Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2015 07:21:32 -0400
From: Sasha Steele <sashadankatutu@gmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Box (part two) by Sasha Steele

   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