The Magic Box (part two)
by Sasha Steele
The audience for Doctor Modesto's hypnotist show were starting to filter into the theater. Police Detective Jason Hawk took note of the fact that the better part of them were members of New York's upper class. He figured once everybody had settled into their seats would be a good time to do a little snooping around. The stage lights had just began to dim when Hawk slipped out and headed back stage. His badge would open any door he needed opened.
"What's in there?" He asked a stagehand.
"It's a storage room."
"Open it up."
"It's not locked."
Hawk went inside. It was a large room full of stage props and other junk. He looked around. There was a heavy curtain draped across a small section of the room. "What's behind the curtain?" He asked.
"They've curtained off that part of it for the shows star's dressing room. They use the other door."
Detective Hawk peaked through the curtains. There was a vanity set up, a free standing close rack with mostly female clothing hung on it, a couch, chairs, a table with an assortment of bottles on it. Hawk thought Modesto looked like a drinker. The stagehand showed him around the rest of the back stage area. Hawk found nothing of interest.
Hawk watched the show from the wings. Layla had combed the audience picking her four volunteers. Hawk recognized one of them, a prominent New York banker, filthy rich. The other three unknown. Layla wasn't as gorgeous as Modesto was telling his audience she was. She was a bit fat and her face heavily made up. But he had to admit she sure looked sexy with her long platinum-blond hair and the way she was dressed for the show.
Layla had on a white tutu-like stage dress with shimmering silver sequence on its tight bodice. Her soft arms were bare. The bodice was low cut. Layla was pretty flat chested. She wore gaudy costume jewelry, necklace and earrings. Her smooth legs were clad in nude tone fishnet stockings. And she wore white shoes with extremely high heels. The little skirt of her costume flared outward with the frilly white crinolines beneath it.
The four men were lined up on stage doing some sort of gag where Layla had to stand behind each one in turn and place her hands over their eyes. With one of them, a tall dark haired man, it looked to Hawk as if Layla was sexually grinding herself into him from behind. Very sexy indeed he thought. He also thought, when he saw Layla point out to Modesto the man she had been bum grinding and Modesto whispered something in the man's ear, that something other than the show was going on here. Especially when he also whispered in the bankers ear before dismissing them. With the show winding up detective hawk thought he would find all the answers he needed by eavesdropping on the pair of them from behind the curtain in their dressing room.
Layla had been horny all day, made even more so when she got dressed in her sexy costume for tonight's show. During the show, having found a good looking guy from the audience that was more her type, Layla could no longer control her cock. It was hard as a rock and she had to discretely adjust it upward in her costume's shiny white panties. And how sitting at her vanity the erection in those panties throbbed as Layla rubbed it. And she could feel they were wet at its tip where she had oozed a ton of precum into them.
"Where the fuck is he?" Layla moaned, now desperate with anticipation.
Then came the familiar knock at the dressing room door - three long, two short.
"He's here now," Modesto told her and went to let him in.
Hawk had to see who it was. He opened the curtains to peep through. It was the tall dark haired man Layla had pointed out on stage. Modesto brought him over to were Layla sat at her vanity. Hawk had a good view of them. Layla got up. Her right hand was pressed beneath her tutu's crinoline. She reached down with her left, drew her costume's panties aside and pulled out her hard cock.
"On your knees," she ordered.
Jason hawk was taken aback. He'd been caught off guard. Hadn't factored into the equation that Layla wasn't a woman at all but a transvestite. Layla was obviously aroused. Her cock hard as a rock. And it was no small cock. It was big. Bigger than Hawk's own cock, which had suddenly grown hard as he watched Layla frantically fuck the tall man's mouth. Hawk felt his temperature rise with the flush of his face. Felt a tightening in the pit of his stomach brought on by a deep hunger different from anything he had before experienced.
It didn't take long for Layla to cum. She tightened her grasp on the man's head and pressed herself tight to him jamming her cock down his throat as far as possible and moaned loudly as she came. Hawk came in his own pants at about the same time. He hadn't realized till then that he'd been jerking himself through his clothing.
"You can go now," Layla said to the man on his knees.
His eyes were blank, face expressionless, his cock limp, just another hypnotized puppet for her to mouth fuck. Why can't just one of them react to her and show a little passion like maybe they like her big hard cock in their mouths, like the taste of her cum. Just one for fuck sake who might even like her.
Fuck, Hawk thought coming to his senses. He had to get out of there. Had to think. He needed a drink. Hawk sat in a near empty bar. He'd had a few drinks trying to fathom what had just happened. Layla was obviously in charge. Modesto was hypnotizing the victims. Somehow embezzling money from the rich ones and setting up his transvestite stage assistant with the others. He thought of Layla fucking the tall guy. How he'd cum in his pants watching her. That was the most troubling of all. Did Hawk harbor gay tendencies?
