The Late Night Sexy Show

The commercials ended and a brief flash of a nude female silhouette was shown with a short burst of saxophone and some heavy breathing.

The scene changed to a couch on which sat a smartly dressed man in his early forties and a similarly attractively dressed woman in her early thirties.

"Welcome back to the Late Night Sexy Show," said the man, helpfully captioned as Martin Staithe. Beside him the women was Angelica Thrust, also captioned.

Angelica continue, "Later, we will be talking to Henrietta a mother-turned-pornstar about the conflicting demands of home and work; but first a report from our roving, frequently nude, reporter, Mary Plenty."

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The scene of the evidently pre-recorded report was a road in a suburb. Outside a house was a petite brunette woman in a white T-shirt, red jacket and blue slacks. The woman is Mary Plenty. As the camera approached Mary began her introduction.

"You know how we on the Late Night Sexy Show scour the country to bring you news of up and coming sexy businesses; well, tonight is a bit different. We are going to talk to a young man who has the equipment and the idea for a sexy business, but needs a partner to get it off the ground. So let's go see him."

Mary walked up the path to the house, microphone in hand. Unusually, there seemed a bit of reluctance in her stride; she seemed a bit nervous to meet this person. She hesitated as she pressed the door bell. The door opened and a handsome young man, in his mid twenties welcomed her. He invited her to see his studio.

The shot changed; showing Mary and the young man sitting on fold up chairs and few feet from a pine panelled wall. "This is Gabriel and he is a magician, but he has something missing from his act. So, starting at the beginning, Gabriel, please explain what you do, how you started and why you asked the Late Night Sexy Show for help."

"When I was ten I saw several magic specials on TV and wanted to be a magician. My parents encouraged me; I think they thought it would make me more friends at school. It was soon discovered I had a talent for it and I spent a lot of my teens earning extra money by doing shows at parties and being a busker magician at the Five Maples mall. Then I started doing stag and hen parties (a kind of novelty turn between the strippers and the comic). Due to the more charged atmosphere at these events, I developed a more sexy style, such as this." Gabriel leaned forward and placed his hand next to Mary's ear and produced a six inch silver vibrator, apparently from her ear. "You see that's a daft place to keep it; anyone could see it." He smiled and dropped it in a pocket of his dark grey jacket.

"I usually raise a laugh when I produce the bride-to-be's underwear and then she realises it is really missing." At this he pulled from another jacket pocket a bra and panty set in black satin just like the ones Mary was frequently seen in during her roving reports. Mary's face showed that she recognised the lingerie as hers. A fidget and a glimpse down her T-shirt later, it was evident that she not only knew the garments to be hers, but also they were the very items she had been wearing at the beginning of the interview.

"That's amazing," Mary enthused, "so, what is the next step?"

"The next step is to find myself an assistant, so that I can do bigger illusions and have more fun and earn more money. That's why I contacted you; I have advertised locally, but no interest. So I thought maybe the people at the Late Night Sexy Show might know of someone who would be willing to be my sexy and 'frequently nude' assistant."

Mary instantly recognised the phrase 'frequently nude' as referring to her and realised that what had worried her, since she had heard that she would be doing a report on a magician looking for an assistant, was going to happen; she was about to be asked to take part in some magic. Her mind went back to her early teens, when she had seen a magician on TV saw a woman in half and had suffered from nightmares for several months after. The nervousness showed on her face. Despite this, she asked the next obvious question, "What kind of thing would your assistant be doing?"

"Allow me to demonstrate!" he said rising from his chair and taking Mary's hand to help her rise from hers. He guided her to the side, before returning to the chairs and setting them so they faced each other. A narrow board, from the floor by the wall, was soon resting across the backs of the chairs. Mary's face dropped still further as she saw where these preparations were leading and there seemed no prospect of another assistant turning up to rescue her.

Gabriel saw that Mary was showing signs of terror so he came to face her. He spoke a few soft words to her and made some gestures in front of her face. She looked calmer and less likely to bolt, but the expression of trepidation had not totally gone.

