had hoped to keep you out of this affair.  Listen, why don't you go and play with the guards?  It appears that Santorini and I have a bit to discuss."


Judi removed the collar and scampered off to a private room with two of the guards.  Mirax ordered refreshments, and he and Santorini sat down to talk.  The talk would be both long and serious, only disturbed by a cry of pleasure from and Earth female every now and then.
