Ever the gentleman, he pretends nothing happened

"Slipped? It felt like you were losing your balance up there for awhile. I did my best to make sure you didn't fall, though. I'm afraid my grips were a little... improper, and I apologize, but..."

He was apologizing? That made you feel so guilty you wanted to somehow make things up to him, but you couldn't for the life of your figure out how to make up for your whorish display...

"Did you open the lock?" he asks, bringing you back from your self-flagellation.

"What? Uh, what was that last number again?"

"Thirty-seven," he says like nothing had happened, making you nearly weepy-eyed with affection toward the old gent.

"Got it!" you exclaim, popping the lock off.

"Excellent! Now get in there!"

So saying he heaves you up. With his thumbs jamming up within you feel your body begin to simmer again, and quickly pull yourself into the van, cringing at the small but audible pop as his thumbs exit your rear-passage. You don't know how he can possibly overlook that so you find yourself blathering.

"It's so dark in her I can't see much. Oh, did you know there's trunks in here? I mean, of course you knew, they're yours. And a big cabinet. I don't think that'll fit through the door..."

"Everything I need will be on the left, covered in a tarp," Max says, and it's a relief to hear his voice so calm, almost like he hadn't noticed his fingers had been fully embedded in your asshole. Was it possible he hadn't? Would he be walking around with smelly thumbs all day? Was there some way you could maybe clean them without him noticing? God, when was the last time you had an enema?

"Uh, green tarp?" you call out, trying to focus.

"That's the one. Just pass the items out."

Relieved to be doing something you pick things up, holding them out through the door while trying to avoid eye-contact. The small pile is soon on the sidewalk, leaving one last case. You drag it backwards toward the door, grunting a little at its weight until you find your calves banging into either side of the door.

"Last one," you gasp, fumbling your legs out onto the rungs. Max immediately steps forward to help support you, making you freeze for a moment, waiting for that traitorous slut within to burst into orgasm at his mere touch. When nothing happens you pull the case to the door, using its weight to help keep you upright on the rungs until you reach the ground. "Where to?" you gasp, holding the case in your slender arms.

"Follow me," Max says, leading you down an alleyway you hadn't noticed before. He stops mid-way down at a door that's propped open. Ever the gentleman he holds it open, letting you enter ahead of him. His eyes fasten on your delectable rump, and as he follows he brings a thumb to his nose, inhaling deeply. "The hallway goes straight. When it opens into a room you can put the materials there. I need to go talk to someone."

Grunting acknowledgement you continue down the hall with your heavy load, feeling trickles of sweat on your body. God you could use a shower, you think as you finally manage to lower the case to the floor. Turning without looking you go back outside, retrieving the remaining items until everything is inside.

Then you look around, and realize that you're in a room surrounded by curtains. Peeking out beyond the largest curtain you see a small stage, and beyond that a number of tables currently occupied by a crowd of men. On one wall you see a banner proclaiming 'Our condolences, Jim'. At first you assume it's a funeral, and wonder what Max would be doing here, then you see the banner beneath it, which reads 'For your upcoming marriage'.

Max returns, startling you, and starts unpacking everything, moving most things off to the side behind some curtains, and a few other things to the center.

"Oh, you're a a magician!" you exclaim in realization.

"Shh, don't let them hear you," he motions to the curtain you'd been looking through. "My assistant was sick today, so I was prepared to do a solo act in front of them." He grimaces, but doesn't pause in arranging things. "Your job is to look pretty and distract them from me. You'll have a part in some of the acts, but only a small one since I'd planned on being without assistance. At any rate 'll be able to give you instructions on the spot, if necessary."

He stops, looks around, and moves to the center of the stage, motioning you to stand beside him before putting on a microphone and making a signal to someone you don't see.

From hidden speakers you hear, "And now, Jim, we've been told that you're a fan of magic, so without further ado we present to you 'The Magnificent Max'!"

Lukewarm applause greets the announcement, the most enthusiastic person being the future-groom Jim. the curtains part and a spot-light momentarily blinds you. With a fixed smile you strike a sexy pose.

"My congratulations to you, Jim," Max says, giving a few claps of his hands. "It is your upcoming nuptials which are magnificent, not I. I must confess, however, that my regular assistant was sick today, but I was fortunate enough to find this pretty young thing on the corner, selling her services."

Blushing at the way that sounded your eyes go a little wide but otherwise you manage to hide your embarrassment and alarm as Max continues the show.