The Sex and Magic Show: Introduction

Sitting in four rows of ten chairs about thirty people have looked round and have fallen to talking to the person next to them. Their look round showed them that they had been bussed to a large warehouse, most of which they cannot see because of the stage that is straight in front of them. The stage is a low platform between two sections of plain wooden wall, cutting off the remainder of the space. At the back of the stage hangs a crimson curtain and several smaller grey curtains forming the entrances to the wings.

At the appointed hour a man and a woman stroll onto the stage from opposite sides. A loud, "Her-hum" silences the audience. The man gives them a little time to take in the two people on stage before he launches into his opening address. He is dressed as the gentleman magician; black suit with shiny lapels, white shirt and black bow tie, shiny black shoes and a black top hat. She is wearing what at first glance looks to be an emerald green ball gown (tight bodiced, but flowing from the hip), the toes of matching shoes peeped out during her walk to meet the man centre stage; a second glance shows that the gown is made of latex and the glimpsed toes are also latex-clad.

"Welcome, my guests! We have gathered here to explore the little known area of magic and illusion where it comes close to, and sometimes crosses into, sexual activity. As stated on your tickets and again by the signing of the agreements you signed when you arrived this is a magic show where some, perhaps most of you, will be participating in the magic and the sex with us and each other. That means if either of us asks you to come up on stage to help with, participate in or be a victim of a magical or sexual act, you will come with an open mind and a demeanour ready to explore the limits of sex and magic. If that prospect does not fit with your expectations, I urge you leave now and you will be well looked after until the show is over, when you will be allowed to join the rest on your journeys home."

He pauses and listens to the muttering between the couples. He anticipates that two couples will take their leave, but in the end only one couple does.

Once the leaving couple have left, the audience settle and the woman speaks up. "This will be a show involving sex and magic and we intend that it be conducted in an atmosphere of wonder and mutual respect. To that end anyone being disrespectful of anyone in the room will be ejected and, so, have to wait for the show to finish before being transported home."

There is a brief pause then, to allow anyone who thinks that they cannot keep a civil tongue in their head to leave; no-one leaves.

The man continues the introduction. "Now that the ground rules are laid out, we shall get on with the show. I am called Prospero for the purposes of this performance. As you may have guessed, that is not my day-to-day name, but given some of the acts we may be performing I feel that some degree of anonymity is only sensible. Each of you who becomes a participant will be given a pseudonym if you have not already said you would like to be known by some particular name of your choosing. I am one of the magicians who will be conducting this exploration."

"And I am the other one," announces the woman in the latex ball gown. "Tonight I am to be known as Maleficent. With the introductions done we shall get on to the next order of business; selection of principal assistants."

A murmur swirls through the audience.

Prospero speaks to the audiences concerns. "Those selected to be the main assistants for this evening will inevitably miss some of the show, but by way of compensation, as well as experiencing some things that you are unlikely to experience elsewhere, they will receive invitations to a future show where they will not be expected to perform that office again. So with that in mind, any of the ladies willing take on the role of magician's assistant please rise!"

Twelve of the twenty women present stand up. "It is nice to have a good number to select from," comments Maleficent. "I recognise 'Desdemona' sitting on the front row. You were magnificent as Prospero's first assistant last time. Are you sure I can't tempt you into being my assistant this time?"

The seated woman, known as Desdemona, replies, "Well, not tonight, I think. It's not that I didn't have a good time (I had a great time), but I don't think I'm ready to be your assistant, Mistress Maleficent. But there is one bit of magic I was involved in that if it comes up again I would like to see from the other side."

"Thank you, Desdemona. We will see what we can do, but as each of these shows turns out different, we can make no guarantees. I am assuming the remaining ladies don't feel up to the rigors of the principal role." The rest of the seated women nod. "So, Prospero, who do you fancy for your first and second assistants?"

"I think I will take the blonde with the cream blouse and the knee length skirt and I am drawn to the brunette in the row behind and a couple of seats to the right; the one still with her overcoat on despite our best efforts to make sure that this place is warm enough. I am intrigued."

"Would Prospero's two assistants please come to the stage," calls Maleficent, "and I shall have the lady with the black hair and the black leather dress. Please come up to the stage."

Soon the chosen assistants are standing beside their choosing magicians. The blonde is looking nervous and the brunette seems excited beside Prospero. The woman in the leather dress is looking confident that she can handle anything Maleficent might do; Maleficent is trying to size her up, to make it a memorable night for her, while shaking that confidence just a little.

"The rest of the ladies may sit down and we get to pick a man each to join the assistant teams. So, men please rise. You may pick first this time, Maleficent."

