Working for Carlos. By Lady Grey 

I first met up with Carlos the Magician in a small touring variety show
where I was appearing as a dancer in the chorus. From a young child I 
had always wanted to be on the stage, but although I had tried both 
acting and singing, it was as a dancer that I had been able to make my 
mark. 

I had, I was told, the classic figure of a dancer with long shapely legs
and a firm curvaceous figure. My long natural blond hair made me stand 
out from the other dancers in the show. Although it was hard work and 
there was a lot of training and rehearsals, I still enjoyed it. I loved 
the exciting costumes I had to wear even though some of them were more 
than a little revealing. 

It had always excited me the way the men in the audience cheered and
applauded when we were on stage. This was the thing that excited me the 
most, the adoration of the audience. I always hoped that someday 
someone would see me and I would be offered a part in a big West End 
show. 

Because of my looks and figure, I had always had plenty of offers of
work, but most of it had been the seedier kind, exotic dancing or lap 
dancing, and because of my strict religious upbringing, I had up to now 
always turned that sort of work down. 

I came from a small village in Wales where my farther was a lay preacher
and he had not spoken to me for the last two years. He had called me a 
Jezebel when he had found out what I intended to do for a living. 
"Exposing yourself to those depraved souls," were his words. I never 
considered that I really exposed myself. The costumes I wore were maybe 
a little scanty, but everything that should be covered was covered. 
Even so, sometimes when I lay in bed at night, usually after a 
particularly good show, I often lay there and had fantasies about what 
it might feel like to be totally exposed in front of so many people. 
The idea had always excited me, and although I knew it was wrong, I 
sometimes could not keep my fingers from straying down to my pussy and 
finding it more than a little moist. 

During the ten week run of the show, we traveled around the small town
provincial theatres and I became very friendly with Carlos, and 
particularly his partner Rachel. We often shared the same hotel along 
with some of the other girls in the chorus, and I usually went with 
them and some of the other members of the group for meals after the 
show. It was one night while we were all out together during our final 
two weeks in Blackpool that Carlos asked me if I had any plans for work 
after the this show finished. "No, not anything definite at this 
stage," I replied. "My agent's offered me a couple of weeks in a show 
in Brighton, but it's a long way to go for two weeks." 

Carlos nodded. 

"Have you anything booked?" I inquired. 

He smiled. "Yes, I've a summer season, three months on the Costa del Sol." 

I smiled. "Very nice. Sun, sea and sangria. I could do with some of that." 

Carlos looked at me. "Well, you can if you want to think about it, and
I'm looking for a new assistant. Rachel has a problem about being out 
of the country. Her mother's quite ill." 

I looked across at Rachel who nodded. "Yes, he's right, and I don't want
to leave her on her own, not at this stage." 

Anyway, I jumped at the chance and it was quickly fixed up; three months
in the sun. We did not have to leave for Spain for a couple of weeks 
after the show finished in Blackpool. So Rachel said that I could go 
back to Bolton with them and she would help me with the act and sort 
out some new costumes for me. 

I took time to watch their act carefully every night for the next week
and worked hard on the two weeks training after the show had finished. 
By the time we said good bye to Rachel and set off to catch the plane, 
I felt confident that I could do the act very well. I found that Carlos 
was fun to work with and we got on well together, and he even suggested 
that I included some short dance routines into the act. 

The Spanish booking agent met us off the plane in Malaga. He helped load
Carlos's equipment into his van and drove us to our hotel. The Oriel 
was a large hotel complex in Fungerola about sixteen miles from the 
airport. Our rooms were not all that good, but they were clean and 
comfortable. 

After we had settled in, we met up with the agent and the hotel's
entertainment manager, a greasy looking guy called Alfonso. I took an 
instant dislike to him. The way he looked me up and down it almost felt 
as though his eyes were undressing me. 

He took us to the showroom where we would be working. It was quite big
and well set up. He told us that when full, it would hold over three 
hundred people. He allocated us a dressing room that was big enough to 
store Carlos's equipment which he needed for the show. Once we got all 
our stuff in the room, I helped Carlos unpacked his equipment and hang 
up our costumes. 

Alfonso told us we would be doing eight shows a week, every night apart
from Sunday, and two afternoon shows. These, he said, would be aimed at 
the children. Carlos nodded and smiled. He loved working in front of 
children. 

