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Charity Benshaw's Enchanted Paddle Emporium
Charity Benshaw stared hopelessly at the line of applicants for the job fair, each one more dreadful than the last. What she'd expected to find when her compatriot from the shopping center mentioned she was going was a fleet of semiprofessional candidates. Or perhaps some students looking for a part time job. Finding an apprentice for her shop should have been an easy task. At least in her mind. But the reality was turning out to be far more difficult than she otherwise would have anticipated.
"Goddess bless, this is like speed dating. Only worse." Her friend Matilda slumped in her chair.
"I'm sorry I asked you to come. I just figured since we were both hiring, it made sense to be each other's backup."
Matilda glanced at the nondescript rubber paddle resting on the table in front of Charity.
"So do you sell those to game stores? I'm sorry I haven’t been by since I moved in."
Charity's lips twitched. "Something like that." Her glasses had found their way down her nose and she pushed them back into place.
"I bet they're great for ping pong. I was an ace at that in college." Matilda stretched and stood up.
"How much longer are you going to stay? I'm thinking of packing it in."
"A little longer. I have someone covering the store until I get back.
"No problem." The perky blond slung her purse on her shoulder. Her blue striped business suit accentuated every curve, the heels giving her legs a long and shapely appearance. "I'm only sorry nothing much came out of it."
"You and me both," Charity snorted. She observed Matilda walk away and sighed. The sea of applicants was drying up but then again so was her time. This was pointless and she needed to get back to the shop. She had an order of paddles waiting to go out and the darned things didn't spell themselves.
"Excuse me? Are you hiring?"
Mercy Franklin smiled at the woman in the stylish business suit. The plum color was most unusual, as were the lovely strappy shoes she wore. One didn't see heels with quite that height normally and it made her pause. How did she walk and not topple over? It boggled Mercy's mind. Surely someone who wore shoes like that wouldn't be a bad boss to work for. At least she hoped not. Mercy had heard things about The Enchanted Paddle Emporium and she had a hunch it would be just the job for her. A few more steps and she would be able to meet the witch who would hopefully be the answer to her prayers.
She clutched the ad in Witch's Weekly and marched up to the table, smoothing out her expression as she went.
You are calm.
You are competent.
There is no spell you can't do.
Breathe. Just breathe.
The woman's brown hair was arranged into an attractive up-do and she wore blocky purple glasses that kept sliding down her nose. The rhinestone sparkles on the sides of the frames made Mercy smile. She was busy packing away the items on her table, reaching up every few moments to slide the errant glasses back onto her face. Alarm pulsed through Mercy. Was she too late then? Had the job fair ended?
Mercy checked her wristwatch. The event was over in two hours but the woman was closing down early. Not good. What if she had already found someone? Mercy rushed forward and cleared her throat, tamping down the anxiety that warred within her. She needed this job. It fit all of her requirements. The Enchanted Paddle Emporium. What could be better than that? Blue spell fire singed the edges of her fingers and she rubbed them against her own plain gray suit.
No out of control magic.
Just apply for the job…
"Excuse me. Are you hiring?"
The woman glanced at her askance. "I was. Yes."
"I'm sorry to bother you. Were you leaving?"
"Yes. Can I help you?" The woman barely glanced her way.
"Are you by chance Charity Benshaw?"
The woman's lips curved upward and her eyes finally lifted from what she was doing.
"Mercy Franklin." Mercy held out her hand and heaved a sigh of relief when Ms. Benshaw shook it and didn't get zapped. "I read in the paper you were looking for an assistant."
"Nice to meet you. Do you have a resume?"
"I do." Mercy handed the other woman a folder with her resume and references enclosed. She only hoped against hope that she didn't actually try to call any of them. The spell she cast on the paperwork would only hold, at best, until the next day and she really didn’t want to take a chance on her finding out everything all at once. All she needed was one chance. A foot in the door and this job would be the right one.
"Is this rubber?" Mercy reached down and picked up the implement from the table and gave it a swing. She was no stranger to paddles.
"It is." Charity smiled, her peculiar violet eyes observing Mercy's movements.
"What position are…ur…were you hiring for?"
Charity sighed and pushed the glasses back up onto her nose. "I was looking for someone to mind the shop and have a hand in making paddles."
Mercy nodded. "I could absolutely do that."
"Do you have experience?"
Mercy nodded once again. "Yes Ma'am. I certainly do." Nervous sparks burst from her fingertips and she rubbed them on her skirt.
The other woman met her eyes and considered her for a moment.
"What paper did you say you read about the job?"
"I see." Charity opened up the folder and scanned the contents, closing it immediately.
"Well then, Ms. Franklin. I do believe you're hired. Can you start tomorrow?"
Mercy grinned as Charity held out her hand.
"What time do you want me?"
"This is the Paddle Emporium." Charity led Mercy into the back room. A wall of shelves lined the room but unfortunately they were bare.
Mercy had shown up as instructed in khakis and a pullover shirt with workable shoes, her long brown hair neatly secured in a ponytail. She looked like a co-ed going to a part time job at a pizza shop.
"Where are they?"
"That my dear is why I hired you." Charity walked over to a large wooden work table with Mercy following close behind. Her own sneakered feet tread across the concrete floor and her jeans brushed together as she moved. Might as well be comfortable. It was going to be a long afternoon.