The female magician surveys the dozen men on offer. "I'll have you," she said pointing at the man in the seat next to one that had been occupied by her assistant. He looks confused, as does Maleficent's assistant; they had heard a rumour that the magicians refrained from picking couples together. He points to himself in a gesture requesting confirmation and is answered with a swift, "Yes, you! Come up here!" He moves to obey.

"I'll take the guy on the second row, in the 'Avenue Patriots' T-shirt. He looks pretty fit; just right for moving stuff about and a few other things I have in mind for him. Please, come up and join my team of assistants!"

"Now that we have chosen assistants it is time to name them. Do any of you have any name you would like to be known as for the evening?"

All bar one, just shake their heads in silent response. The brunette in the overcoat says, "I'd like to adopt the name Margot, if that's ok." Her tone suggests that she is nervous that her request might be rejected.

"Then Margot you shall be." Magnanimity sounded in Prospero's tone. "And you are... Romeo," he says indicating the man and then he turns to the blonde. "And what shall we call you? I am tempted to go with Desdemona again, but we already have one, so to avoid confusion you are... Portia."

The newly-named Portia says, "Thank you, master!"

"I'll have none of that 'master' nonsense. I am Prospero or Sir. Understood?"

The three chorus, "Yes, Sir."

"Good," he says. "Now I shall prepare you, while Maleficent names her assistants." He pulls a short stick from his jacket pocket and points it at each assistant in turn, each face is briefly lit up with a complex pattern of multi-coloured light.

Maleficent stands in a pose of contemplation as she regards her newly appointed assistants. The woman stands in a stance that implies that she did not care what name she is allotted; the man seems a good deal less confident. "You, my man, will be named Lance. The woman we shall just call 'woman'." The entire audience notice that this was not 'Woman'-with-a-capital-letter, which might be considered a name, but just 'woman', a mere descriptor. Both assistants bow their heads. "I shall prepare these two backstage. The stage is yours, Prospero." So saying she strides into the wings trailed by Lance and woman.

"Margot and Romeo, you will go backstage, where you will be given costumes to change into. You will each disrobe entirely and then put on the costume provided. Romeo, your costume will be simple, so when you are ready you will help Margot with her costume. Margot, will be given a choice of costumes. You will dress in the one you choose accepting help from Romeo, which I think you will need. The other costume you will bring with you when you return to the stage. When you are both ready return to the wings and wait to be summoned."

He mimes inspiration. "Before you go, we are all intrigued by what it is you are concealing under that coat. And as I may need a coat later, I think you should remove it and give it to Desdemona for safe keeping."

Margot goes to the edge of the stage and beckons to Desdemona, who approaches to accept charge of the coat. The new-minted second assistant turns her back and shrugs the coat from her shoulders allowing it to fall into the former assistant's hands. She moves to the centre of the stage and turns a full rotation before taking Romeo's hand and walking off stage to find the costumes promised. Under the coat was a leotard patterned to mimic the look of a magician's jacket and bow tie.

"If I had known she was wearing that, I might have let her keep it," comments Prospero. "But, now I have the task of entertaining you while my assistants change into their costumes. So does anyone have any suggestions what I can possibly do? Bearing in mind I still have Portia here to assist me."

A loud voice calls out, "Have her strip and then come and sit on my dick!"

The magician replies, "Unless are willing to show us all that your penis is long enough and strong enough to be used as a seat, that is exactly the sort of disrespectful thing that will get you expel from this company if you do not apologised to Portia."

"Are you going to make me?" the loud-mouth responds.

"No, but if you do not, I shall eject you."

"Just you try! I paid to be here, you can't just throw me out."

"You signed to say you understood the rules and your behaviour has demonstrated you do not and you have not taken up my offer of performing a very minor penance for your actions, so I shall eject you."

"Yeah, right. You and who's army?" jeers the cat-caller.

"I am a magician, I need no army." Prospero makes a gesture in the direction of the disruptive influence and the man rises from his chair still in the seated position.

"Hey! What's happening?" shouts the man.

The magician, while making what the audience perceive as guiding gestures, says, "I am ejecting you." A door, other than the one through which the audience entered, opens in the back wall revealing a dark space and the man floats through despite seemingly vigorous attempts to regain control of his motion and prevent his undignified flight through the open door. The door closes and the magician draws a breath. "I apologise for that interruption. Madam," he continues, addressing the woman that had been sat next to the ejectee, "Do you wish to leave, now that he has gone?"

"No, thank you. If he can act like that in public, I never want to be with him in private."

"Do you mind if I name you Ophelia?"

"Not at all. May I suggest something to do while your other assistants are changing?"

"Of course, Ophelia."