We had three days free for rehearsals before the hotel opened for the
summer and we were down in the showroom practicing our routines every 
day. Apart from a few minor slip ups, everything went okay. Monday came 
around at last and I must admit that I was beginning to feel a little 
nervous about our first show in front of a live audience.  The other 
thing that had slightly concerned me was that due to lack of space, we 
were sharing a dressing room. It wasn't that I was too bothered about 
undressing in front of people. In this business as a chorus girl it was 
something you got used to, changing costumes in a crowded dressing room 
full of girls, and it wasn't unusual for the stage manager or some 
other member of the crew to walk in and the girls would all scream, 
"Man present," and you would try to hide yourself as best you could. 
But here it was different. Here there were just the two of us, and 
although I had always found Carlos a perfect gentleman, it felt 
slightly embarrassing undressing with him in the room. I always made 
sure that I did not have to undress completely. Before I left my room, 
I always made sure that the panties or a thong I had on was one I could 
wear under my costume. Monday, the first night in front of an audience, 
went down very well and Carlos was pleased with me, but the one thing I 
did notice was here in the showroom it was a cabaret set up with a low 
stage and we were much closer to the audience than I was used to in the 
normal theatre. 

The first week went very well. We sometimes practiced new routines in
the mornings. Carlos liked to change part of the act several times over 
the week as we were usually playing to the same group of people, and he 
did not want them to get bored. Then we were free the rest of the time. 
On our free afternoons, I enjoyed spending time browsing around the 
shops or just lazing on the beach in front of the hotel. I soon 
discovered that Fungerola was a busy place and there was plenty to do. 

Now being part of a cabaret act rather than a stage performance you are
much closer to the audience and you tend to reacted more with them. You 
can also hear their comments. Some of the more personal ones almost 
made me blush. I knew my costumes were quite revealing, and with a 
figure like mine, I had come to expect some comments. 

Hearing comments about what men would like to do to you can be a little
disconcerting, especially when you have not had a sexual relationship 
for some time, and thinking back, it had been several months since I 
last had sex, and a girl has needs. I have to admit that I did 
masturbate from time to time. It wasn't something I was proud of, and I 
usually felt awful afterwards even though it did help to relieve the 
situation. The big problem was there is and always has been a shortage 
of straight guys in show business, and the ones that were straight were 
in big demand and I am afraid they knew it. I have to admit I do enjoy 
sex, but I liked there to be some feelings on both sides and I had 
never been interested in one night stands. 

We had been at the Oriel just over a week when Carlos came up to me as I
was returning from the beach. He suggested we sit on the terrace and 
have a drink as he needed to have a word with me. We settled down at a 
quiet table on the patio overlooking the pool. I was a little worried, 
wondering if it were something I had done wrong, but Carlos quickly 
assured me that it was nothing like that. 

He told me that Alfonso had been to see him about a special late show he
was organizing on a Friday evening to finish the week off with 
something special and wanted to know if Carlos was interested in taking 
part. It was when he explained the details of the show that I became a 
little apprehensive. Apparently it was one of Alfonso's ideas to run a 
special adult only late night show once a week. He explained that there 
would be some nudity in the show, and I began to wonder just what my 
part would be in this. He explained that this would not be part of the 
normal program of events so there would be a door charge for everyone 
who came to the show. The money taken at the door would be shared 
40%-60% with the hotel, the acts getting the 60% to share between them. 
So even if the room were only half full, the acts would be sharing at 
least £900. Even shared between the acts, it was a lot of money for 
just one show. 

Carlos saw by my expression that I was not too sure, but he assured me
that if I did not want to take part, it was not a problem; he could get 
someone else to take my place for these shows. I asked him to let me 
think about it. He smiled and nodded. That night the show went 
particularly well. The audience reaction was good. When I was doing the 
disappearance act that was the finale to our show, standing in the 
darkness of the box waiting to make my reappearance, I suddenly had 
this thought about how the audience might react if when I reappeared I 
were naked. Just thinking about it made me hot and caused one of those 
interesting twinges deep in my stomach. 

After the show, I spoke to Carlos and told him that I was willing to
give the special show a try depending on just what was to be expected 
from me. He smiled. "I was hoping you would agree to do it. I did not 
really want to train anyone else, and you are so good for my show." 
Carlos explained he would work on some new routines overnight and we 
could try them out on the following day. 

