Eventually, Candice and Karl untangled themselves and rose from the floor. Karl left the room to allow his buddy some privacy to strip off his costume and don his street clothes.

"I better be getting home," he said to Karl in his regular voice as he headed toward the door.

Karl only grunted a response and he hit the button to raise to door to their building and allow him to pull his car out, nothing else was said.

As Tyler drove home he ignored the slight burning in his butt as his mind was awash with questions.

"What have I done?" he asked out loud.

"You know very well what you've done. You allowed your best friend to fuck you," the female voice in his head answered.

"I could have said no," he said out loud.

"Quit whining," the voice said. "You wanted it just as bad as he did."

One safely behind the closed doors of his apartment he carefully removed his wig and makeup and then stripped off his clothing and headed toward the bathroom where he stepped into the shower. The hot cascading water removed what was left of her makeup and Candice vanished and Tyler reappeared.

Wrapped in a towel he headed to the kitchen and poured himself a health shot of Jack Daniels in a rocks glass to which he added ice cubes and a splash of Coke. He took a seat and took a long sip.

"He didn't even say goodbye, hell he wouldn't even look at me," Tyler said aloud.

Tyler wondered if that was how those born females felt after giving their pussy to a boyfriend and he leaves without so much as a goodbye.

"He was probably processing all that happened, it's a lot to think about," his inner female stated.

Tyler quit questioning himself and went to bed, where he dreamed about Karl fucking him in the ass. He woke Sunday morning and proceeded to push himself through his workout regime. This was a necessity if he wished to keep his body firm. There was no call from Karl all day and Tyler began to feel depressed.

The new work week started and Tyler buried himself in his assignment, he didn't even respond when his attractive co-workers flirted with him, he was busy thinking about his friend and all that had happened. Tyler finally received a call from Karl on Thursday informing him of a gig on Saturday.

"There would be no need for rehearsal as it is a repeat of the first show of the season," he was told. Karl was curt on the phone and there was no warmth in his voice that was usually there when they spoke.

"So that's it?" he questioned himself. "I give him my butt cherry and now he won't speak to me."

"Relax," the voice told him.

Saturday afternoon was drawing to a close as Tyler took a seat at his makeup table to begin the long process of becoming Candice again. Once completed and he was satisfied with his appearance he went to the dresser to don his lingerie when the voice stopped him.

"Let's change things up," it said.

An hour later he arrived at the warehouse and Karl buzzed him in. As he helped Karl load the truck there was no conversation and Tyler was depressed. He headed to the back room, where he stripped off his street clothes and donned his costume. He then put on a pair of baggy sweat pants and hoodie to protect his pretty costume as he was informed that they would have to unload the truck themselves and he didn't want to risk getting it dirty or torn.

Tyler kept the sweats on until Karl took the stage. He then stripped them off until he received his cue to enter and assist Karl. When Candice entered from the wing Karl's eyes went wide for just a second as Candice had redone part of her costume. She had forgone the fishnets in favor of thigh-high nylons stockings.

Karl stole glances at her legs as she moved around the stage. The flash of her smooth thighs between her hemline and the tops of her nylons got him very excited and he had to concentrate on what he was doing and not on his assistant's legs.

The show was another success and afterward, as Karl chatted with those that had booked him, Candice donned her sweats and began to pack up the equipment. Karl soon appeared and assisted in loading the truck and they departed for home, once again, nothing was said.

The truck was backed into the building and unloaded and when they were finished Tyler headed to the backroom to remove his sweats and costume and don his street clothes. Once again, just as Candice started to remove her costume, she saw that Karl appeared in the room and approached her from behind.

"You changed your costume," he stated.

"Yes, did you like it?" Candice asked.

"I love it," Karl responded.

"It would have been nice to hear that," Candice responded with the tiniest hint of aggravation in her voice.

But Karl was silent.

"Nothing to say?" she asked, still with the hint of aggravation in her voice.

"I have plenty to say, I just don't know how to say it," Karl responded.

"Just say it," Candice responded in a calm voice and took a half step closer.

"How do I tell you how sexy you look and how you make me feel? How do I tell you that you were the best fuck of my life, even better than Wendy? How do I tell my best friend that I wanted him to stay so I could fuck him again?" Karl said in one non-stop sentence.

When he stopped talking Candice closed the gap between them and pressed her firm breasts against his chest. She wound her arms around Karl and placed her lips on his and what followed was a brief but passionate kiss.

"But I'm not your buddy, I'm your assistant Candice and I want you just as bad as you want me," she said softly.

"Now, let me take control," the inner voice said.