"What kind of spells have you done previously?"
Mercy fingered an example of a paddle on the table and smiled. "I've done replication spells before and a few activities based ones. You know, giving life to inanimate objects and that sort of thing."
"Good. That's what I'm looking for here as well. We need to take the base material-- wood or rubber and craft a paddle that will do what the customer asks."
Mercy nodded. "Okay."
"Why don't you give it a try? Make a wooden paddle like this one here." Charity pointed to a wooden paddle painted with flowers.
"It's one of our more popular models actually."
Mercy lowered her head and nibbled on her lip. "So do you need to watch me do it?"
Charity narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Um, I'm shy?" Mercy fiddled with the bottom of her shirt and stared at the floor.
"I know you're probably nervous. How about I watch from the window into the workshop? Would that help?"
Mercy nodded, relief sweeping across her features.
"Yes. Thank you."
Charity moved toward the door, but turned back. "Don't blow anything up, okay?"
"No. Absolutely not." The girl shook her head, her movements jerky and odd.
Oh boy. I've hired a nut.
"I'll be right outside."
Mercy sucked in a breath and held it as Charity walked out the door. If she wasn't watching there was a chance she might get it right without her usual side effects.
Her fingers tingled as she ran them over the wooden paddle, letting the energy of the object leave its signature. Mercy's stomach clenched and her palms began to sweat.
"Goddess grant me
Power to see
The witch I'm truly
Supposed to be.
Grant my boon
All quarters call
With evening's pall
Make this paddle
And only this.
Seek no mischief
But magical bliss."
The paddle rose into the air, a purple glamour surrounding it. Mercy sighed as the warmth seeped from the center of her body. Her lips parted in desire as her fingers tingled with blue fire.
The paddle duplicated. But it didn't stop there. A dozen more erupted from the air, clattering loudly onto the wooden table. Painted with lovely blue wisps of flowers and green the implements rested where they landed.
A burst of heat rolled through Mercy as her body was consumed by sexual desire. It was always this way. Magic kindled a fire deep inside of her that couldn't be assuaged. She'd tried everything. The best she could hope for was a job where she could perform her spells in private where others might savor the magic that drove her into an orgasm every time she used it.
Not exactly something a girl could put on a resume.
"Goddess!" Flames grew under her skin and her nipples tightened. Her channel slickened and she slapped her hands on the table as the wave of orgasm from the power exploding inside of her moved through her body.
As Mercy touched the table her mind conjured up the first thought in her head and it fell from the air, landing in the middle of the paddles.
Charity watched the scene through the window and didn't know whether to barge in or just lock the door. Mercy braced herself against the counter as the onslaught of magic worked its way through her system. She'd heard of magic involving sexual energy but this…this was something so far beyond anything she'd ever experienced. It was like something over taking her…a possession of sorts.
She heard the girl chant something and watched her lips part and the spark of something from the edges of her fingertips. Mercy moved like she was being stoked from within by a force that demanded nothing but her complete and utter sexual submission. Charity's panties were wet just watching her. It was erotic. It was breath taking.
Paddles began to fall from the air and just as she thought the event was over, something else followed. Several something elses. Long and wooden, she couldn’t make out what they were. Of course it couldn't be just one. The girl was gifted but severely uncontrolled.
Charity pushed open the workroom door and rushed to catch Mercy as she tumbled into her arms. Limp and unresponsive, Mercy's head lulled against her breast as Charity hefted her up and onto the work table. Her eyes strayed past the unconscious girl and narrowed in on the mysterious objects in the middle of the paddles. Long and slightly bent, they were smooth and looked strangely familiar.
Her mind honed in on what they were and she marveled at the girl in front of her.
Dildos. They were wooden freaking dildos made out of the same hard wood as the beautifully painted paddles.
Charity reached out her hand and took one of the finely wrought objects in her hand. They were lovely. She'd heard about wooden sex toys but hadn't placed much stock in them. I mean…splinters. How awkward would that have been to explain to a doctor? But this. This was…her fingers wrapped around the smooth elongated form and lovingly caressed the curvature of the piece. This wasn't something to hide in the bottom drawer of a nightstand. This was, quite simply, beautiful.
She'd only carried paddles thus far, but the possibilities were staring her right in the face. Did she do this every time she tried to cast a spell? Charity nibbled on her lip and watched as Mercy began to stir.
I hope you all enjoyed this foray into Charity's shop. Stay tuned for more delicious fun when the novella is complete in a few months. Don't forget to check out my newest releases out this week from Ylva!
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If you were a witch with magical abilities, what would you use the power for? Answer for a chance to win a copy of Written on Skin and the other wonderful prizes for Spank or Treat!
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair, Gingerbread Dreams, Holiday Cruise and Temptation Resorts interactive romances, Sci Spanks 2014 Anthology, Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Forbidden Fruit, Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, Cougars, Spank or Treat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Wicked Things, Unwrap these Presents (upcoming), Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Holidays in Hell, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World, Vaginas and Vulvas, Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Hungry for More, Gratis II, Gratis III, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection (upcoming), Red Moon Rising (upcoming), Red Boots (upcoming),Pomegranate (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Written on Skin: A Sigil Fire Short, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation. Erzabet was a finalist for the GCLS 2014 awards in two separate categories. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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