The following day at our rehearsal he had come up with a plan. He
explained that there were to be three other acts on the show with us: 
two exotic dancers and a comedian. We had all been allocated a twenty 
minute spot. 

As I had never done anything like this before, he had decided that we
should start in a small way. Instead of the glitzy showgirl costume I 
wore for the normal show, I would need to wear something more erotic 
for the late shows. There was a Pretty Polly shop in town and Carlos 
said I should go buy a selection of underwear: maybe a Basque or teddy, 
suspender belt, stockings, sexy bras and panties. These I could wear 
during the show. It was decided that for the act I should wear my sexy 
costumes, but for the finale he would like to do a version of the 
disappearing act we used in the main show as it always went down well. 

When he explained what he wanted me to do, I did not know quite what to
say. This was going to be my revelation. For a moment I couldn't 
believe it. Had I had a premonition the other night? What usually 
happened was that I was put into a large, tall, seemingly empty cabinet 
that was checked out by two more than willing members of the audience. 
After a roll on the drums and a few words from Carlos, a smoke flash 
went off, and when the cabinet was opened, I was gone. The cabinet was 
turned round to show I was not hiding anywhere. The doors were again 
closed, and after another smoke flash, the doors were opened and to the 
amazement of the audience, I had reappeared again dressed in a 
different outfit to the one I had worn when I entered the box. 

The whole illusion was created with cleverly placed panels and mirrors
within the cabinet, something that the audience could not see because 
of the clever designs on the outside of the cabinet. Actually, the 
cabinet was not square, allowing me just enough room to hide. It was a 
very tight squeeze but I could just manage it. After the doors were 
closed and during the build up, I had time to slip into my other 
costume that had also been concealed in the cabinet before it was 
brought on stage. 

For the late show, Carlos had come up with another idea. This time when
the cabinet was opened after my disappearance, I still wasn't there, 
but my sexy costume was laying on the floor. At this stage, my 
discarded costume would be taken out and checked by the volunteers. 
Then after thanking the volunteers for their help, Carlos would try the 
trick again, and this time, to the delight of the audience, I was 
there, and this time I was not going to be dressed in another costume. 
I was going to be completely naked. 

Carlos would then come and assist me from the box, and after taking a
bow, he would remove his cloak and wrap it around me and I would leave 
the stage. The whole idea seemed quite simple, but the thought of 
appearing totally naked in front of an audience worried me. Could I do 
it or had I bitten of more than I could chew this time? 

On Tuesday the night before the show I was in a hot sweat. I could not
sleep, and the more I thought about what I was about to do, the more I 
wanted to go and tell Carlos that I couldn't go through with it.  On 
Wednesday, I woke tired and irritable. Carlos asked if I were okay when 
totally unlike me, I bawled out the waitress for bringing the wrong 
meal at breakfast time. 

"If you are worried about tonight, there is still time to pull out." 

I looked at him. "No, honest, I will be okay. It's just that it's the first time I've ever done anything like this. Once I've done it, I'll be okay." 

During the evening show, I was so worried that I even managed to screw
up a couple of things, but not bad enough so as the audience noticed. 
We had about three hours before we were due on for the late show so I 
went back to my room and tried to rest. Carlos had sent in a bottle of 
my favorite wine and I managed to get down a couple of large glasses. 

Around midnight Carlos called and said it was time to get ready. I had
already showered and I checked my hair and make up before slipping into 
the undies I had selected for the late show. 

I had picked out a red teddy that thrust up my breasts. It was short and
came just below my waist. I had on a red matching thong (it concealed 
my pussy but left very little else to the imagination), long lacy 
topped stockings clipped to trailing suspenders, and five inch high 
heels, finishing off the outfit. I checked myself in the mirror. 
Tonight I really did look like a slut. If my dad could see me, he 
really would call me a Jezebel. I slipped on a loose coat over the 
outfit and made my way to the showroom. Mike, the doorman, smiled at me 
as I went in. "Big crowd in tonight," he commented. He was right, the 
place was heaving. 

I made my way back stage. The comedian was on stage and the audience was
enjoying his act. Carlos was in the dressing room already. He looked up 
and smiled as I came in. "Are you okay?" 

