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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.3 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Light BDSM)
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A Little Magic
By Rachael

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature
audiences.
Story Codes: M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Light BDSM

A Little Magic - Chapter Three



"You can't be serious!" Pauline stared at Robert with disbelieving
blue eyes.

It was bad enough that she was wrapped in a small hand towel, perched
on Robert's outstretched palm like Thumbellina. But this...

"Why not?" Robert asked, feeling rather happy with his idea. "They
look nice and you have to admit, you do have a large selection. What
would you like to try on first?"

"Try on?" Pauline wrapped the terry cloth towel tightly around her
still damp body. She'd just finished her bath, if you could call
riding a bar of soap in the sink a bath. "This isn't Milan, and I'm
not Fashion Barbie, you numbskull. I want real clothes!"

"These are real clothes." Robert said reasonably, but he might have
been a little too optimistic about that, he wasn't sure. "How about
this one?"

A wide shelf ran completely around his daughters' bedroom, just about
6 feet high, and on it were arranged 84 different Barbie Dolls. All of
them in perfect condition. It was quite the collection, not record
breaking by any means, but impressive enough and the best part, in
Robert's view, was that they clothes they wore looked to be just about
Pauline's size. If she'd only try some on.

Robert held his boss up in front of a doll wearing a very practical
looking sun dress of thin yellow cotton with light blue trim around
the short sleeves and skirt. It wasn't fancy like some of the others,
but it looked nice and comfortable. Robert told Pauline he thought she
was called Springtime Barbie and she even came with a matching sun
bonnet.

"Boring Barbie, more like." Pauline sniffed, which made Robert frown
slightly because he actually thought women looked pretty good in
dresses like that.

"Well, how about this..."

"Disco Barbie?" Pauline giggled and shook her head. "I don't wear tie-
dye, Bob. Where's Fetish Barbie? You got anything in leather?"

"Excuse me?" Robert blinked at the tiny woman in his hand.

"Forget it." Pauline grinned, starting to realize how easy it really
was to jerk Robert's chain. "That one, over there. The Vera Wang..."

"That's a wedding dress." Robert protested."

"So what?" Pauline shrugged, kicking at Robert's thumb so he'd move
her in the direction she wanted to go. "It looks original."

"I think it is." Robert said. "There's some Bob Mackie too."

"Really?" Pauline looked at Robert in surprise. "How do you know so
much about fashion? You have a little closet of your own?"

"What?"

"A little secret closet?" Pauline teased the man. "You know, just for
those nights when Brandy is out with the girls?"

"Brenda." Robert corrected her. "And no, I just like to know what I'm
buying."

"Sure, sure..." Pauline giggled, watching Robert's face turn a little
pink. "I bet you do. Show me some Mackie then, a business suit. I feel
naked like this."

As luck would have it, there was in fact a Bob Mackie designed
Executive Barbie, who came with her very own briefcase. The clothes
were a very odd size though and Pauline, who could wear a size 4 off
the rack, although she rarely did of course, tried to figure out what
was wrong. The skirt was charcoal gray, made of some nylon/cotton
material, and it had come mid-thigh on Barbie. But since Barbie was a
full 5 or 6 inches taller than Pauline, that dropped the hem to the
woman's knees. Not very flattering, but it fit okay around the hips.

The blouse was a cotton shirt, with only two buttons, and they just
for appearance, there was actually just. a bit of Velcro to keep the
blouse closed. It was long for Pauline, like the skirt, and much too
tight around her breasts, which were somewhat fuller than Barbie's.
"Flat chested, bitch." Pauline complained under her breath. Standing
in the skirt and blouse, Pauline wasn't getting nearly the effect she
wanted and putting on the blazer was ridiculous. The sleeves went past
her hands and she couldn't even close it over her boobs.

"Forget it." Pauline said in disgust, pulling the clothing off and
tossing them to the bed on which she was standing. "This was a lame
idea, Bob. I thought you were a better assistant than this."

"Maybe something simpler..." Robert said, feeling rather bad that his
idea wasn't working out.

But it wasn't his fault that Barbie had odd, inhuman measurements.
Pauline was a natural 36C-22-34 and while there were other women in
the world who would have called those measurements inhuman, they were
nothing like Barbie's. Pauline thought the doll was something like
34B-18-36 and about 8 feet tall, in proper proportion. If that's what
it could be called, but perhaps Pauline was just a little upset too.

