Wizards-for-Hire

[ALuther]

"L.A. it's one hell of a place, untold millions of people chasing the American dream in a beautiful city full of sunshine, glass and steel. There's great food, great fun and great opportunity. There's also great danger. Street gangs, stalkers, corrupt policemen and worse. That's where our unique services come in. We are Wizards-for-Hire and we- okay seriously who wrote this crap?" Rory sighed tossing the script side. "I'm not reading this garbage! Sounds like a bloody info-mercial"

The tall Irishman glared at his boss, his bright green eyes aglow with contempt.

"Can't we just do the newspaper but again?"

"No" Jessica Henrik said without even looking up from her notebook. "We need to do a TV spot, and I wrote the

"Stick with balancing checkbooks love cause that was awful"

"If we don't get some marketing done I won't be able to balance the checkbook, that's why you're here, to earn at least some of your ridiculous salary" Jessica's pen finally paused long enough for her to glance up at him.

"My salary is not ridiculous! How much money have I made you in the last two years?" Rory protested.

"I'm more worried about what you've made me these last four months, not enough Rory"

"Fine I'll read the damn script" he sniffed. "But ain't nobody coming in the door for this awful stuff"

OOC: I'm looking for someone to work with Rory! Either through hiring him our being a new co-worker (assistant or fellow magic user) Jessica hired to spice things up. I like to write one on one but I'm definitely open to all kind of ideas.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Dahlia was well off, a line of wealthy husbands with sexual weaknesses that only a prostitute could fulfill, and iron clad prenups had served her very well. Dahlia was 37 and was one of those lucky people who looked much younger, which she'd used ruthlessly to her advantage, claiming she was so innocent and she needed the prenup to make things clear.

One thing was missing in her life and after divorce number three she'd gone after it with almost mindless pursuit. Doctor after doctor told her it would take a miracle, and she was frustrated that money could not overcome everything. She was watching some late night tv in a crappy hotel next to the latest specialist when the ad ran.

Wizard for hire, it seemed like a spoof and after checking to make sure she wasn't watching the SyFy channel, she jotted down the number and decided maybe it was time to sleep if she was considering wizardry.

Dahlia got off the bed, dropped her silk robe carelessly to the floor and headed to the bathroom. She glanced in the mirror eyeing her sleek form, from her silky brown hair, to her high firm breasts, with luscious pink tits, down to her hairless pubes, and pink toe nails. She started the shower and let the heat and water relax her enough to sleep.

In the morning she still had the urge to call, and so using the hotel phone she made an appointment to meet "the wizard" at a coffee shop called "Magic Mocha"

 

[ALuther]

Rory was in his workshop when Jessica found him, a room that frankly looked like a cross between a library and backyard auto shop. Photos of ancient ruins covered the walls, along with maps of the old world covered in red marker arrows and circles. Disassembled devices lay on the floor their components laid out in neat rows.

Rory himself was hunched over a work table, pen scratching furiously as he worked through some calculation or another. Jessica didn't pretend to understand how his "abilities" worked, but from what she'd seen it was as much preparation and research as anything. Given time to work he could do some truly amazing things.

"Hey you rum swilling fraud, you've got a client to meet"

"Do I? Wonderful, and what am I doing this time? Divining a cheating husband? Cursing a state legislator? Curing acne?" Rory didn't look up from his work.

"She didn't say, you're to meet her at the Magic Bean"

"Oh so she's a regular comedian then? If it's that reporter from San Diego again I'm going to turn her into a duck and sell her to a French restaurant"

"She's not a reporter but she's is going to be there in twenty minutes so you better get moving"

"Fine, I'm on my way" Rory reluctantly dropped his pen and sighed. One day he'd have a whole day in the shop he promised himself.

He arrived at the Magic Bean with five minutes to spare, checking his reflection quickly to make sure he looked professional. His dark hair was deliberately messy, but otherwise he looked acceptably professional in a dark grey shirt and black slacks.

He ordered a black coffee and tried to decide which of the patrons was his new client.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

The taxi driver asked her 3 times if she was sure this is where she wanted to be dropped off, and after tipping him generously he left. The place had an odd energy, it made her feel kind of tingly in a good way. She hadn't bothered to dress to impress, he didn't need to know the size of her bank account, so she was wearing a simple pale blue sundress, no bra, and a skimpy silk thong. Not that he would need to know that, but she enjoyed the attention as men shamelessly eyed her. She was wearing one of those floppy sun hats, one of the secrets of her alabaster skin. On most women it looked comical, on her it looked regal.

