Zatanna Zatara

The girls quickly got cleaned up and presentable, before being ushered out of the car and into the awaiting theatre. Of course, Hermione and the others were still under the effects of the aphrodisiac burning through their systems. The girls were possessed of a primal, frenetic energy, twitchy and squirm, their skin flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, feverishly warm to the touch. They were constantly groping each other and themselves, rubbing and grinding against whatever surface they made errant contact with, even daring to kiss each other a handful of times. And, of course, their affections were mostly centered on Rob, which caused a few of the patrons to flash dirty and suspicious look at the man who had four young women crawling all over themselves to touch him. Rob paid them no mind.

They made their way past judging eyes to their table, a great semi-circle booth in the middle of the floor, directly in front of the stage. Rob took his seat in the middle of the booth, leaving the girls to scramble to be on his immediate left and right, pressing their bodies up against him and, in the case of the losers, each other. The contact was incredibly minor and not sexually in anyway, but it still caused the girls to cry out in a chorus of moans.

"Please, sir, please let me suck on your cock again..." Cho whined softly, hands on his crotch. "I promise I'll do a better job this time, I do, I do!"

"Later, sweetie. Just sit back and enjoy the show, first." Rob said gently, stroking Cho's lustrous black hair, enough to cause the needy girl to purr in contentment.

To Rob's right, Hermione blinked in confusion, clutching her head. "Hnng... this, this isn't right..." she muttered. Her head was pounding and her breath was shallow. She wasn't fully cognizant of the **** flowing through her system, or the enchantments addling her mind, but she knew something was wrong. "Sir... Rob... I think we need to leave... this isn't right..."

Rob just gave her a slight grin, clucking his tongue. "Oh, Hermione. Such a bright and intelligent young woman, but you're still ignorant to so many things."

"Wha...?"

"You no next to nothing about romance and sex, dear." Rob explained, helpful yet condescending in tone, negging the poor **** girl. "What you're experiencing is completely natural when a young lady falls falls in love and feels sexual attraction to another."

Hermione gulped. Could that be true? She certainly wasn't the most enlightened person when it came to relationships, but she never imagined her body would respond in a manner like this. And attracted to her teacher? She certainly respected him and found him an admirable man, but to find some sort of sexual or romantic attraction was just -

"And that's okay."

Hermione's thoughts derailed in a split second. Her eyes fluttered and she let out a blissful mewl. It was okay. It was okay that she loved her teacher. It was okay she found him sexy. It was okay that she was an eager, horny slut for teacher.

Rob sealed the deal with a long, sensual kiss, feeling Hermione melting into him. And, just to prove he wasn't playing favourites, he shared a kiss with the other three as well, warding off more dirty looks and muttering complaints.

Before long, the house lights turned down, as a spotlight shone directly on centre stage, and a person's voice rang over the PA.

"Ladies and gentlemen and others, thank you for waiting so patiently as we begin our show. Now, without further adieu, allow me to introduce to you tonight's entertainment: she is the Mistress of Magic, the Scion of Sorcery, the Princess of Prestidigitation, and the Lady of Logomancy. She's the one, the only, ZATANAAAAAAA!!"

In a puff of smoke appeared the illustrious illusionist, basking in the applause summoned by her appearance. Rob happily clapped along, as well, but in a halfhearted manner, as all of his focus and attention was absorbed by the beautiful magician. Zatanna positively shone under the spotlights, an angelic being radiating beautiful light from her mere presence. Her smile itself, warm and charming and inviting, slightly mysterious and deeply enticing, was like the lure of an anglerfish, drawing Rob deeper and deeper, almost hypnotic. Her body was simply divine perfection, perfectly sculpted and proportioned, all perfectly accentuated by her cute stage magician outfit. For a moment, Rob felt his heart skip several beats, just staring at her in a daze, as he totally forgot why he had come here tonight.

For her. It was for her.

While Rob deeply loved all of the girls he had made his slaves - the various women he found beautiful, sexy, cute, wonderful, and attractive - Zatanna Zatara was something special. In all of fiction - anime and manga and comics and film and books and games - she was one of his favourites. A woman he adored for a long, long time. Her beauty, her intellect, her personality, her powers, all of it. A woman to be placed upon a pedestal above all others. A long held fantasy, thought to be impossible, but now oh so tantalizingly close.

For a brief moment in time, Rob was transported back, twenty-odd years ago, back to being a fat, nerdy teenager reading comics on his bed, developing his fantasies, his fascinations, and his obsessions that brought him to this point.

Rob brought Hermione and Cho closer to him, their warm bodies soothing his nerves, as he settled back and watched Zatanna's show. She went through her act while wearing that brilliant smile, performing with the casual ease of a seasoned professional, mixing in stagecraft, illusion, and misdirection with legitimate magic to put new spins on classic tricks, making for a one-of-a-kind show.

Zatanna made a dove appears from beneath a handkerchief, but when she released it into the crowd, the dove suddenly multiplied, before it burst apart into a shower of white lily petals.

Zatanna produced two interconnected "unbreakable" steel rings. After a few attempts of breaking them apart, with a snap of her wrists, the two wrings became one long, continuous length of rope. She then played on an invisible flute - which produced actually music - as she charmed the rope, causing it to slither and writhe like a snake.

Zatanna disappeared in a puff of smoke, only to reappear sitting at a corner table. Then at the bar. Then a third time, walking out from the kitchen. The three identical magicians had a bit of fun mirroring each other's movements, before one snapped her fingers and the other two immediately transfigured into lifelike ice sculptures.

All in all, the show was wonderful. Even if he didn't have an ulterior motive, Rob would have been entirely satisfied seeing Zatanna in person and watching her work wonders through her show. But, he knew the best was yet to come, as he patiently waited for her to ask a question he knew was coming.

After Zatanna made some cocktails for guests by levitating the ingredients from the bar and literally smashing them together, Zatanna turned to face the audience. "Now, for my next trick, I'm going to need a volunteer from the audience." A spotlight began to sweep among the tables, men and women eagerly wishing to be picked by the beautiful spellcaster. Zatanna held a hand over her brow and feigned peering out over a great distance. "Who could it be, who will it be? The forces of magic are telling that that it's... you!"