[The First Spell (Part 2)]

Jacques was waiting for her by her dressing room door, all smiles and holding two cups of coffee from the cafe around the corner.

“Two sugars. No milk,” he confirmed, gently shaking the cup in his right hand. Zatanna managed to smile at him despite her spitting headache, taking off her sunglasses and accepting his coffee.

That’s what I need, she thought, taking in the roasted aroma of those locally sourced beans as she went inside to get ready for rehearsals. She put her handbag down onto the makeup chair, taking a sip of coffee which she imagined only made her feel marginally better.

Jacques liked the more casual, dressed down look Zatanna had in her faded low riding jeans and loose white sleeveless top. She didn’t need to try very hard to look sexy. Her stage outfit just managed to accentuate certain assets she had in abundance. “Ahh... one of the lighting rigs is out for maintenance,” he told her as she started to remove her earrings. “Some of the smoke and heat from last night’s show got at the bulbs. Should be fixed by the afternoon but we can still run the lighting sequence without it.”

Zatanna nodded, listening. She was grateful he was doing his job, rather than being distracted by what happened during their last interaction. The magician on the other hand was having a bit more trouble focusing on anything. She shook her head, wincing at what a bad idea that was as the pain throbbed between her temples. “Is everything alright?” the stage manager asked her, noticing Zatanna’s discomfort.

“Hmm? Oh I’m fine. Just a little headache,” she assured him, taking another swig of coffee. Jacques knew better than to press her on this and simply nodded.

“Sure. Which entrance did you want to practice today?” he asked instead. “We can get the ceiling drop prepped pretty easily.”

This wasn’t really a question that was out of the ordinary, in fact this was pretty run of the mill stuff to go through for a morning rehearsal, but for some reason Zatanna was getting mildly irritated. Her headache didn’t help, but it was also the fact that Jacques seemed to not want to acknowledge what happened last night at all. He was just going about his day like things were normal. Meanwhile, his cock was all Zatanna could think about. Last night and this morning, after the barely any hours of sleep because the taste of his cum kept waking her up.

“So… this is it?” she wondered aloud, interrupting the stage manager in the middle of one of his updates on the saw box props or whatever. He raised a confused eyebrow.

“I’m sorry?”

“This. After last night you just… buy me a coffee. Here you are, thank you very much. That’s it?” she asked pointedly, crossing her arms. “You don’t even want to talk about it.”

Jacques was clearly taken aback by this sudden confrontation. He didn’t shrink, even though he noted the simmering outrage behind her eyes. Perhaps it was the more casual dress that made her seem more like a normal person now instead of the intimidating Zatanna, Mistress of Sorcery.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it,” he told her flatly. “You just… left right afterwards and… that was it. I didn’t realise you-”

“Is that what you want?” she asked, cutting in again. “Someone to just be with for a day then take off?”

“What? Non!” he replied quickly. He titled his head, now seeing a worry in Zatanna’s eyes as she looked away. “Is... that what you want?”

At this question the magician seemed to catch herself and she blinked up at him.

“No. I… Sorry I’m not sure why I just…” she started, then rubbed her face and took a long breath. She shook her head, chuckling to herself. “I just didn’t get enough sleep. And I have a headache. I’m sorry Jacques I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m not usually like this…”

The Frenchman remained cautious but nodded.

“That’s okay, Zatanna. We can cancel today’s rehearsals if you’re not feeling well.”

“Oh no no, I’m alright, really,” she said, then stopped when she noticed he was wearing a red bow tie today instead of one of his normal neckties. She walked up to him, reached out again and adjusted it because it was a little crooked. The sorceress smiled at the accessory, as it was the same as the one she wore in one of the posters hanging on the wall behind her, sequins and everything. He would have bought it from the gift shop. “What’s this then?” she asked, then looked up into his big brown eyes.

“I thought maybe you could sign it,” he smiled. “A souvenir in case… you know.”

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me feel better or not,” she said, raising one eyebrow and lowering the other.

“Definitely trying to make you feel better. I got you coffee remember?”

She looked over her shoulder at the steaming cup on her dressing table, then she turned back to him, still hanging off his neck.

“That was a start,” she mused, teasing the wings of his bowtie with her fingers. “I think... something else of yours will make me feel even better.”

