The Second Wish (Yes, Master Book 2)

by Simon Archer

  “Vila!” Andi scolded playfully. “Bennett isn’t just some piece of meat for a nice girl like Lottie to take advantage of!”

  “Sure, he is!” Vila shot back. “A smart, kind, chiseled specimen of a man that is only suited for a woman who appreciates his sexiness and remarkable ability to make them scream out in--”

  “Vila!” Andi yelled at her again. “Shush! While you are not wrong, Bennett has to be going. You spouting off at the mouth like that is just making me want to be the one taking advantage of him right here on the spot!” Vila made a fast swirl around my body, being sure that her soft trail of mist rubbed across the crotch of my jeans. My reaction to her was instantaneous, and my jeans got tighter. Andi noticed my growing erection and pulled Vila away by the arm.

  “Look what you’ve done!” she told Vila. She floated behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and slid her hand across my bulge. “This is what happens when you can’t control yourself, Vila!” She wrapped her mist around my leg and continued to massage me under the ruse of pointing out my erection to Vila. I held my breath and tried to stay focused, but the friction of her hands resulted in me letting the air flow out of my lungs in a low moan.

  “Ladies, I have to be--” Words were hard to form as the throbbing in my pants became more prominent. Vila’s eyes flashed mischief and desire as she floated in front of me.

  “Andi,” she said, looking behind me as she came closer, “there’s no time to waste. We have to make sure he’s ready to go on time.”

  “I agree,” Andi answered and began unbuttoning my jeans.

  In one swift motion, she had my jeans and boxers on the floor around my feet, releasing my throbbing cock from its fabric prison. Vila floated down and immediately rubbed her velvet-soft cheek against me as she cradled my sack in her hands. Her touch sent a shockwave of sensation through me, and I leaned back on Andi to keep my balance. Andi ran her hands up under my shirt and across my chest as she leaned her soft lips close to my neck and ran her tongue gently up to my ear.

  “This is the only way you’ll possibly make it on time,” she whispered seductively. Her hot breath on my neck sent shivers down my back as I exhaled again.

  She moved her hands down my body, and I gasped as she wrapped her soft palms around the base of my cock. I looked down just as she directed me through Vila’s waiting lips. The sight of Vila’s seductive eyes looking up at me, and the maddening pleasure of her plump lips sliding up my dick made the pressure build in my loins. Andi’s mist floated between my legs, replacing Vila’s hands as it began pulsing around my sack.

  The sensation was warm and soft and added to the pleasure coursing through me. Vila increased her suction and kept her tongue hard against the underside of my shaft as she started to move her mouth back and forth faster and faster while Andi’s hands stroked me at the same time. The sight of the two of them pleasuring me so enthusiastically turned me on even more, and my cock started throbbing harder. Vila grabbed onto my hips so she could force me into her mouth with more force, and I took hold of the back of her head.

  “Mmm,” she uttered from her throat as she sucked me in. Her moans got louder as I built close to my breaking point.

  Andi pulled one of her hands away from my shaft, and I felt her press up against my back. Her hand slid between us, and I realized she was now standing instead of floating. Her hand found her soft folds, and she rocked her hand back and forth against her clit in rhythm to Vila’s mouth hungrily sucking me off. Andi’s tits pressed hard against me, and the wet sound of her fingering herself told me she was nearing climax quickly, which made me throb hard between Vila’s lips.

  “I’m ready for you,” she purred next to my ear.

  All I could do was nod to let her know how much I wanted to cum inside her. Vila pulled her hot mouth off my cock and moved to the side as Andi stepped in front of me and bent over. Her pussy was dripping with readiness. I grabbed her hips and forced my cock into her hard. She squeezed around me, and I knew I was at my breaking point. I felt her warm folds slide down my shaft as I pulled out and slammed into her again. Vila lay on the floor, also having traded her mist for legs, arching against her hand as she pleasured herself at the sight of us. Andi tightened around me as she started to climax, and it was more than I could take.