Gabriel draped a red cloth over the board and then invited Mary to mount the board and then lie on it. Mary lay on the board, knowing that there was not enough of a report shot to bail out at this point. She felt an unaccountable calm, despite the continuing worry about what Gabriel had planned for her.

Gabriel positioned Mary's arms so that she held the microphone was held just below her chin and then brought up the cloth that dangled in front of the board and draped it across her body. He repeated this with the amount of cloth that hung behind the board. Mary was now wrapped with just her head and hands showing at one end and her feet in mid-height heels at the other. Gabriel made a couple of slow hand movements along the Mary's enfolded body, which seemed to have the effect of transforming the tension in her face into rigidity in her body. Mary felt calmer, but still had the feeling that she did not really want to go through with this, but sometimes you have to experience a bit of discomfort to get the story.

"Anyone can be the assistant so far, because nothing has really happened, but it takes someone with a bit of confidence to allow me to do this." He reached for the chair he had been sitting on and moved it from under Mary's shins. In a swift move he folded the chair and placed it against the wall. The camera zoomed in and showed the viewers that there was indeed no visible means of support holding up Mary's feet.

"Of course, some magicians go further, if they have found the right volunteer; they take out the board too." Suiting his actions to his words, he extracted the board from below Mary's back and stacked it with the first chair. At Gabriel's invitation the camera was taken on a tour of the recumbent Mary held up by only her shoulders resting on the back of the one remaining chair. Her face showed immense concentration as if she believed that a break in that concentration would cause her to fall.

"Then, it takes a proper assistant to stay in place when I do this," he said as he removed and folded the other chair. Mary did not waver an inch in any direction, but her face seemed to show a re-doubling of her concentration.

"But what I want in addition to a proper assistant, is one who is a bit of an exhibitionist and happy to be 'frequently nude' during our magic show." So saying, he lifted the top of the wrapping cloth and allowed it to fall from Mary's floating form. The back edge swing forward and dragged the remainder of the cloth with it; leaving Mary still stationary in the middle of the air unencumbered by cloth; any cloth. Mary floated stiffly wearing nothing, but her shoes and a worried expression.

The camera did the customary pan from Mary's face down her well-proportioned torso, her neatly trimmed pubic hair and slender legs to her feet and back.

When the camera was back on her face, she asked, "Am I really floating in mid-air, naked as a jay-bird?" The swing in the view of the camera indicated a nod, then the camera withdrew. A look of terror crossed her face, quickly, but incompletely, masked by professionalism. "So, you are looking an assistant who would be happy to float three feet off the ground, stark naked, in front of a live audience."

"Yes, Mary. But that's not all." He briefly left the shot and returned moments later with a table on wheels which he parked under the 'frequently nude' reporter. With a pass of his hands and a pushing downwards motion, he gently landed Mary on the table. Her body seemed to relax into the surface of the table as if glad to feel something supporting her.

"What else does this lady need besides confidence, a good figure, professionalism, an exhibitionist streak and I think a lot of courage and trust?" she asked as he took the microphone, placing it next to her head and repositioning her arms to her side, but a bit wide; for the first time revealing Mary's generous bust.

"She needs to not go to pieces when she goes to pieces." As he said this, he stooped and retrieved the frame of a box from a shelf under the upper half of the table. This he placed over Mary's upper torso and quickly clamped in place.

"What do you mean by that? And what are you doing?" There was an edge of panic in her voice.

"Just getting the illusion we are going to do next ready." He stooped again and grabbed the partner to the first box and rapidly had it in place and secured to the table. While Gabriel fitted neck and foot stocks and removed her shoes, the camera is taking in Mary's trapped body; dwelling on her newly exposed breasts and the small anchor tattoo on the inside of her left shin, through the clear plastic tops of the boxes.

As the cameraman stood back to take in the whole scene, Gabriel drew out a three foot long sword in the style of the katana, the sword of the samurai. Mary made a protest about not wanting to be sawn in half, but her fear and tension conspired to make the words unintelligible. Before she could coordinate her wants and the means of expressing them, Gabriel had slipped the blade between the two sections of the table and started to pull it towards himself. You imagine you hear the sound of sword passing through flesh.

