You, My Blue-Haired Girl

"I hope he remembers about the girl he left chained to the cinder block," the girl with blue hair said, peering over the edge of the hot tub at the motionless sack at the bottom of the pool.

The Magician apparently heard her, despite how quietly she spoke. "Miss- yes, you, in the hot tub. With the blue hair."

She stood up and slicked back her dyed-blue hair. It was medium length, though the left side was shaved. Behind her temple was a tattoo of a rose, the stem trailing down behind her ear. "It's Skye," she called back to him.

The Magician continued, "Miss Skye, would you like to join me up here?"

She glanced back at me and Jess. I spotted several helical ring piercings down the rim of her right ear. "This will teach me to keep my mouth shut," she smirked, then turned back to the Magician. "Sure, what the hell!"

Sky climbed up the steps and out of the hot tub, letting the water drip down her body. She was wearing a tiny blue string bikini that barely covered her small breasts in the front, and showed off further tattoos on her shoulder blade and right hip. She looked somewhat out of place among the rest of the party-goers, but everyone was still watching as she walked over to the space the Magician had cleared on the patio.

Jessie, still sitting in my lap, nudged me and whispered in my ear, "Think I should get a suit like that? Drool once for yes, Rick."

I turned and kissed her, as someone slid into the crowded tub beside us. "Dear, your boobs would fall out... So, maybe yes?"

Jess laughed, and turned back to watch the show, where the Magician was chatting with his new volunteer.

"... so Miss Skye, you celebrated your birthday two days ago? Happy birthday, then! Did you have a magician perform for your birthday?"

"I'm twenty-one, not eleven, so, no," she replied sarcastically.

The Magician didn't skip a beat. "Well, then consider this your birthday performance. Trust me, Skye, it's not too late; you don't have to be a kid to enjoy magic- and I think I might yet show you something impressive."

Skye crossed her arms. "Okay, then. Impress me."

The Magician looked into her blue eyes. "Sleep." Immediately her eyelids shut, and her chin dropped. He used two fingers to lift her forehead back up, and gently push her backwards. His red-haired assistant, Robyn, stepped in behind and caught her by the shoulders to keep her from falling to the ground, but she still was leaning back at a 45 degree angle.

The Magician crossed her left foot over her right ankle, and gently, with a single hand below her right heel, lifted Skye's legs into the air until her body was horizontal. Slowly, Robyn slid her hands away. Skye continued floating, suspended under the pergola. Everyone applauded.

The Magician, however, wasn't finished. His hand still grasping her heel, he turned, and Skye floated out from under the wooden structure, over the people sitting near the edge of the pool. A woman squealed as water from Skye's wet hair dripped on her legs. The Magician released his grip, and people moved out of the way as he stepped beside the floating volunteer. Robyn tossed him a hula hoop, and he passed it over Skye's body twice. "Yes, I know, everyone expects the hoop," he smiled, tossing it back. "How about this instead?" He pushed gently on the sole of Skye's foot, and, slowly, she drifted out over the pool, floating four feet above the water. She slowed to a stop in the middle, beyond the reach of the Magician.

"Oops. Someone hand me the pole with the hook." The Magician walked to the side of the pool and took the offered pole, and reached out to hook it around Skye's calves and pull her back in. She started slowly rotating instead, the hook sliding off her legs. The Magician sighed as she spun in mid-air. "Anyone have a large beach towel?"

Someone tossed him a large, thin blanket. "That will work, too," he said as he grabbed it. He opened it up and flung it over the pool, covering Skye's body. He held on to the top, and with the hook, pulled the far end under her and over towards him. "Enough of this," he said, and reached out. As he grasped the bottom edge, the whole thing collapsed, and he quickly swung it upwards to avoid getting it wet. He shook it out, and showed both sides, empty. Skye was gone, vanished without a trace. Everyone applauded again, and the Magician took a bow, then looked down in the water. "Oh- I see Hitomi still hasn't managed to escape yet."

"Yes I have," Hitomi called out, sitting right beside me in the hot tub. I jumped, and Jessie slid off my lap and started laughing as Hitomi bounded out of the water and skipped to the makeshift stage, amidst further clapping.

The Magician grabbed the volunteer from earlier, Jacob, and said, "Get the sack out of the pool," as he pushed him into the water. Two more guys jumped in to help without being asked, and they hoisted the sack, cinder block and all, above the water, and walked it to the shallow end and up the steps. People cleared out of the way of the dripping sack as they placed it on the opposite side of the stage from Hitomi. Jacob pulled the keys from his pocket and handed them to the Magician, who began to unlock the chains holding the sack shut. Quickly, it was open and pulled off.

Inside, dripping wet, her legs chained and arms cuffed just like Hitomi's had been, was Skye, her suit slightly out of place from her rough treatment in the sack. "Awaken," the Magician said, snapping his fingers. Her eyes flicked open and she looked around.

"Woah... Kinky," she grinned. Everyone laughed, as the Magician unlocked the handcuffs on her arms. She rubbed her wrists as he unlocked the chains, which fell off her legs.

He helped her stand. "Well, what do you think, Skye? Oh! I'm terribly sorry!" He grabbed the sack and held it in front of Skye as people started murmuring. She looked down, discovering her right breast had been halfway out of her bikini top.

"It takes more than some light bondage to impress me, Mister Magician," Skye continued, and pushed the sack away. Smiling wickedly, she reached behind her back and untied the string from her top, then tossed it away. The murmurs turned to laughing, applauds, and cat calls. Her left nipple was pierced.