  I slammed my cock deep inside her, pulling her hips to me as the first spray of hot cum exploded out of me. She screamed out in ecstasy the harder I pounded her. The pulsing of her cunt pulled shot after shot out of me as I released my load into her, grunting hard with each powerful thrust. As I drained myself into her, Andi’s screams were accompanied by Vila yelling out as she made herself cum.

  When the three of us fell into the soft, throbbing state of relaxation that comes after an orgasm that powerful, Andi laid face-down on the floor beside Vila, and I laid on top of her, still pulsing inside her. I reached over and gently massaged Vila’s wet opening, using her own juices to lube my fingers. I softly slid my fingers down her clit, into her, and back up again. She let out a gentle moan as she started to squirm. Each time I slid my fingers inside her, she arched up a little further, and I could feel her passion building. My cock hardened inside Andi a little more with each of Vila’s moans.

  Soon I began pumping in and out of Andi, now slippery with my cum, in time with my fingers entering Vila. Andi responded by raising her ass up to me each time I slid deeper in her. The pressure built quickly within the three of us, and the myriad of sensations peaked simultaneously. Vila grabbed my hand and pushed my fingers deeper just as Andi’s pussy squeezed around my cock. The three of us came together, even more intensely than the first time.

  The throbbing in my shaft built and exploded again and again as I basked in the pleasure of both girls cumming on me. My grunts mixed with their screams until finally, the three of us were spent. We each exhaled and relaxed into the gentle pulsing of aftershocks caused by each other's touch.

  Vila was the first to get up, followed by Andi and me. The three of us jumped in the shower real quick, and ten minutes later, I was standing in front of my mirror once again. That time I decided not to ask for the girls’ fashion advice. Once I was satisfied that I was presentable, I hurried downstairs to the front door. Vila and Andi followed and made sure I had everything I needed.

  “Coat?” Andi asked.

  “Check,” I replied.

  “Money clip?” Vila chimed in.

  “Check,” I said again.

  “Charming smile to dazzle her with?” Andi tossed in as a joke.

  “Always,” I told her. I opened the door and hurried to the car where Glen was waiting for me. I turned back as Andi and Vila pushed the door shut while waving goodbye. Glen sat his seat up as I climbed in.

  “How was your nap?” I asked him jokingly.

  “Ten minutes longer than it was supposed to be,” he answered with a knowing tone in his voice.

  “See?” I started. “I told you I wouldn't be making a habit of being early!” Glen laughed as he started the car, and we pulled away from the house. A short, twenty minutes later, I was in a theater pulling out a chair for the raven-haired, sapphire-eyed beauty who gave me the privilege of her love.

  2

  Lottie Harris was the girl I had pined for all throughout my high school years. We had lost touch since graduation until one of my delivery routes randomly led me back to her. We'd been dating for the past year, and each time I saw her, I wanted to see her more. Her family owned a local accounting firm, Harris Tax Service, which she had recently taken over and expanded. If there was such a thing as the full package, Lottie was it. Time spent with her was never boring, and I was consistently grateful that she shared hers with me.

  “Are you going to tell me what type of show this is?” she asked me with mock frustration as a quiet waitress set our dinner plates in front of us.

  “Nope,” I replied simply.

  “Not even a hint?” she prodded.

  “Nope,” I repeated haughtily. She crossed her arms and
pretended to pout.

  “Well, regardless of the show, at least the food looks good,” she commented, giving up on her line of questioning.

  The plate in front of her had a beautiful filet of roasted tilapia surrounded by a variety of steamed, green vegetables. The presentation was appetizing, to say the least, and my meal was no different. I had ordered chicken parmesan with angel hair pasta. The aroma of the marinara sauce reminded me that I had waited too long to eat.

  “I was pleasantly surprised to find a theater house above stand-up comedy standards that offered a full menu during a show,” I told her as I wound noodles around my fork. My first bite of pasta confirmed that my meal was as good as it looked. The noodles were perfectly al dente, and the garlic oil they were tossed with was flavorful without being overpowering. I looked over as Lottie cut into her tilapia and took a small bite.