"Please, don't!" sobbed Mary.

"Does it hurt, Mary?" asked Gabriel, continuing to drag the blade through the small gap between the boxes holding Mary to the table.

"Um, no, I don't feel any actual pain, but I'm scared."

"Then I'll try to get it over with as soon as possible, because I really know what I'm doing so there is absolutely no reason to be scared at all." The sword was half way through the gap between the boxes confining Mary. "You are certainly a woman with some backbone, continuing while being scared. Unfortunately, that backbone is getting in the way." He made a sawing motion with the sword and a grinding sound was heard. "Well, that's done," he said finishing the swords journey through the middle of the terrified reporter; still more scared by the continuing squishy sounds as the sword passed through her.

Gabriel sheathed the still bloodless sword and, with a rapidity that showed more than usual speed, but no actual sense of hurry, he lifted the metal dividers and inserted them into the guides at the adjacent ends of the frames holding Mary. Her eyes bulged a bit as she felt the solid metal plates pass through her lower waist, physically parting her upper and lower halves, but not preventing her from feeling the solidity of the table below her buttocks and calves and the softness of the cushioned pad on which her heels rested.

The young magician leaned over the table and undid a catch on the table and also undid its pair on his side. He placed his hand on the transparent plastic tops on the boxes and spread his arms. A gap of two or three feet opened up between the halves of the table, which Gabriel stepped into and raised his arms to indicate the two parts of Ms Plenty, clearly not connected to each other in any way, other than history.

The camera came forward and began another pan down the gorgeous brunette's body. First her concerned face, down past her neck trapped in the stock, up the slope of her upper chest to her breasts, which rose and fall as if she were exerting herself greatly, down to Mary's belly and waist with its belly button piercing. The camera's view then encountered the end of the upper box with the handle of the divider, he made a detour to the arms and followed down to the hands, which were groping to find where the rest of her had gone, but only finding the other side of the blade that truncated her torso. The pan continued across the two foot gap between Mary's waist and her hips and was soon taking in the reporter's crotch, still trimmed, her fit thighs and calves, and her still anchor tattooed shin. As the point of view reached her feet, Gabriel's finger ran briefly up the sole of Mary's left foot; which caused it to twitch in a way that eliminated the possibility of fake feet and drew a cry of "Hey!" from Mary's mouth about seven feet away.

As the camera withdrew, Gabriel went about the task of re-uniting and liberating his victim. The table parts were slid together, the dividers drawn from the reconnected boxes, the stocks withdrawn from their places restraining Mary's neck and ankles and finally the box frames that covered her were unlatched and removed. As the blades came out Mary's expression transformed from stoically born terror, to intense relaxation and the impression that the best thing ever had happened to her.

Gabriel offered his hand to help his guest sit up. She accepted. Gabriel came round the table and sat next to her.

Mary weighed her words before saying, "That was a unique experience and I shall do my best to keep it that way." She shivered, but not from cold, but the adrenalin. Moments later she resumed her professional 'frequently nude reporter' role and asked, "So, Gabriel could you summarise what you are looking for in an assistant?"

"What I am looking for is a woman with a good figure, professionalism and an exhibitionist streak. She also needs to have some charisma and want to be part of the magic. And finally she needs to creative, because we will need to develop our own unique style and some signature effects."

"Thank you, Gabriel. Good luck in finding your magically perfect partner and assistant and now back to the studio."

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The program returns to the studio where Martin and Angelica are seated on the sofa with the addition of another woman in a dress with a cowl neckline which looked in imminent danger of revealing much more of her ample chest.

Angelica started, "That was an interesting report from our 'frequently nude reporter', Mary Plenty. I always wondered what it was like to be a magician's assistant, but having seen that I'm having second thoughts."

Martin continued, "But if you think you have what it takes to be Gabriel the Magician's assistant. Get in touch with us at the usual addresses and we'll pass on your details to him and bring you news of his progress in a future program."

Angelica glanced at there fellow sofa occupant and began the introduction to their interview with Henrietta the pornstar and mother of two sets of twins.