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Sleight of Hand

... with the cards.” He expertly shuffled and fanned them out. She pretended to select cards and be surprised by their outcome. It was amazing how he could take a simple concept and pose it in so many different ways. Her eyes occasionally wandered up and down his attractive body but she did her best to remain focused on the task at hand. “You don’t seem to be too impressed,” Tristan said. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not doing a very good job,” she stammered. “I know, it’s difficult to pretend to be amazed when nothing is happening. Here, let’s do a real trick,” he said, shuffling and fanning out the cards before her, “Pick a card in your mind. Picture it. Focus on it. Now try to imagine where it could be in the deck.” “Okay, I have one,” she said. “Now, tell me what it is.” “Just… tell you?” “Yes.” “It’s the King of Hearts.” “Find it,” he instructed. “Just… pick a card?” she asked, not quite understanding. “Yes,” he urged her, “Find it.” She ran her finger across the fan, back and forth, occasionally checking his eyes. They looked so certain that she felt like he could see right through her. The way his gaze seemed to pierce right through her made her chest feel heavy with anticipation. “Here,” she said without really knowing why, “This one.” Tristan flipped it over with the delicate flick of a finger and revealed the card she had pictured, the King of Hearts. Her face went agape with shock as she tried to process what had just happened before her eyes. The percussive click of the ...

... camera’s shutter crackled away as Brandon worked to capture the genuine expression on her face. “How… how did you…” she tried to ask. “My dear, a magician NEVER reveals his secrets,” he said with a confident smile, “Now, let’s try something else.” Tristan whipped the scarf through the air before quickly balling it up and pretending to swallow it. What followed was a series of tricks where he made it disappear and reappear in a whole multitude of ways. The entire time Jenna worked to match his rhythm and movements for the camera but couldn’t manage to make any face beyond bewilderment at the illusions she was witnessing. It was only when he made it the scarf surface from beneath her skirt and felt his hand graze her thigh that she was reminded of how turned on this man made her feel. “And that, darling, is what we in the business like to call ‘sleight of hand,’” he said with a wink while he rose to his feet. “I think I’ve got enough,” called Brandon from behind the lens, “We can move on.” A mischievous grin stretched across Tristan’s face. “Good. Now on to the fun stuff,” he said. He walked over, picked up the handcuffs and blindfold, and presented them to Jenna. “Other parts of this act have an… escapist nature to them. We won’t do the tricks here right now since such shots would spoil it for the audience but what we will show are the restraints. Now, if I may…” Tristan began to handcuff her wrists in front of her while Brandon snapped away with his camera. Jenna could sense her ...