  “How is it?” I inquired.

  Lottie started nodding her head until she swallowed her bite.

  “It's excellent!” she replied happily. “We just may have to ask whether or not the kitchen staff for this evening works elsewhere in the city.”

  “I never would have thought of that,” I marveled. “You realize that you are the smartest person I know, don't you?”

  “Yes,” she answered without missing a beat. “Regardless of me being so smart, I still don't know what we are here to see. Are you sure you don't want to tell me?” She batted her long black eyelashes at me in an exaggerated attempt to make me buckle.

  “We are back to the word of the evening, I see,” I laughed at her. “Nope.”

  “Fine then. I will sit over here and proceed to pout until the show starts in that case,” Lottie shot back sarcastically.

  “I'm good with that,” I started, matching her sarcasm. “You are just as beautiful to look at when you are irritated with me as you are any other time, so I win either way!”

  “Bennett Alex Anders!” she shouted in a whisper. “You are impossibly frustrating some days!” Her tone was curt, but her eyes were laughing.

  I shot her an innocent smile and went back to eating. A few bites later, the overhead lights in the theater began to dim, and the small lamp in the middle of our table started glowing so that we would have enough light to continue eating while the show started. We turned our chairs slightly so that we had a better view of the stage just as the heavy velvet curtain separated. Nobody was on the stage, however. Over the intercom system, a voice started whispering frantically.

  “He’s not ready! What are you doing? Close the curtain!” the voice said. The curtain began to close as the audience started looking around the theater.

  A different voice took over the whispering. “Okay, okay. Open it. You can open it now.”

  “Make up your mind already!” the first voice scolded.

  “Oh, shut up and open the curtain before we both get tossed into the stage alley!” the second voice retorted.

  It was clear by then that the banter was meant to be the comedic opening for the show, and a hush of soft laughter made its way around the theater. The curtain opened once again, and the stage was no longer empty. There was a white-haired gentleman dressed in a black and white tuxedo, standing directly on center stage.

  Once the curtains were completely pulled back, he bowed deeply to the crowd. He began speaking, but nobody could hear what he was saying. He acted as though he finally realized a sound issue and started patting around his suit as though he was looking for something in one of his pockets. Then a look of relief came over his face as he held his hand up in the air and shook it once. A puff of smoke surrounded his hand, and when it cleared, he was holding a microphone. The audience started clapping while they laughed at his antics. He held the microphone to his mouth and waited for the theater to quiet down. Lottie turned her head toward me and smiled.

  “You brought me to a magic show?” It was a statement of surprise more than a question.

  “Of course! I figured the two of us might escape adulting for a little while!” I answered her humorously. Lottie started laughing quietly and shaking her head.

  “It amazes me how perceptive you can be without even trying! It's been a long week, and this is perfect!” she complimented my choice. She turned her attention back to the stage as I silently admired the perfection that was her smile.

  By the end of the first act, I realized I spent more time looking at her reactions than I had to the show. She looked happy and relaxed, and I adored the fact that she enjoyed the same type of childish fun that I did on occasion. We had finished our dinners by the time the lights came up, and our waitress quickly cleared our table. The intermission was short, and the show started again just as we received our after-dinner drinks. The same white-haired man appeared on the stage and began speaking into his microphone.

  “As you all are aware,” he started, “I never entertain an audience without a certain level of audience participation!” Excited whispers spread through the theater. “It is very hard to choose somebody to help me with this next demonstration, however. Therefore, our fantastically talented lighting crew will be making the selection for me this evening.”

  His dramatic pause lasted just long enough for the crowd to get jazzed up. Everybody wondered if they would be the one to be chosen to go on stage.

  “Now!” he continued. “Whoever is in the spotlight will become the highlight of this show!”

  The loud thud of a spotlight being turned on echoed through the theater. An instant later, the light shone brightly on Lottie. The crowd erupted in applause as she began looking side-to-side in disbelief that she had been chosen. When she was satisfied that she would be the one going on stage, she started clapping like an excited little kid.