Candice released Karl and dropped to her knees, where she slowly unbuckled his belt and slid his tux trousers down his legs. When they reached his ankles she removed his glossy black loafers and then removed his trousers taking his socks with them and tossed them aside. Her hands went to his waist and she slowly drew down his boxer briefs causing his hard cock to jump from its prison.

Candice stood up again and helped him remove his jacket, shirt, and t-shirt. Candice ran her lace gloved hands across his chest and allowed her thumbs to gently flick his hard man-nipples and she heard a sharp intake of air from Karl as she did this.

Then it seemed to Candice that some unseen force took control of her actions and she commenced to plant soft kisses on his neck and extended nipples in between licking them. The pretty assistant continued to place kisses on her magician's body as she began to move slowly downward.

Between Candice's gentle licks and kisses plus the feeling of her tiny ruffled skirt pressed against his throbbing erection, Karl became harder than he had ever been.

Soon Candice was forced to kneel to kiss and lick her magician's body and that put her face in front of Karl's hard cock. It was either out of instinct or the control of his inner female that Candice began to stroke the length of Karl's hard cock with her lace-gloved hand.

Karl's body shuddered and his cock seemed to jump with every heartbeat at her touch. Eventually, Candice stood up and kissed Karl again, the kiss was longer and this time there was tongue. Candice became aware that her own cock was pushing against the silky material of her panties.

"Do you want me, baby," she crooned when the kiss ended.

"Very much," he replied.

"I'd like to hear it," Candice replied.

"Candice, I want to fuck you so bad," he said softly.

"Where do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Right here on the floor," he replied, staring into her large brown eyes. "So please get on your hands and knees."

Candice stepped away and reached under her short skirt and slid down her panties. She showed the black silk and lace panties to Karl before she gently dropped to the floor and positioned herself on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder.

She saw Karl grab the baby oil off the table and proceed to cover his shaft with the slippery substance. Her heat began to beat harder as she watched him cover his fingers with the oil and she shivered when he applied it to her butt.

"Is this what you want?" Candice asked in a sultry voice as she crossed her arms and rested her head on them. This movement caused her butt to move higher.

"Yes, that's what I want," he responded as he dropped on his knees behind her.

A second later Candice felt him place one hand on her waist and use the other to direct his hard shaft down her butt.

"Are you ready, baby? She heard him ask.

"Yes, I'm ready. Now fuck your me in the ass," she begged.

For Candice, it was even better than the first time. Karl talked to her as he penetrated her and began his gentle in and out movement. He told her how sexy she was and how he couldn't wait to fuck her again.

Once again Candice begged him to fuck her harder when she felt her orgasm approaching. As Karl emptied himself in Candice's tight ass she shot her load into the air. Karl dismounted her and gave her room to rest on her side, he quickly joined her and they spent the next hour cuddling and kissing.

When Karl's erection returned he asked Candice if he could fuck her again, she of course said yes.

"No," Karl said as Candice was taking her hands and knees position. "I want you on your back."

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to feel your silky nylon across my back as I fuck you," the magician responded.

Once on her back, Karl pushed her frilly skirt up as far as it would go. He then placed his hands under her knees and pushed her legs back toward her chest as he moved in and placed his knees against her thighs to hold her legs in their position. The bottle of baby oil was retrieved and a fresh coat was applied to his cock and Candice's ass.

For Candice, this was even better than she expected. She was able to watch Karl place his cock against her anus and could see the expression of lust in his eyes and he pushed into her. Karl also believed that this was better than the first time. He was able to watch the expressions change on her pretty face and stare into her liquid eyes.

"We need some sound," the inner voice said.

Candice began to moan. It wasn't the moan of a male trying to sound female, it was the moan of a female in the throes of ecstasy. Karl lowered his face to hers and kissed her on her parted red lips.

Between her moans, the feel of her nylons across his back, and the heat and tightness of her little pucker, Karl felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Candice, I'm going to cum," he managed to say.

"Fuck me harder," she answered between moans.

Karl picked up the pace and a heartbeat later Candice saw his teeth clench and heard a low grunt as he emptied himself into her ass. It was a second after Karl's orgasm that Candice's orgasm arrived and her cock let loose and her warm cum struck Karl's rock-hard abdomen.

Karl dismounted his pretty assistant and they lay there for some time kissing and talking. Finally, Candice said that she needed to get home, and Karl left the room to allow her to change. She found Karl waiting at her car door and he opened it as she approached.

"I will call me tomorrow," Karl said when the kiss ended.

"I'll look forward to it," Candice responded as she slid behind the wheel and backed out of the building.

Candice smiled all the way home. Her smile continued as she removed her makeup and then hit the shower and became Tyler again. After donning one of her pretty nighties she slid between the sheets and before she fell asleep he wondered what else was in store for Candice and the magician.