I smiled. "I will be when this is over," I said with a weak grin. 

"We're on in about twenty minutes. After the comedian, they are going to
give them fifteen minutes to get drinks in and then we're on." 

The minutes passed slowly and I could feel the butterflies building up
in my stomach. At last we heard the compere (for you Americans, that is 
the master of ceremonies) call the audience to order. "That's us," said 
Carlos. I got up and slipped out of the coat that I was still wearing. 
Carlos looked at me. "Wow!" he exclaimed as he saw my outfit for the 
first time. "You are going to knock them dead." I felt myself blushing 
and then he was pulling my hand, leading me out of the door. I got a 
few interesting glances as we stood in the wings waiting to go on and 
especially one from Alfonso whose eyes lit up at the sight of me in my 
skimpy outfit. Then we were on stage to a chorus of wolf whistles, and 
although I was still extremely nervous, my professional head kicked in. 
I smiled at the audience and went about the act trying not to think 
about what was to happen later. 

Actually, I was surprised to discover that it felt quite exciting being
dressed like I was. I had never worn anything so skimpy on stage before 
and I loved the audience reaction. It was great. At last the dreaded 
moment came and the cabinet was brought on stage. I stepped down and 
selected two guys from the front row to come up on stage to check out 
the cabinet. Then after doing the check, while Carlos held the doors 
open, they helped me to climb inside. With the doors shut and the guys 
checking out the cabinet, for me it was the moment of truth. I began to 
slip out of my skimpy outfit. I removed the teddy and then the 
suspender belt. The skimpy thong followed, and apart from my stockings 
which I had decided to keep on, I was naked. 

With my discarded undies clutched in my hand, I squeezed into the small
space at the side of the cabinet as I heard Carlos go through his act. 
Then the doors were opened and there was the usual gasp from the 
audience when I wasn't there. Through a small view point I saw Carlos 
check out the cabinet and then close the doors again. At this time I 
reached out and dropped the undies on the floor. I felt the cabinet 
being turned around and then there was a flash and smoke and the doors 
were again opened. To the audience's surprise I still wasn't there. I 
saw Carlos reach in and pick up my discarded undies. There were laughs 
from the audience as he passed them to the two volunteers to check. 
Then he thanked them and told then they could return to their seats. 
The audience applauded them. Then Carlos closed the doors again. There 
was a hum of expectancy as he built up for the climax. I slipped out 
from behind my panel and took up my position. I could feel my legs 
shaking and I squeezed my hands into tight balls as the moment arrived. 
The doors were pulled open and I was revealed to everyone completely 
naked. 

For a moment there was silence in the room as three hundred pairs of
eyes took in the sight of my naked body. Then the place broke into a 
thunderous applause. Carlos took a bow and came over and assisted me 
down from the cabinet. Just as we had rehearsed, we walked to the front 
of the stage. I stood there for a moment knowing that those members of 
the audience closest could see every intimate detail of my body. I 
smiled and bowed, then felt the relief as Carlos wrapped his cloak 
around me. There were a few boos and calls of "Shame" from the 
audience. Holding the cloak with one hand, I quickly made my way from 
the stage waving to the cheering audience as I went. 

It was not till I was safely back in the dressing room that it struck me
what I had just done. I had openly displayed my naked body to three 
hundred total strangers. I dropped onto a chair, and realised that I 
was shaking. It had been an unbelievable experience. I felt a sensation 
between my thighs, and when I moved my hand down, my inner thighs were 
slicked with wetness as juices leaked out from my pussy. I couldn't 
believe it, but I had actually orgasmed. 

Carlos gave me sometime to compose myself before he came in. He
congratulated me on my performance and said that everyone he had spoken 
to had loved it. I felt myself blushing slightly. Then he smiled at me. 
"I've got to tell you, you looked stunning in your outfit when we went 
on, but that was nothing compared to how you looked when I opened the 
cabinet, seeing you naked for the first time. You have the most amazing 
body." 

I felt myself blushing again. I got up from the chair and went and put
my arms around Carlos and held him tight. The cloak fell away from me, 
and I no longer cared. I kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thank you 
for giving me this chance," I said. "Showing myself like that is 
something I have fantasized about for a long time. Now at last I have 
had the chance to experience it. It was the most wonderful and exciting 
experience I have ever had."  I held him tight for a moment then I 
spoke again. "There's just one more thing I need to make the experience 
tonight complete. I want you to make love to me." 