"How about this?" Robert had reached for another doll and he set it
down on the bed.

"Robert, time for dinner..." Brenda called from downstairs and he
glanced over his shoulder.

"Malibu Barbie?" Pauline looked at the doll doubtfully. "Does it look
like I'm on vacation here? Where's Kidnapped Barbie? Does she come
with ropes? Maybe a gag?" Frustration was beginning to take it's toll
on the woman.

"Just try it, please?" Robert asked gently. "Dinner's on the table and
the girls are waiting." Robert always enjoyed the evening meal with
his family. Such things were important, he believed.

"Jesus, I'm glad I never had kids." Pauline sighed, but she was tired
of trying on clothes that didn't fit too. She'd tried about a dozen
outfits and none of them had worked. But they'd been rather
extravagant; some of them, like the Vera Wang wedding dress, and that
hadn't helped. And Pauline knew she had to wear something, even if it
were only this...

"How's this?" Pauline said a minute later, actually rather happy for a
change.

"It looks..." Robert swallowed hard, "...good."

"You think?" Pauline was wearing a very tight and very small bikini, a
black and white leopard print, with long tie strings. "I didn't think
Barbie would wear a thong to the beach. Did you buy this, Robert?"

"Uh, yes." Robert nodded and he was blushing now. "It hadn't looked
nearly so risqué on Barbie, but on Pauline...Robert frowned inwardly.
He'd seen his boss naked all day long and hadn't thought a thing of
it. Nudity was just God's clothes, it was nothing to be surprised at
or ashamed of, really. At east not under these circumstances. But now
Pauline was wearing something. Something...sexy, he thought, and it
changed the way he saw her suddenly. It was better than nudity, the
woman dressed like that, it was...well, sexy.

"Okay then." Pauline tried on the sunglasses, but they were too big
and didn't really work very well anyway. "Let's go eat! I'm starving."

She wasn't oblivious to Robert's discomfort by any means. She saw his
face, she knew what he was thinking, or had a good idea anyway, and
she also knew that this was an awful lot like fishing. Robert was just
a big fish and he was ready to take the bait, Pauline just needed to
pretend like there wasn't anything going on. No strings attached, that
sexy worm was just sitting there all by itself, she thought, go on,
Robert...Take a big bite!

"Robert, dinner's getting cold!" Brenda called as if on cue.

"Coming dear." Robert replied, turning his head away from Pauline, but
the tiny woman still covered her ears.

"I'll have to bring you something..." Robert was saying. "I'm sorry to
do this, but..." He was reaching under his daughter's bed for one of
the shoeboxes he knew was there.

"What?" Pauline was shocked as she realized what Robert intended to
do. "You can't lock me in a shoebox! I'm hungry! I'm a guest too and I
want to sit at the table like a normal person!"

"But my daughters..." Robert frowned, knowing his boss had a point.
She was his guest, in a manner of speaking. He'd brought her into his
home and Robert had been brought up to treat a houseguest like
royalty. Not that he was going to give Pauline free reign or anything,
but he did have certain obligations and locking a hungry woman away in
a shoebox while e ate his dinner seemed...cruel.

"You think you can keep me a secret from your kids forever, Bob?"
Pauline laughed. "You're gonna have to bite the bullet on this one.
Take me downstairs, give me some dinner, and introduce me." Pauline
shook her head at Robert's reluctance as he considered his choices.
"They're kids, right? They believe in Santa Claus and the Easter
Bunny?"

"Yes, of course." Robert nodded. "They're still small and..."

"Well, they'll believe in me too. Just tell them I'm the Tooth Fairy."
Pauline giggled. "They'll eat it up, believe me."

The truth was that Pauline had no idea what a child would believe or
not believe, it was just pure luck that she was right in this case.
She herself had never believed any of it, or so she liked to tell
herself. She didn't care to remember much at all of childhood, and so
far as she was concerned, Pauline hadn't been truly born until she'd
gotten to college. Everything before that was just a bad dream, which
probably explained quite a lot about her personality.