Next day he talked to the police psychologist about the suicide victim. She told him that it was quite possible for a person who while under hypnosis was forced into an unnatural act to develop a subconscious conflict leading to depression. Hawk figured Layla had fucked the guy and two weeks later he'd topped himself. He'd have to go back to the theater.
It was their last show. The stagehand had tipped Layla off about the cop who'd been sniffing around so she thought they'd better lay low. No fucking in the dressing room. No large sums of money from rich guys. They played it straight for the last show. Took their bows and went backstage. Layla had Modesto help her out of her costume and then dress her. He was hooking up the last garter on her stockings when the knock came at the dressing room door. Modesto helped Layla slip into her robe then went and answered it.
Hawk was in the back of the audience the whole show watching. Waited for the audience to clear then went back stage to speak to Layla and Modesto. Modesto let him in when he knocked. Obviously they'd been tipped and where in a big hurry to leave. No whispering in banker's ears. No mouth fucking in the dressing room tonight Hawk thought.
Layla stood up to meet him. She was wearing a long silvery-white robe and had on nylon stockings and white high heeled pumps. Her long platinum-blond hair cascaded over her shoulders and hung to mid back in soft curls. A wig Hawk thought. He had figured close up Layla would just look like a guy in drag, but she didn't. She was quite pretty, though her face was heavily made up with black mascara, eye shadow and red lipstick. Hawk flashed her his badge.
"Did you watch the show detective Hawk?" Layla asked him.
"I did."
"So you saw the magic box open."
"Yes."
Everyone, including Modesto, who had looked into the magic box had fallen under its hypnotic spell, except Layla. She saw nothing but an empty box. When Layla found the box and realized its potential she had taken it to a second rate hypnotist to find out how it worked but he too went under its spell and Layla realized she could make them all do what ever she wanted. She moved in close and put her hands on detective hawk's broad shoulders.
"You think I'm attractive detective Hawk, irresistible. You desire me."
Hawk felt his cock grow hard. A lump formed in his throat. "Yes I-I do," he said.
Layla placed her hand on Hawk's growing cock. Finally, she thought, someone was actually reacting to her charms. Her own cock was growing hard. A tent was forming in the front of her silk robe.
"Why detective Hawk I believe you have given me a hardon."
Layla embraced Hawk, pressed her hardness into his and kissed him deeply. Broke the kiss. Stepped back, opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Layla was wearing all white undergarments, a long line brassier with flat lace cups, a girdle corset with garter belts and white panties with the massive tenting of her hard cock poking out from beneath the bottom edge of the girdle. Nude tone stockings with back seams were hooked to the garter belts. Layla pulled her panties aside and pulled out her big cock.
"Mmmm," Layla hummed stroking her cock to make it harder. "You want my cock," she said. "Want it in your mouth. Want me to fuck your month with it. Mmmm. Get down on your knees."
Hawk dropped to his knees in front of Layla. She stepped into him. Took hold his head with one hand and held it to her as she masturbated against the side of Hawk's face. Her cock hardened even more and her breath rate increased as Layla's lust grew. Hawk was exactly her type, tall handsome, rugged. And he reacted to her, not just another a deadpan hypnotized puppet. This was going to be good.
"Open your mouth," she breathed.
Hawk opened his mouth. Layla grasped his head with both hands and shoved her cock all the way in nearly choking him with it. He felt her cock slide back and forth on his moist tongue, felt its head poke the back of his throat and her balls bounce off his chin as Layla fucked him. He felt her arousal grow with the increased desperation of her strokes. Layla was fucking him hard and she was going to cum in his mouth.
Layla flung her head back and moaned loudly as her hot cum shot down the back of Hawk's throat. She eased her grip allowing her cock to sit on his tongue as she pumped his mouth full of her semen. Layla was breathing heavily when finally she had emptied her load in Hawk's mouth. And when Hawk finally came to his senses he saw that his pants were wet as he had once again cum in them.
"Go now detective," Layla said. "You have no more business with me.
Hawk got off his knees and left as Layla had bid him to. His mind was in turmoil with the realization that he didn't just harbor gay thoughts but actually was a homosexual. And further more, Hawk had fallen for Layla. How on earth, Hawk wondered, had he ended up in love with a transvestite.
Hawk was still wondering a few days later when he took a final look at the suicide case that had brought him in contact with Layla and Modesto who had both disappeared. It was a definite suicide, case closed. But what about the fraud angle. Had Layla used Modesto to embezzle money from rich members of their audience? Hawk decided to investigate.
He found Modesto, a broken down drunk who knew nothing. Interviewed several members of the audience and a picture began to emerge. They'd all visited a curiosity shop in uptown Manhattan called Cosmos. Purchased occult items there, junk really, but they'd paid exorbitant amounts of money for them under hypnosis. It was fraud alright. The shop was owned by one Kendal Keyes. Hawk decided to pay him a visit to see if he could get a line on Layla.
End of part two