Betty met the magician in the corridor backstage. “I hope you've been saving,” she commented, “because tomorrow will be three months since Caroline last came in and you'll owe me all the tips I've earned in the since then; and don't think you're going to get away with it, because I've been keeping a tally of all my tips since then.”

“Don't worry about me, just remember what happens if she turns up tonight!”

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Caroline had been in two minds about returning to the club for nearly three months now; ever since she had received the gold-coloured membership card to replace the blue one. She also wondered who had paid for it; the club's website told her that the price was 'Available on Enquiry', which she read as very pricey. It seemed that the main benefits of the Premium Membership was the food, which she remembered as good, was free, the drinks were discounted to affordable, and they would never refuse you entry, even if that meant kicking someone else out to keep within fire regulations.

Tonight was the expiry date on the card, so she decided to give her scarlet skirt suit another outing, but try to avoid being involved in anything the magician might have in mind. She decided the only concession she would make to the club was to dress in her lightest garments under the suit, because the place would be a sauna in the recent warm weather.

At the door to the club, the door-man showed surprise to see the gold card, but let her in without any further questions. Caroline assumed that the arrival of a gold-card holder would be passed to the most senior person present, so that she would be treated well. Inside the club the denizens were even more scantily clad than usual due to the summer heat. She headed to the table she had occupied on her previous two visits, to find it vacant. Moments later, Betty, the topless waitress, arrived to take her food and drink order. Once the formalities of ordering a burger, fries and glass of wine were over, Betty asked her why she had come back.

“Someone gifted me a top-tier membership and it seemed like a waste to let it expire without coming along at least once. But I'm not planning to volunteer to be part of the magician's act this time; I'm here strictly to watch.”

Betty looked relieved to hear the assertion that Caroline had no plans to volunteer, because the terms of the bet she had with the magician were that Caroline had to turn up AND volunteer. She bustled off to get the food and drink for the VIP.

The food was delivered shortly after the young woman who on Caroline's first visit had done an act with an angle grinder and a steel bikini, began her act. Instead of writhing naked on a pile of broken glass, she performed a graceful contortion routine that culminated in her entering an improbably small perspex box and being carried off-stage still inside it by the stagehand.

The hypnotist had one of the punters, Caroline guessed she was a fan of his, strip her meagre clothing under the impression that she was hidden from view and intent on going skinny-dipping, then having forgotten that her clothes were in a pile at the edge of the stage, she sang a passable rendition of 'Like a Virgin'. She was returned to the audience naked and her clothes handed to a friend for when she noticed her state of undress.

The stripper couple that been dress as pirate and wench, then nurse and patient, stripped from there costumes which this time were police-woman and escaped criminal before indulging in energetic and acrobatic sex, which was probably made more difficult because the man had his hands cuffed through out.

There was a gap which the DJ covered with four or five tracks before the magician arrived on the stage. He began his act with a dazzling display of cardistry, before spraying several decks into the audience and asking them to leave the cards where they landed. He then picked a guy and asked him to name a card and someone from a table with that card on would be his selected volunteer. The man named the Queen of Hearts

Caroline looked down at the table in front of her and saw the Queen of Hearts there. Her instinct was to pick it up and throw it away from her, in the hope that one of the other Queens of Hearts from one of the other decks had landed near someone willing to volunteer.

As she put her hand to the card with the plan to slide it across the table with sufficient speed that it flew far from her, someone called out, “She's got it!” and moments later she was transfixed in a spotlight.

Before Caroline could deny that she had the card, Betty was at her elbow and lifted the card to show all who cared to check, that the card was the Queen of Hearts. The waitress took Caroline's wrist firmly and headed for the stage, commenting to her, “If you are going to cost me three months of doubled tips, you had better put on a good show.”

At the stage, the waitress passed the wrist she gripped to the magician. He in turn pulled so that Caroline had the option of not cooperating and being dragged over the edge of the stage, or cooperating by raising a foot to the stage edge and arriving on her feet. She chose the latter, because she decided she wanted to keep what little dignity she had left intact. The magician took the liberty of kissing her hand as he pulled her up onto the stage.

“Some of you may remember Caroline from her two previous visits where she helped me with some illusions. For those that don't, she was a fantastic volunteer, even though she is not usually the type of person to come here. Today, we'll treat her to something easier to cope with and finish with a new illusion of my devising, which will involve everyone's favourite waitress/magician's assistant, Betty.”

Caroline relaxed fractionally, when she heard that Betty would feature in the final illusion. She tried to see what Betty thought of this state of affairs, but could not see beyond the lights into the dim parts of the club, so she assumed that Betty had gone backstage to prepare for her role in the final illusion.

“So, Caroline, how do you feel about being a bunny girl?” the magician asked.

“I guess it's a step up from ending up naked and divided into pieces, but on the whole I'd rather stay dressed in what I arrived in for a change.”