"I was thinking that a bit of magical striptease might be in order, this is a magic and sex show, right? And it behoves you to show that the young Portia has not got any hidden compartments or trapdoors. And if I followed the earlier conversation right, you are planning to have her change into another costume, so her being nude when it arrives will save some of the time that this oaf just wasted." She makes a dismissive gesture at the empty chair beside her.

Prospero turns to Portia, "Is that ok with you?"

"We are exploring here, right?" Portia asks. Prospero nods. "Then I am fine with exploring the possibilities of strip tease by magic, although I've never done a strip for an audience of more than one."

"I think it is time to borrow back Margot's coat." He goes to the front of the stage to receive the coat from Desdemona. "Thank you, Desdemona."

The magician rearranges the coat from the neatly-folded pile that he has received to holding it by the tops of the lapels so that it hangs in front of him. He steps behind Portia and she takes the indication that she should thread her arms through the sleeves.

Portia smiles and with a little twinkle in her eye says, "I thought we were about to do some striptease magic and here you are putting clothes on me." She giggles in a pleasing way, as if she is feeling less nervous and more flirtatious than when she first arrived on stage.

"A magician must keep some secrets, Portia. How does the coat fit?"

Portia shrugs, to see how the coat settles. "It seems I'm a bit bigger than Margot. The shoulders are a bit tight and the sleeves don't quite reach my wrists and I don't stand a chance of buttoning it up, because my breasts are bigger than hers." The coat settles with a couple of inches between each sides at the front.

Prospero steps back and asks Portia to put her arms out to the sides and do a turn on the spot. The audience watch Portia turn.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, now we have shown you how we are beginning, let us do some magic. Portia, arms out turn once more, but this time pause for a moment when you are facing me."

Portia follows the instruction and during the pause Prospero clicks his fingers. When she is facing forward again, it becomes obvious that her blouse was no longer there and the cleavage that has been hidden behind its fabric was now on display between the lapels of the coat. The audience politely applaud. Portia knows something changed when the magician clicked his fingers, but could not quite put her finger what, until she looks down to see the flesh of her boobs rather than the cream satin that had been there before. Reacting naturally she opens up the coat to see where the blouse has got to (this increases the hubbub in the room); she finds it has gone and then remembers the audience and tries to close the coat across her chest, but the fabric does not close enough to totally conceal her torso. She then remembers that she was participating in a magic and sex show and shrugs again allowing the coat to gape as it will; she still has her bra, so she does not feel totally immodest.

"Where did my blouse go?" she asks.

"Don't worry! You will get it back before you go home." His voice seems to relax her further. "Are you ready for another turn?" She nods.

"What will I lose this time?" she asks. She feels she would feel better about this, if she were forewarned.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. This is supposed to be as interesting for you as it is for our friends that are watching. So, please, Portia, put your arms out and turn, pausing when you are facing me."

Portia raises her arms back to the horizontal, causing the sleeves to reveal more of her fore-arms. She rotates and during the pause when she has her back to the audience, the magician clicks his fingers again. Facing forward again, she looks down to check what, if anything, was missing now. During the self-check, which does not show Portia that anything is gone, Prospero withdraws a cream coloured piece of cloth from his jacket pocket and rearranges it to show that he has a pair of satin French-knickers. The audience, amused by the implied origin of the undergarment, give Portia the clue that something is going on behind her. She turns to see what the magician was doing behind her back. When she glimpses the panties suspended between the magician's hands, she knows that they are hers (how else could he have got the right style and colour?), but still has to verify the fact by pulling on the waist band of her skirt before a blush turns her upper chest and face a redder shade of pink. "Can I have them back?" she asks.

"Yes," he replies as he balls them up into one fist and tosses them in a high arc towards her. They never reach Portia, because at the top of the flight there is a flash of flame and nothing comes down.

Taken aback, Portia says, "I thought you said you give them back."

"I did, but I did not say when, did I?" replies the magician.

"But you just burnt them," states Portia.

"It looked like that, didn't it?"

"So, how are you going to get them back, for me?"

"Have some trust, in your magician! Trust is so important in magic and sex. You will have them back before you go home and you will probably have a better time, until then, without them. In the meantime face front again! It's time to do another turn."

Portia pulls an 'I'm-not-entirely-happy-with-this-but-I-did-volunteer' face, but faces forward again with her arms out and begins her two half turns. When the revolving is done, her bra is no longer in evidence. Cautiously, she peeks inside the coat, in the hope that it might be hidden there, but to no avail.

"Ok, Portia, please do one last spin for me, but this time when you are facing me I need you to do a curtsey. Make it deep as you can, because I can't vanish your skirt while anyone from the audience can see it and at the moment it hangs below where the Margot's coat reaches."

"But then I'd be naked," Portia points out.

"No you won't," Prospero says, "You will still have Margot's coat on."