Jacques hummed, uncertain as to precisely what she meant but starting to get a few ideas. Zatanna really only had one, however, and when she dropped to her knees the Frenchman was startled. He didn’t expect things to happen so fast again, but the clinking sound of his belt getting unbuckled tempered his shock real fast.

“Zatanna… are you sure?” he had to ask, as he wasn’t going to outright stop her because the thought didn’t occur.

“Very,” she said, licking her lips. “Let me make us both feel better.” And Jacques’s dick was taken out his pants again in Zatanna’s dressing room. He gasped at the new sensation of the mage’s bare hands. No silk gloves this time. It was hard to decide which was better, but he groaned in the same appreciative way as she stroked his quickly growing erection to full, throbbing hardness.

Zatanna thrilled at how ready his arousal was, and she was already feeling better. The rush of blood to her head, and to other parts of her body, seemed to flush away her migraine, at least temporarily. A distraction from it. Jacques had a nice long distraction and it looked oh so tasty.

She used her tongue, experiencing how he shuddered as she slid up his shaft. It tasted cleaner this morning, Jacques obviously freshly showered. A part of her may have liked last night better… when he was more raw. A bit dirty and sweaty from the day. A bit salty, a little grimy on her tongue. How a cock should taste. But she forgot all about when she put her lips up to his urethra and out oozed a spot of a clear and delicious treat. She moaned, tasting the oily splash of his precum break over her teeth then hit her tongue. She needed to lap for more and was rewarded for her effort, Jacques groaning from the sudden attention brought to his helmet.

“Ohh… Oui...” he groaned, putting a hand onto the side of Zatanna’s head as he rolled his back. Her eyes flicked up to him, his enjoyment exciting her, egging her on. He still had his cup of coffee in one hand, and when he glanced down at her then oh so casually took a sip, Zatanna nearly lost it. She had never gotten so wet so fast in her life. To have this man whom she barely knew outside of work be so nonchalant while she had his cock in her mouth gave her a dizzying high. In that moment she felt like nothing but a wet hole for his pleasure and she squeezed her thighs together. Now his cock like was air to her and she inhaled his meat, making him groan as his length was pulled forward. “Zatanna! Mon dieu! AHaa!” he cried, almost spilling his coffee. She was wild and sloppy, fucking him with her mouth, letting her drool pour out down her chin. It didn’t take long after that. Two minutes maybe and the amazing motion combined with her tongue and spit had him cumming before he could even warn her. And she didn’t mind one bit. That heated spray of jizz filled her mouth and she sunk down in her supplicant pose, melting at the taste. She stopped bobbing her head and sat lower instead, treating his cock like a thick meaty straw as she sucked and slurped his salty, creamy load greedily.

Jacques was quickly drained and flopped out of her lips, Zatanna humming to herself as she felt his warm goo slip down her throat. A little orgasmic shudder ran up her spine to her scalp. She smiled at him, headache completely gone.

“You’re… incredible,” he told her, heartfelt, though his sincerity was a little undercut by his slobber slick cock still hanging down in front of her.

“Bow for applause,” she smirked, taking a little bow then straightening. She shifted a little in her seated position, feeling the wet warmth soaking her underwear. “And then… onto Act 2?

Jacques’ smile lit up his face and a song started playing in the air. A bit of classic dance rock in fact, with that signature 80s synthesizer buzzing through the beat. Both of them looked up at the curious sound until Zatanna realised what it was. “Oh shit! I’ve got to get that!” she yelped, getting to her feet and rushing to her bag.

She pulled out the flashing phone, ringing with its emergency tone, calling out for hero. “Hello? Yes? Yes! What right now? Of course… yes! I’ll be right there!” She tapped furiously the screen it for a few moments before taking her bag and running to the door.

“Who was that?” Jacques managed to ask as she whizzed by.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry Jacques,” Zatanna said, catching herself by hanging onto the doorframe. “Justice League called. Superhero stuff, I have to cancel the rehearsal. I’m sorry!”

“No uh… that’s fine that’s…”

“I might be gone for a few days! Let Mikey know!” she called to him as she took off.

Jacques was left with his pants down, which he pulled up and zipped with much fuss. He didn't mind getting blown off like that, especially after getting blown.