 "Sorry, honey." Robert gave his wife a weak smile, but he could see
she wasn't very happy having to wait fifteen minutes for Robert.
Especially since he'd been upstairs playing with that little minx he
called a boss.

"Dinner's ready, let's sit down. Girls..." She called her kids, who
were in the living room coloring patiently with crayons. "What is she
doing?" Brenda watched as Robert put Pauline down on the dining room
table. "And why is she dressed like...that?"

"It's a swimsuit." Robert cleared his throat and hoped his face wasn't
as red as it felt. "Nothing else would fit so..." His voice trailed
off.

"It's..." Brenda blinked. "I don't know what it is, but it isn't a
swimsuit! Robert, the girls..."

"It's okay." Robert assured his wife. "They have to find out
sometime."

"Can I get a plate, do you think? Maybe a fork...a knife...Something
sharp?" Pauline asked, smiling at the way Brenda was staring at her.
The woman never should have had kids, Pauline thought to herself, but
even so the poor housewife had never looked this good. Not in her
wildest dreams, and the best part for Pauline was that they both knew
it.

"I'll get you a baby spoon." Brenda said, turning away.

She didn't like that woman, not at all, and she didn't like the way
Robert was acting either. The woman was a manipulative bitch, anyone
could see that, the way she pranced around the on the table, showing
off her body that way. Brenda doubted those breasts were real anyway,
they couldn't be. Nobody had breasts that large and that...pert! Pert
and large were two words that didn't go together at all. And her hips
and oh...Brenda bit her bottom lip. Who the hell has a waist that
small? Who'd want one anyway? She probably starves herself, Brenda
thought, hoping it was true. Hoping Pauline had to suffer great
agonies every day to look that good. It wasn't fair.

Pauline had watched Brenda, reading her body language, and she knew
she had to be careful. Under normal circumstances Pauline would have
ignored Brenda completely, since she was nothing more than some dowdy
boring housewife who'd been pretty once, in high school maybe, but had
let herself go. Just like her husband, Pauline thought to herself, no
ambition. Imagine that, a whole house full of apathetic content. It
made the woman shudder. Her own parents had never been that way, thank
goodness.

The children were naturally impressed with Pauline and for lack of
anything better, Robert had explained that this was Tinkerbell from
the Peter Pan stories that his girls loved so much. Of course she'd
lost her wings, the same way Peter had lost his shadow, and they both
remembered that, didn't they? Her wings had just flown away one day,
all by themselves, and now Tinkerbell had come to look for them. Mommy
and Daddy were helping her and it was a secret, so they couldn't tell
anyone. Captain Hook might find out and without her wings, Tinkerbell
would be helpless!

Pauline found the whole story, which Robert had taken great pleasure
in elaborating to his lovely daughters, quite disgusting. It was sweet
and dripping with fun and the girls alternated between awed silence
and elated giggles. Pauline was particularly offended at the girls',
and of course Robert and Brenda's insistence on calling her
'Tinkerbell' or just 'Tink' for short. She was tempted to tell them
the real story. How their father was really an evil witch, who had
cast a frightful spell over Pauline, so that he could steal her
position at work and perhaps even more...So he could have his way with
her, abusing Pauline and eventually putting her between a couple
slices of rye bread and eating her up with a little Dijon mustard.

But even Pauline wasn't that cold hearted...Maybe.

"Lie to your kids a lot, Robert?" Pauline teased the man Cruelly as he
carried her back upstairs.

"No." Robert said and then a moment later, much to Pauline's surprise,
he thanked her. "Thank you for...well, for being good."

"What? You thought I was going to say something to your kids?" Pauline
laughed, acting as if the thought had never crossed her mind. "I
wouldn't do that, Robert. You're the bad guy here, not me. Remember?"

"I'm not." Robert protested. "I'm doing this to help you...Hey, stop
that!"

"Stop what?" Pauline had settled down on Robert's middle finger,
straddling the base of it with her creamy thighs, and puling the digit
up so she could hug it to her breasts, riding the man's hand like a
pony, or something.

"Stop doing that." Robert paused in the hallway at the top of the
stairs. "Just sit on my palm, like before."

"I don't like that." Pauline giggled, wriggling her hips and feeling
the softness of Robert's warm skin under her butt. "This feels a lot
better! Giddy-up!"

