Thread: Magical Mia's Mystifying Magical Experience (Cougar Girl and Monkey's Razor)

Mia smiled with satisfaction at the mock-up of her new website. She had finally found a niche in the magic market. If only she could solve her one remaining problem. She had been fascinated by magic from the moment she opened that Christmas present when she was 12 years old and found that her father had bought her a magic set. Over the coming months, shed bored the family as she practised the card tricks and practised the sleight of hand and practised the memory games. By the time she was 18, she was giving shows for her friends and dreaming of becoming a professional, but the work just wasnt there. All she could find were occasional childrens parties where her audience were either being sick from eating too much jelly and cake or announcing to everyone how she did her tricks. If only she could find a new slant, something that would make her stand out among the many magicians competing for the party market. The idea had eventually come to her when she was attending her sisters hen party on the eve of her wedding. One of her friends had booked a surprise, a stripper dressed as a policeman who turned up ostensibly to investigate complaints about the noise they were making, and then complained about how hot it was, which of course led to him stripping. As Mia watched the girls cheer, whistle and grope the stripper, the idea started to form in her mind. Here was her market. She could put on magic shows, but shows with a difference. Shows designed for an exclusively female market. And that was how the idea was born. Out went Miss Mias Magic Show, and in came Mistress Mias Mystifying Magical Experience. And to go with the new name there had to be a change of image. So out went the white tie and tails with all its convenient pockets for hiding cards, flowers and even the occasional dove, and in came thigh revealing boots, ass clutching micro skirts and tit hugging blouses. Out, too, went the old amateurish website and in came the spectacular creation that had cost her an arm, a leg and an occasional blowjob for the designer. She was almost ready for her launch. Almost ready, because there was still a problem. She needed an assistant. All the male magicians had glamorous and scantily glad girls to assist with the tricks and to act as an additional distraction. There were plenty of those around, but Mia needed someone different, someone to fit in with her new image. And then, thinking back to the stripping policeman, she realised what that was. She needed a man, and a man who wouldnt mind being exposed as the only male is a room full of drunken, rowdy and possibly randy women. And that was the problem. Men may dream of being in that situation, but when it came right to it, they were scared. She thought of hiring one of those strippers, but she wanted someone to help her, not compete with her. She thought of advertising, but how and where could she place an ad that would be seen by the sort of person she wanted? She was riding the bus to work one morning when she realised that the answer had been there all along. She needed a guy who was good looking and would provide eye candy for the audience. And she knew just the man. A friend who might be prepared to do this as a favour, at least on a trial basis. A guy shed known for years, since school in fact. Daniel. But would he agree? He had a great body she knew that for a fact, having seen it so often when he was sunbathing. But how would he feel about being a piece of meat at a hen party? There was only one way to find out.