She sighed, and glanced around looking for the goofball that had been on TV, but she figured if he really was a wizard he would find her and she ordered a fruity tea and a pastry and sat down where she could see the entrances. She took the hat off, revealing her silky brown coif, and took a bit of the pastry.

 

[ALuther]

Process of elimination left him with only one suspect. He decided the teenagers gossiping in the corner couldn't afford him, the sweating businessman by the window was a disgustingly obese man not a woman and that left the stunning woman sitting against the back wall.

Interesting. She'd chosen somewhere she could easily see the entrance and quickly make it out the back door. A tactical decision, she was already proving to be a cut above his usual clientele.

He took a moment to assess her before approaching, first with the logical part of his mind. She had an ageless look and uncommon beauty, she stood out even in simple clothes and a hat that most women would look foolish in. Her posture was proud but relaxed, self assured without the aggression or rigidity of many successful people. She brought to mind a lioness at rest.

The primal part of his brain wished to incinerate any witnesses and ravage her here and now but he gently kicked that thought aside before approaching.

"Afternoon love, any chance you're Dahlia?" He met her eyes gently, careful to keep them wandering.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

Dahlia

She loved the sound of her name off his lips. She proffered her hand and she suppressed a shiver when he kissed it. "You look much better in person." She smiled and took a sip of tea, "Your assistant said you were capable, and I hope you don't mind a few tests before I put out serious cash."

She pitched her voice low, leaning forward just enough to show off the v-neckline of her dress and that her pale skin did indeed match the skin between her breasts. "I'm sure you've heard it all but I've been burned by experts before...."

Her eyes had roamed lightly over his frame and she found herself wondering what he would look like naked, tied to a bed frame, and aroused.

 

[ALuther]

Her voice sent an electric jolt through him as he leaned in to kiss her hand. She knew how to hold herself too he noticed, displaying herself to her best advantage.

"I can understand a certain amount of caution" Rory said, sliding into the chair across from her. "Now before we get started, I need to make sure you understand, I'm a Wizard, but there are things I can't do: I can't bring back the dead, some practitioners can help you talk to those who have passed but not me"

He paused for a moment before going on "I can't make a person fall in love, only lust and finally I cannot change the timestream"

The last bit wasn't strictly speaking true, with enough power time could indeed be changed, but it was a dangerous and imprecise practice that he avoided for the sake practicality.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"I'm not interested in the past, the dead, or love at this point in time." It was like talking to a genie and having three wishes. "What I want can't be provided by modern science, and I'd rather not discuss this where so many can overhear us. I trust you are not a sociopath or a psychopath so I do hope we work together to both our satisfactions. I wouldn't ask you to risk your life or health for money."

"Would you prefer to demonstrate your talents in your office or my hotel room?"

 

[ALuther]

Flexing magical muscle to convince clients he was the real deal had just become part of the job. Rory expected some sort of test, but her offer to use her hotel room sent his mind racing in a thousand pulse pounding directions. Which he decided was probably exactly what she intended.

"Why don't we use your hotel room? That way you know I haven't staged anything before hand? I'm parked just around the corner if you'd like to go"

 

[DrMelonCollie]

She wondered what kind of car he drove as she stood up dropped a ten on the table and headed for the door. Her hips swayed more than usual, since she knew he and most of the men with a pulse in the area was watching her ass. Once outside she put her hat back on and told him the name of a mid to low level hotel.

She noticed the quirk of his brow and explained. "It was close to where I needed to be," and waited for him to lead the way to his vehicle.

 

[ALuther]

Rory was pretty shocked to hear that she was staying in a low budget chain hotel and it must've shown. She brushed off his surprise with another enigmatic statement and looked ready to be gone.

"Right this way" he said rounding the street corner. Despite himself he was proud of his car, Jessica had insisted he needed something classy and he'd always loved big aggressive American Muscle. Their compromise was a brand new Dodge Charger Hellcat, it struck a balance between a sleek four door sedan and a monstrous 700 horsepower engine. It was dark metallic grey, gleaming and handsome in the midday sun.