"It tickles." Robert said and he was blushing again, which was
something he'd rarely done until tonight. "I don't want to drop you."

"It doesn't tickle." Pauline looked over her shoulder at him, noting
the color in Robert's cheeks. "I bet it feels good for you too,
doesn't it?" She tossed her long blonde hair, which was rather wild
and alluring in a primal way, especially when combined with the tiny
bikini she wore.

Robert swallowed nervously and decided not to argue the point; he'd
get her into the bedroom and find a place for her to sleep. He didn't
want to think of how she looked riding his finger the way she did. It
was almost obscene and he was too embarrassed to consciously admit
that he found the woman arousing. He'd never been attracted to her
before, although Robert could understand the attraction she engendered
in other men around the office. But now, like this...He was ashamed to
realize he had an erection. An erection caused by someone other than
his wife and he felt the bad taste of guilt rising in the back of his
throat.

"Mmmm..." This is nice, Pauline thought to herself as she rode
Robert's finger.

Contrary to popular belief, Pauline did have a strong sex drive, she
just chose very carefully how and when to demonstrate it...And with
whom, of course. The men around the office would never know of course,
at least not the ones who worked for her. On occasion she'd found it
useful to be more than casual with some of the upper management, but
the fact was that the men in those positions respected Pauline's
business abilities far more than just her sexual prowess. They all had
mistresses anyway and doubtless some of them could have given even
Pauline lessons in seduction. No. Pauline's affections, such as they
were, most often involved Rico, her personal trainer at the health
club, and George, a particularly handsome young man who worked in a
delicatessen of all places. Neither one was much more than a good hard
sport fuck after work, but that suited Pauline just fine...And right
about then a part of Pauline was missing her evening romps in the
bedroom.

Being six inches tall did have certain advantages, Pauline smiled to
herself. She was getting wet and rocking her hips harder as she began
to kiss Robert's finger like a lover. It certainly gave new meaning to
getting fingered, didn't it? And the way Robert moved, his hand rising
and falling slowly when he walked, the way his finger twitched, just a
little...He was enjoying it too. Doubtless he could feel her sex now,
the soft humid patch of curling blonde pubes, her tiny labia spread
around the thong which was riding higher and tighter...Oh yes, Pauline
sighed, he could feel it just fine. The poor sheep just didn't know
what to do about it and that thought, the idea that she was in control
once more, at least for the time being, was enough to bring her the
climax she was yearning for.

"Ohhh...oh god..." Pauline was squeaking as she came, quite literally,
and Robert was horrified.

He stared at the woman, his hand trembling uncontrollably, which only
made it worse - better for Pauline that is - while the woman ground
her sex against his finger. She'd locked her legs around his digit,
hugging his finger as it curled upward. She was even kissing him,
dragging her tiny pink tongue along his flesh so that he ad to stand
tip-toe, squeezing his buttocks tightly for fear of cumming himself.
And Robert was doing nothing more than standing there, an innocent
bystander, but this woman...his boss...She was making him think
things, she drove his heart to beat in his chest. She cut off his air,
making his lungs labor painfully. And she'd done without effort, in
the time it had taken to walk slowly from his family in the dining
room, to the hallway upstairs...

Robert felt dizzy and weak and any words escaped him. This wasn't
expected, not part of his plan at all. He never had sex with another
woman, no one but his sweet Brenda. Was this sex? part of him
wondered. Was she making love to him? He could feel her body like a
flame; she was burning up, writhing and moaning in her soft high
pitched voice. Her legs clamped around his finger like a vise, ankles
locked while her hands moved up and down across his knuckle. She'd
cum, Pauline had cum at least once and as Robert moved his other hand,
as if to move her, to protect her from falling perhaps, he found
himself stroking her instead. He ran a soft finger along her smooth
back, watching as Pauline's supple form stretched. She was arching her
back like a kitten, giving herself to his caress.

Robert groaned and his body jerked. He felt dizzy and his vision
narrowed into a dark tunnel for a moment as his boxers were suddenly
stained with his unexpected and desperately unwanted orgasm.

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End of Chapter Three

rache696@yahoo.com
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Author's Note: I guess I got to the sex part...a good spot for a cliff-
hanger, right? Chapter four will follow soon enough. -rr 23 april

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