  “I've always wanted to be the one chosen for a secret magic trick! Did you set this up?” Lottie whispered to me as she slowly stood up out of her chair.

  “Absolutely not,” I answered her honestly. “You are going to be magnificent, though!” Just then, the magician's assistant showed up next to our table to escort her to the stage.

  “This way, miss,” the young man said, holding his hand out to gesture her down the aisle.

  Lottie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before heading towards the stage. I sat back in my chair and prepared myself for a bit of entertainment I had not planned on. The assistant led Lottie onto the stage and introduced her to the magician.

  “Let's hear a round of applause for Miss Eleanor Harris!” the magician boomed into the microphone. The crowd started hooting and hollering their encouragement. “Eleanor, are you ready to defy the laws of nature?” He thrust the microphone in her face for her answer.

  “I have been ready since the first card trick I saw as a child!” Lottie said confidently, turning towards the crowd.

  “Good! Then this should be a cinch for you!” the magician announced.

  “What will I be doing?” Lottie asked, getting straight to the point.

  “You will be enjoying a leisurely dangle from a burning rope. As long as I unbind myself from my own burning rope on time, you will have no fear of plummeting to your death!”

  Every person in the theater seemed to inhale loudly at the same time, including me. I had been expecting her to be sawed in half or made to disappear from a box. The thought of fire and falling did not settle as well with me. It did not seem to affect her in the least, however.

  “I hope you are good at what you do!” she jested with the magician. “The talent you've shown so far tonight indicates that I will be walking off this stage alive!” Lottie waved her arm out towards the crowd to induce applause for the magician.

  The theater roared with excitement. Never before had I seen a magic show participant so engaged with the process. I felt butterflies in my stomach, seeing her smile up there.

  “We shall not wait a moment longer! Carl! Lower the ropes!” the magician called out.

  Two large ropes descended from the ceiling. The assistant went about tying one of them around Lottie
’s ankles. He then moved on to the magician and wound the rope in a figure-eight, binding both the magician’s arms and legs. Next, Lottie and the magician laid down on the stage and were slowly pulled into the air, upside down. The ascent stopped when the two of them were hanging approximately thirty feet in the air.

  My stomach tightened when I noticed that there was no air pad underneath them, and no safety harness attached to either one. They had not closed the curtain to set up the trick, so I couldn't see how a secret safety device of any sort could have been put in place. I took a deep breath and told myself that there was no way any show could actually endanger an audience member's life. That internal pep talk didn't calm my nerves at all. A large stopwatch descended from the ceiling behind Lottie and the magician, indicating that there would only be sixty seconds for the magician to free himself and save Lottie from plummeting to the hard stage below.

  “Set the timer!” the magician called out dramatically. A large click echoed through the theater as the red hand on the timer moved into place, pointing towards the top of the clock. “Light the ropes!” Without seeing how it was done, both ropes started flaming. “Begin the timer!”

  The theater went silent as the timer began to move through the seconds indicated on the clock. Ten seconds passed as the magician twisted and buckled, trying to free himself. Twenty seconds passed, and it seemed he had made no progress. At thirty seconds, the crowd started to whisper anxiously. At forty seconds, my body turned cold with fear. Fifty seconds passed, and I saw no way for him to reach Lottie, even if he somehow escaped his own bindings. Fifty-five seconds ticked by. At fifty-nine seconds, the glass in my hand shattered under my grip. As the clock rang out at sixty seconds, I watched the fire burn through both their ropes.

  I stopped breathing as Lottie started to fall. The weight equal to that of a boulder slammed into my chest just as a massive plume of orange smoke shot out of the stage. The entire crowd, myself included, leapt out of our chairs. The food I had eaten began to travel up my esophagus to escape the tightening of my stomach. Just before it reached my throat, the smoke cleared. Both the magician and Lottie were standing, arm-in-arm, in the middle of the stage.