I felt his body stiffen. He pushed me away, gently holding me at arm's
length. He looked at my nakedness. "Are you quite sure?" 

I nodded. "Quite sure," I said smiling. I backed away from him and eased
myself up onto the dressing table. I parted my legs giving him a clear 
view of my wet thighs and my pussy. He quickly turned and snapped the 
lock on the dressing room door and then he was back between my legs. 

As I leaned back on the dressing table he gently kissed me. His hands
began to caress my firm breasts, tugging on my already extended 
nipples. He struggled to loosen his pants, and I groaned as I at last 
felt his flesh on mine and his hard cock rubbing against my moist pussy 
lips as he eased himself inside me. I groaned and clung to him. It was 
months since I had felt the hardness of a cock inside me, and I gripped 
onto him tightly as he began to thrust into me. Sadly, we were both too 
horny to make it last, and after a few short strokes, he came gushing 
into me and I responded with another orgasm. 

Fortunately, he had staying power, and when he took me for a second
time, it was much more pleasurable.  Back in our rooms, or should I say 
back in his room, we continued to make love late into the night, and it 
was a bleary eyed pair that awakened in each others arms late the 
following morning. 

Later that day, Alfonso came to see us. He said the show had been a huge
success and he gave us our share of the take which came to almost £300. 
Not a bad little earner for an enjoyable night's work. 

After that night, Carlos and I became lovers as well as working
partners. We continued with the Friday night shows, and each week I 
wanted to push things a little bit further. We soon became the top of 
the bill attraction that packed the Oriel's showroom every week. After 
my first experience, I could not get enough of being naked in front of 
my adoring audiences. 

One routine the audience loved was the disappearing hankie. I came on
stage fully dressed and Carlos pretended to teach me how to make a 
hankie disappear by pressing it into his hand. When he opened his 
hands, the hankie had completely disappeared. When I did it, although I 
managed to make it disappear, Carlos would quickly locate it hidden in 
my clothes. Each time he found it he made me remove that article of 
clothing. Each time he found it the audience would cheer and applaud. 

Very soon I was down to my last item, my thong. I tried the trick again
and whoosh, it had disappeared. Carlos looked at the audience and shook 
his head. He walked over to me, hooked his finger in the waistband of 
my thong and pulled it open and withdrew the hankie. Again the audience 
cheered and clapped. He pointed to my thong. At first I would shake my 
head, but in the end, with encouragement from the audience, I would 
remove it. 

Now I was standing there totally naked and the audience loved it just as
much as I enjoyed the feeling of being completely naked before them. 

Again Carlos made me perform the trick and again the hankie disappeared.
This time to the amusement of the audience he looked all around me, and 
at last stood and scratched his head. I stood there for a moment, an 
innocent look on my face, then parting my legs, I bent down and 
reaching between them, I slowly drew the hankie out from my pussy. The 
audience cheered wildly as I stepped down off the stage and present the 
hankie damp with my juices to one lucky guy in the front row. I would 
then lean over and kiss him before returning to the stage. 

Carlos and I now made love most nights. With the extra cash we were
making, we had moved in to a better class hotel overlooking the beach. 
Friday night was the night I loved best. I was always hot from the show 
and sometimes we didn't even make it back to our hotel, as we often 
walked back along the beach. Usually I didn't even bother to dress 
before leaving, just slipped a coat around me. I loved slipping out of 
the coat on the usually deserted beach and walking in the sea. 
Occasionally I was observed by other moonlight walkers who I usually 
surprised with a cheeky wave. 

More often than not, we made love on the beach, in the moonlight. I
loved to feel Carlos thrusting into me as I lay in the cool sand. I now 
didn't care if we were seen. It only helped to make the occasion more 
erotic. 

I hope you liked my experience as a showgirl, even though it is a
fantasy. If you liked it, and have not done so, I would be pleased to 
have you add me to your favorite author list. Thank you.  Laura. 

PS. I must admit we stole the Hanky act from another wonderful performer
Ursula Martinez. Contact me and I'll tell you the site where you can 
see her perform it.