"All right then!" the Magician said, half shocked. "I guess we've hit the adult portion of the show, ladies and gentlemen."

Skye, grinning playfully, spun herself around one of the pergola supports, one knee high in the air. The Magician stepped in and caught her hand, and spun her around in a dance twirl, then brought her to a halt. "All right, Skye," he said, getting the situation back under control. "Since you're unimpressed, maybe you'd like to help me with my next illusion. I was going to have Hitomi assist me, but you seem to be more waterlogged at the moment."

Skye watched as Robyn and Laurel wheeled out a large frame. "Okay, Mister Magician. This looks interesting. I'll give it a try."

"Excellent!" the Magician said, and let her watch as he walked over to the new prop. The frame had two sides and a top, all about 6" wide and altogether about 6" thick. A large sheet of plate glass was mounted in the middle, probably 3' wide and 7' tall. At each corner of the frame was a large screw sticking out perpendicularly. Gears linked the four screws together, and a large crank was mounted to a larger gear on one side. Wheels were attached at the bottom.

The Magician turned the crank. "This is not actually a single piece of glass, but two sheets of ballistic glass, each an inch and a half thick, sandwiched together. As you can see, I've mounted them in two frames, and the screws can be turned to separate them." The Magician kept turning until the frames were a bit over a foot and a half apart, then rotated the entire thing in a circle to show it off. Only the thick screws separated the two frames, allowing for a clear view through the middle. There were two thin rods, mounted a foot and a half apart in the bottom of one sheet, which extended through two matching holes in the other sheet. "Now, Skye?"

"Yes, Mister Magician?"

"Skye, can you examine the frame and the glass for the audience, make sure it's all solid, and the glass extends clear to the sides of the frame?"

The girl walked around the frame, looking it up and down, and peered through the gap in the middle. "How do I tell if the glass is solid?"

"Well, you could step inside and feel it."

The blue-haired girl stepped sideways between the glass, careful to step over the screw in the bottom corner. She ran her fingers over the glass. "It's solid."

"Why don't you step up onto the two rods in the bottom, Skye, to show it's strong enough to hold your weight?"

She carefully reached one hand down, her palm against the glass in the back. Her left hand reached up beside her head, her palm pressed against the glass in front to stabilize herself as she stepped onto the rods. "Okay, now what? Want me to bounce?" She bounced a bit on her toes, her bare breasts jiggling up and down.

The Magician quickly stepped up and turned the crank. "No, that's fine, Skye. You're standing in for Hitomi, remember? All you need to do is stay there, and prepare to be impressed."

"I'm only impressed you got me in here," Skye quipped as the heavy ballistic glass touched her butt.

The Magician kept turning the crank, rotating the gears along the screws to pull the frames closer together. I watched her nipples, then breasts flatten against the glass; then her belly, the skin turning a slight shade paler as it was pushed against the clear surface. The tip of her nose squished gently, and Skye stuck out her tongue and made a funny face against the glass in the frame. Everyone laughed- at least on our side of the stage. The Magician smiled, and turned the frame 180 so the rest of the audience could see Skye hamming it up. Then he turned the crank some more.

Skye's butt was already flattened against the glass, and her shoulder blades soon followed. As the Magician kept turning, the area extended across her back and down the back of her thighs. Soon I realized her hands were touching the glass, both back and palm. She wiggled a finger. The Magician paused. "Skye, are you impressed yet? Because I actually meant just plain pressed." He rapidly turned the crank until he could turn it no further, then he slowly rotated the frame around. I could see through the edges of the glass mounted in the frame. Both sheets were completely pushed together, touching. Only when I looked at an angle could I see the girl with blue hair between them.

He turned Skye back to face us again. If I were to judge by the look of surprise on her face, I'd say she was impressed, in addition to being completely pressed as flat as a sheet of paper. The back of her throat was bright and visible through her open mouth. Her areola were large on her flattened chest, her breasts too small to have overlapped when they were squeezed flat. Even the piercing on her nipple looked pressed into foil. Some water dripped from the bottom from between the two sheets of glass- water that had still been on her skin when she stepped between the glass that crushed her.

"There we go, my volunteer has been pressed clean and dry. I hope she appreciates that, since she did misplace her towel. " The Magician turned the crank in the reverse direction, separating the two sheets of ballistic glass once again. Skye's body seemed to cling to the sheet in the back, while her legs clung to the sheet in front. He reached up between the two frames, and carefully peeled her off both sheets, then pulled her, still flattened, out from between the frames, and showed her, front and back, to the audience. She looked like she was cut out from a printed sheet of paper, but it was definitely Skye- I recognized the tattoos. Plus there was no way the Magician could have planned for her to go in there topless. As I watched, the string bikini bottom started sliding down- her hips weren't stiff enough to hold it up. He quickly flipped her upside down to keep the audience from seeing if the carpet matched the drapes, then gently folded her, legs first, in a loose pile on a nearby table.

"Hitomi, do you remember the last half of this trick?" the Magician asked his assistant, hopefully.

The Japanese woman shook her head. "Sorry, boss- we didn't even rehearse this first half."

"Oh well, I'm sure Skye doesn't have any other pressing engagements..." The audience groaned at the pun. "Thomas! Could you make sure Skye has a good view for the inside portion of the show?" Our host walked to the table and picked up the pile of girl on the top.

The Magician turned, "Ladies and gentlemen, you've been wonderful, but it's starting to get a little windy. We'll take a quick break to let everyone dry off, and we can all head inside for the second half of the show..."