Rory opened her door, closing it behind her and climbed into the drivers seat. With the push of a button the car came to life and they pulled away from the curb sliding through traffic.

"So Ms. Dahlia how would you like to be addressed? And how what kind of magic would you like to see?"

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"Dahlia is fine," his car was nicer than she anticipated as she smoothed the skirt of her dress downward. "I'm not sure what you mean by type, but I was hoping you could make a plant bloom out of season."

She hadn't done her usual research, then again where would one go to research wizardry? Harry Potter? she doubted anything reliable or useful would come up in literature, so for once in her life she was not completely in control of the situation. It was a little frightening, and for the first time in a long time she felt exhilarated. If her goal wasn't so important she would consider seducing him, and her mind kept circling back around, why couldn't she do both?

 

[ALuther]

Making a plant bloom out of season? An unusually subtle request, and something his power was well suited for. Rory found himself almost relieved he was expecting to have to work with something more showy like incinerating a fruit basket or seizing someone's motor control.

He'd had a woman who'd paid for eight hours of his time just to feel him forcing her to move with his magic. She'd found it extremely arousing the ultimate in magical bondage apparently, but Odin it'd been exhausting.

"A plant I can do, nature magic is a speciality of mine"

Damn she looked good riding shotgun. She looked relaxed but preoccupied.

They pulled up in front of the California Sands hotel and he decided it didn't look as bad as he imagined. At one point it might have even been considered a nice place, before the neighborhood went to hell.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

She stepped lightly out of the car and took a side entrance into the hotel, and then used the stairs to go up to her room. It was simpler and faster, the front desk person seemed a little too interested in her goings on. Perhaps because she still had a faint imprint from having worn a wedding ring for over a year, as her pale skin showed no tan lines.

Dahlia had taken the time to purchase a potted plant as she had considered how she might 'test' the wizard. She swiped the door key and tossed her hat and purse casually on the table. "Do you require anything special other than the plant? a strand of hair? a unicorn's tear?" she was teasing a little but she did suspect he might need something.

She watched him approach the potted plant, it was the most weakly looking thing she could find, and she patiently waited.

 

[ALuther]

Her room was as Spartan as she made it sound, but she seemed at ease with it. A less secure woman might be embarrassed by such a modest room, but not Dahlia. It was as if being in a space that was hers, even temporarily, put her back in control. Like a home field advantage.

The plant she'd gotten was in a sorry state, but knowingly or not she had provided everything he needed for the spell. Her teasing made him chuckle.

"I'm afraid unicorn tears are much too valuable to squander on a plant this size... unless you want me to transmute it into a tree"

Calling energy to him was as familiar as his own face in the mirror, or the feeling of a book in his hands. It came to him in a rush flowing through his limbs and leaving him feeling light and strong.

He reached out with his mind pulling moisture from the air around him to form water droplets which he sent into the soil. His magic pushed into the little plant bringing life to shriveled leaves and straightening the withered stem. He pushed a little harder and the plant began to grow larger than it was before. It flowered beautifully, new orange blossoms sprouting open bright and healthy in the shabby hotel room.

He released the magic reluctantly, as always. It was always tempting to keep the power flowing, to continuously draw more and more but that was dangerous. Magic was directly connected to a persons lifeforce and expending too much could leave you exhausted, expending yourself completely could kill you.

Using his power always made him feel more relaxed, like letting off built up pressure. It made him playful.

"Any other gardening you need done?" Rory teased. "I can change material too if you'd like to see your dress in say... black?"

With a wave of his hand her dress turned black. Actually changing the fabric would have taken more energy, but the simple glamour he'd used was a simple and equally effective solution.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

The black dress stood in higher contrast to her skin that the pale blue had. It made her look dangerous, vampiric if she'd been wearing blood red lipstick. "I know you said you can't bring back the dead, but can you do something similar to someone alive? regenerate cells, that sort of thing."

She sat on the bed, flirting just a little. When she'd told the person on phone that money was no object, the questions about her finances melted away. It would take a miracle, they had said, and she was sitting in front of the miraculous.

 

[ALuther]

"Dealing with human cells is much more complicated, but it can be done yes, with the proper preparation and enough power"

Now his curiosity was aroused. What did Dahlia want? She looked good in black, he couldn't help but notice, silently congratulating his choice of colour.