Unable to contradict this, but having a feeling the magician would have a reasonable counter argument if she added that the coat did not fit her well enough to cover everything, she spreads her arms again and begins the penultimate half turn. She wobbles slightly as she dips into the curtsey, but her outstretched arms help her retain her balance. As she reaches the lowest point of the dip Prospero clicks his fingers and Portia rises and turns back to face the audience, who can tell as well as she can that the skirt that has protected her modesty after her panties had become a fireball is no longer there. She stoops forward a little in the hope that the shadow of the coat will conceal what has been seen by no more than one person at a time, since the days when she showered with the rest of the girls after P.E. classes, but the coat hangs open wider giving the audience a view of both her large breasts and the neatly trimmed hair of her pubic mound, confirming her to be a natural blonde.

"Before we welcome back my other assistants, Portia, I think you ought to return Margot's coat to Desdemona."

"But then I really would be naked," points out Portia, in a tone that implied she did not relish the prospect.

"Indeed you will, but prefer in this context the term nude. But as you put it earlier we are exploring, so why not explore being nude on stage. Besides, it won't be for long because Margot will be bringing you a costume."

With a feeling more of duty than enthusiasm, Portia pulls her arms out of the coats sleeves and reluctantly hands the garment back to Desdemona, before placing a hand over her groin and the opposite fore-arm across her breasts.

"Come now, Portia, you can't perform your role as magician's assistant in that pose. Please, relax!"

Portia feels more relaxed about her situation, resulting in her raising her shoulders and relaxing her arms to her sides. The audience encourage with applause for her fine figure of large breasted womanhood. Portia expression goes from one of mild concern at her state of undress to a smile of satisfaction at being so wholeheartedly appreciated.

"Now it is time to re-introduce my two other assistants. Firstly, Romeo, please come forward."

Romeo steps from the wings; he is wearing a black t-shirt and pair of long Lycra shorts that reach nearly to his knees and do not conceal the bulge at his groin.

"I trust that things went alright in the changing room?"

"Well, I felt a bit embarrassed at first, I hadn't expected to be changing in the same room as Margot, but she seemed not to be worried, so I thought I shouldn't be worried either. Anyway, once I was changed it was fun helping Margot get dressed."

"I'm glad you liked that, because you are going to help Portia get dressed too on a minute or two." Romeo looks over at Portia and there is a noticeable twitch in the Lycra shorts.

The magician calls into the wings, "Margot, please, bring Portia's costume!"

Margot enters. She is dressed as a sexy magician's assistant; fishnet stockings attached to a cup-less corset of blue velvet with matching satin swags covering most of hips and the tops of her thighs. One of the men in the audience sounds a loud whistle of appreciation. In Margot's hand swings a small paper bag.

"Margot, you look great," comments Prospero. Noises from the audience confirm that they agree. "I think that colour suits you."

Margot pauses to turn a 360 before continuing to stand next to Portia. Margot looks Portia up and down and smiles, before raising her blue satin gloved hands to stroke her own bare bosom, down her narrowly bodiced torso and over her hips; causing the swags to swing a bit allowing the observant to conclude there are no panties included with this outfit.

"Please give Portia her outfit. Romeo will help her get into it, while I go and fetch the prop for my first planned piece of magic and you, Margot, go into the audience and select an audience member to help us out."

Prospero leaves for the wings and Margot descends from the stage to choose from the raised hands who will get to help with the next illusion.

Portia pulls the contents from the bag she has just been handed. She looks at the bundle of black leather straps that barely fill the hand she put into the bag. Romeo comes over and looks at the straps and seems equally puzzled. He pulls at one of the straps and about half the bundle comes with it and dangles from his hand. It takes him a little while to work out that these straps formed a pair of crotch-less leggings composed entirely of straps and the spaces between them. Portia also finds out that the remaining straps are a top, of sorts, that seems likely not to conceal much more than the bottoms would.

Portia is, by now, becoming more accustomed to being naked on the stage, but she is a little relieved that there is other activity taking some of the attention from her. With the help of Romeo, she puts on both items of 'costume', which made her look a little less exposed, without hiding any of her figure or features.

By the time Portia is in her costume, Prospero has returned to the stage pushing a strange contraption and Margot has selected the man sat next to Desdemona to help; but not before surveying all the potential helpers and allowing a request to fondle her boobs.

Prospero assembles his team and, recognising the man selected by Margot as partnered with Desdemona, asks, "Would you like to be 'Othello' or 'Iago'?"

"Hmm, Tough choice. I shall be Othello, please," announces the self-declared Othello.

"In that case the first order of business is to check Portia and her costume for tricks, trapdoors and hidden assistants, as the beautiful Ophelia suggested, while I finish setting up the apparatus for my next illusion."