📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 57

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 57

Mel

After Mary was no longer the center of attention, she began to relax. Even though Mel wanted to do nothing more than have her delicate little hand interlocked with Mel’s arm and show everyone present that this precious person was their girlfriend, they did their best to hold back. It would draw way too much interest towards Rosemary, and as of now, Mel didn’t even know if Mary was comfortable with being known as Melodie van de Sterren’s girlfriend. So they treated her like a beloved friend.

It was soon clear that Mary wasn’t unfamiliar with events like these. Her knowledge of etiquette was flawless, and on top of that she was very pleasant to have as an entourage. She took great pleasure in listening to various conversations, happily watched all the little tricks Mel demonstrated, and introduced herself when needed, but also communicated kindly but directly when she required something, like a drink, a seat, distance, or a break.

It was so easy and relaxing being with her.

Though Bea wouldn’t be the only challenging encounter this evening.

Another magician had come to this event; and while Mel truly appreciated her skills and, after knowing her for over 8 years, would even dare to call her something close to a friend, she wasn’t the… easiest person to handle.

“Oh, look who’s here, my favorite little boy,” the woman cooed after appearing in front of Mel, wearing a tight, red dress that held onto the most delicate parts of her body with all of its strength, with her coffee-brown hair coiffed in a beautiful, classy 20’s style.

Fuck yeah, today’s your lucky day, Melster. First Bea, then Mary, now her - not to forget Tomas - all the hottest chicks in one place. My tiny snake heart can’t take it.

As per usual, Mel ignored the demon’s comment altogether and instead offered the fellow magician a welcoming smile. “It’d be a shame not to attend your own after-show soiree, non, my dear Lynette?”
With that, they took her presented hand and kissed it.

“It wouldn’t be too uncommon for you, Mel, you have to admit. Great show today, anyway. I couldn’t figure out one single trick for sure.”

“That’s a great compliment, coming from you. It warms my heart to know you’ve watched it.”

“I’ll surely dream of it, too. And of you, of course,” she said with a flirtatious tone, coming a little closer. “How about I help you to relax a bit? We could take a private room. You’ve earned it.”

Mel felt Mary’s hand curl around their upper arm and her body coming closer.

Oh, looky here, your gal does get possessive at times, after all.

Lynette, too, noticed it.

“How terribly rude of Mel to not introduce us,” she now said, forwarded to Mary. “Lynette’s the name. Though you probably know me already.”

“I’m very sorry, I don’t. But it’s nice to meet you,” Mary answered in her sweet voice, showing one of her adorable signature smiles: Innocent, as if there wasn’t one ill thing in this world. 

Lynette’s expression made Mel laugh.

“Don’t take it to heart, my dear. She didn’t know who I was, either, when we first met,” they tried to alleviate Lynette’s tarnished pride.

The fellow performer tried to catch her grace again, making a fending move with her hand. “Ah, well, if that’s the case, she must be fairly new to magic. Or, well, variety entertainment overall. So let me enlighten you: I’m Lynette De Feu. Fire magician, burlesque performer, fashion designer, and certainly more. People call me a prodigy, but I wouldn’t go that far.”

Oh yes, she would, that crazy hoe. I’m goin’ feral for her confidence. She doesn’t need a demon like you do, bub, she’s her own. If she fucks like she talks it must be a direct ride to hell, in the fuckin’ best way.

“She really is one of the best in the magic industry,” Mel explained further to Mary. “She has won uncountable awards.”

Lynette smiled, her fire-red, plump lips exposing perfect white teeth. 

“And you are…?”

Mary offered her hand. “Mary,” was all she answered with a polite, kind smile, as if she’d introduced herself to a cashier.

Both Mel and Lynette stared at her, abashed and a little confused. In Mel’s mind, Lusje screamed with laughter.

Bewildered by Mary’s unimpressed and unimpressive answer, Lynette shook her hand.

“Mary? That’s all?”

Instead of answering, the girl just nodded. 

By everythin’ unholy, she faked you guys out so much, I can’t believe it, hahahahaha! You should see your dumb little high-and-mighty entertainer faces. She didn’t even introduce herself with her real name! Is she just playin’ cute, or was this a planned move? Anyway, I love it, hahahaha

Lynette scrunched her nose up. “Aha. Charmed, I’m sure,” she said while letting go of Mary’s hand. Then, she added, “And you’re, what? Mel’s secretary? Maid-of-all-work? His chambermaid he took an interest in?”

“Lynette, please,” Mel warned her. Though they couldn’t help but wonder what answer their little dove would give. How she, herself, would explain their relationship.

“No,” Mary simply answered Lynette's question, still smiling sweetly. 

They waited for some more heartbeats, but that was all Mary offered.

Hahahahaha, oh god, I can’t, hahahahahaha

Perplexed and irritated, Lynette turned towards Mel again. “Well, this was as lovely as it could get. I have actual important matters I need to attend to, so I’ll say goodbye for now. But don’t forget to bid adieu to me before you leave, Mel,” she said, then stepped into Mel’s personal space and stroked over their cheek. Without deigning to look at Mary, she left.

Mel sighed. 

“Please excuse her behavior, my lieverd. She’s good at heart, but it’s not easy being a woman in our field. Or in the adult industry. So she can come off a little stronger than she needs to be.”

“It’s okay,” Mary answered, gently stroking over Mel’s arm with her other hand for a brief moment. “You two seem to know each other well?”

Mel smiled. “Ah… yes. We’re both fans of each other, you could say. I do hold a lot of respect for her as a performer and as a person, and it seems to be mutual; so it is only natural that we are a little closer, I think. I have known her for a long time.”

She wants to know if you guys have been fucking, you moron.

“Though it, uhm, never has been more than that,” Mel added in a more muffled tone.

Mary took a look over at Lynette, who was still standing in their reach of vision and talking to an older, but very rich looking guy. While he explained something without looking at her, she also looked over to Mel, winking, and making a gesture with her hand as if she’d brush her teeth, while poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue, making it look like she was sucking on an invisible toothbrush. Or… something else.

Taken aback, Mel cleared their throat and looked away.

“I have to admit, that’s hard to believe,” Mary stated, but in a jesting way.

“That’s Lynette for you. Please don’t pay it any mind. Are you hungry? The buffet looks amazing, and I’d love to dunk some fruits in the chocolate fountain.”

Mary laughed lovingly. “I’m sure you do. Let’s check it out.”

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Story written by RoseVirage