"What did you have in mind?"

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"Can I consider you hired and bound by professional code of confidentiality?" She slowly moved her hands up her arms as if to undo her dress and flaunt her body. Dahlia was sure of his abilities in the wizard area, and her mind or truth be told her cunt was screaming at her to fuck him. The tingling from his performance seemed to have triggered her desires up a notch or two or more and her nipples were straining against the fabric of her dress.

 

[ALuther]

"Of course you can count on my complete discretion" Was she aroused? He asked himself, noticing despite himself that her nipples were now showing through the fabric of her dress.

The way she moved, the way she sat, even the way she spoke all screamed at him that she was a few bold words from being naked beneath him writhing in ecstasy, whispering his name.

It had been a long time for him and his body was making him very aware of every hour since he'd last been with a woman.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"You don't have a problem with a long term contract? I asked but they were vague about length *emphasis* of service." Her hands moved up caressing her and she ran them through her hair, tousling her hair as she kicked off her shoes.

She wanted him badly, and she needed him wizardly, and she was very aware that she was crossing a ton of moral, ethical, and professional boundaries. Never sleep with the help, of course husband number 2 had done so, but then again she was single, so at least there was not that. Her ability to think rationally was fading with every breath. The dress seemed stifling and she uncrossed her legs, pulled them up on the bed and lay sprawled on her side.

 

[ALuther]

"I'm willing to consider a long term arrangement, but that would depend on the nature of your request"

Rory couldn't help but be transfixed by her, the sleek strength of her body, the long silky cascade of her hair. He wanted her badly.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

"I don't doubt that you can fulfill my request, but," she paused dramatically, "I'd like to cut through some bull shit first. I'm very aroused right now and I don't know if it's you or me or the situation, but I know once we get down to business, then we probably won't fuck, and I really want to see you naked." She paused, undoing the halter of her dress and exposing her breasts. "Do you mind if we attend to pleasure before business?"

 

[ALuther]

He couldn't have been happier to hear her surprisingly bold proposal. A more professional man might've said no, but hell he was a single, red blooded Irishman.

"Absolutely, I was worried it was just me" he chuckled softly. "Let me help you"

With a wave of his hand her dress began to dissolve, as if it were slowly burning away but instead of blistering heat there would only be a gentle warmth. It started at the bottom hem, climbing her legs painfully slowly.

Within a moment she was left in only a silk thong her dress completely vanished. Next he did his shirt and shoes, only more quickly. He wasn't an especially tall man, but he prided himself on his physical strength and the accompanying physique. His chest was strong and thick, his stomach flat. He had thick dark hair on his chest and arms corded with muscle. His blood was pumping hard as stood before her, wearing only his black slacks.

 

[DrMelonCollie]

The use of energy did something to her, and she felt the strange tingling effect grow stronger. Perhaps she was sensitive, or attuned to him, or something but she was powerfully hungry for him. She stretched out on the bed, bending one knee showing off toned thighs, and smooth legs. Her thong was wet, and she ogled him, devouring every detail, because she knew afterwards she might not have the privilege of seeing him naked again.

Not because her request was perverse, but more because it was so personal, after being so vulnerable to him she wasn't sure she could feel the appetite she was feeling now.

"I bet you do that for all your conquests," she teased, arching her back, letting her breasts sway, noticing just how thick and swollen the pink nipples were. "Look what you've done to me...." she purred. She wasn't sure she had ever purred before, but right now she felt like a lioness, powerful, sleek, and in heat, though she knew she was not ovulating.

 

[ALuther]

"Only when I think it'll please them" Rory smiled. God had they really only meet an hour ago? Her thong was wet with arousal and he was hungry for the feeling of her body around him. He leaned down over her, kissing his way up her calves, he climbed onto the bed with her, his lips leaving a soft trail up her legs.

When he finally came to the thin silk hiding her dripping sex from him he pulled it down her body in a smooth fluid motion tossing it aside as though it had been a nettling inconvenience for weeks.

When she was completely naked, with him kneeling between her legs he had to resist the urge to simply fuck her senseless. Instead he lowered his head to her pussy and lapped roughly at her clit. Dancing across it with a tantalizing flicks.