“Ok, let's get things started before the crowd get rowdy.” He moved to the back of the stage where a large plastic box on a single square leg awaited. “Help me move this forward!”

While they moved the box on its stand forward Caroline was checking it over for potential embarrassments. The walls of the box, which was about three feet square, were a plastic thick enough to be rigid, and possibly bullet-proof, but clear enough that she was confident that floor was single square of vinyl floor covering on the wooden underside of the box she could feel as she helped move it. The top was a low hollow pyramid, painted black on the inside, but decorated like a pagoda on the outside. The front, the side that faced the audience, was made of two panels, hinged at the edge and meeting at the middle where there was a simple catch. The magician opened the front, then took up a kneeling pose with one leg raised.

“What's this for?”

“I thought that you would rather climb in using my knee as a step than have me manhandle you, by picking you up and putting you in there.”

“So, what's going to happen to me if I get in there?”

“I'll change your costume. And because of what you've already said, you won't end up naked or in a bunny suit; ok?”

Caroline checked what the magician said for a loop hole, but did not see one. She took the magician's upraised hand and stepped on his knee and manoeuvred so that she was sitting in the entrance to the box.

“Now, scoot back and get comfy, because I need to shut the doors.”

Caroline shifted back and tucked her knees up to her chest, having first made sure that the back of her skirt was caught between her calves and thighs so that nobody could see up it to her skimpy underwear. The magician shut the doors and closed the latch. Caroline experimentally pressed a hand to the door to check if she could force it open if she felt that whatever magic the magician had planned was going to be too much for her to handle. She was satisfied that the latch was flimsy enough to allow her to escape if she felt it necessary. While she could sit up, with her head inside the pyramidal top, she decided that hunching down would be better from the point of view that she could better observe of what the magician was doing, and thus have more warning if he started doing something she thought she might not like.

What he did initial intrigued her. He showed both hands to be empty to his elbows, then moments later made a fist with one hand and began to pull cloth from inside that fist with the other hand. Caroline was unconcerned, except the small part of her that questioned why she had to be in the box before the production of twelve feet of pale blue cloth.

The magician applied a corner of the cloth to the top front of the nearest side and went around the back hanging the cloth in such a manner that it covered the outside of the transparent panels of the box. Before he fitted that last section across the front of the box Caroline was huddled in, he said, “I've got it, you don't want to be naked and you don't want to be in a bunny suit. See you on the other side.”

The magician hung the tail of the cloth over the door and walked round the box on its pedestal. After one orbit he took hold of the cloth and returned in the direction he had come, unveiling the contents of the box. Initially, the audience applauded, because they thought that the box was now empty, but the magician opened the front, reached in and after a bit of a chase, lifted out a rabbit.

He placed the rabbit on a small table. “This is Caroline the rabbit; if she knew I had turned her into a bunny girl, she'd be after me.” He returned to the cabinet and piece by piece removed the clothes that Caroline had been wearing, before depositing them in a basket.

He picked up the rabbit and returned it to the now empty box on its narrow pedestal. He collected the blue curtain and re-enacted the hanging of the curtain, except he toured the cabinet in the opposite direction. When he ripped away the curtain, Caroline was back to her human form. She pressed her hand sharply against the doors. The doors sprang open, sending the catch spinning off into the darkness outside the lighted area of stage.

Caroline tried to exit the box with as much speed and dignity as she could muster; achieving little of either. She looked down to see what her new costume was; she had already spotted the basket containing the clothes that she had been wearing. The first thing she noticed was that she was bare-breasted and that nakedness continued down to the tops of her thighs.

“Hey! I thought you said that I wouldn't be naked!”

“You aren't! Your arms and legs, even your shoulders are covered.”

Caroline paused long enough to see that he was right. She had on a black vinyl top that covered her arms and shoulders, but did not reach down as far as her breasts, except for a downward point that cover the upper half of her cleavage. Her legs was also clad in the same plastic fabric and the tubes were supported by a strap down her back from the top that disappeared between her buttocks.

“And what kind of nonsensical nightmare of a costume is this supposed to be?”

“Well, you wanted something that wasn't a bunny suit. This is a 'reverse bunny suit' it literally covers everything that a bunny suit wouldn't cover, while displaying everything a bunny suit would hide.”

Caroline mentally acknowledged that he had done what she had asked for, to the letter, but also raged that the spirit of her costume request had been totally ignored. She made a lunge for the basket of her own clothes with the intent of grabbing them and heading backstage to change back into her own clothes. The magician dropped the cloth he had in his hands over the basket, except that by the time the cloth had settled there was nothing under it.

“I need you for the finale illusion,” the magician stated.

“I thought you usually used Betty for the last illusion; except when you are bullying me into it.”

“I'll need Betty too. I shall be doing magic on the two of you.”

“Is their anyone that wants to take my place?” Caroline asked the club in general in the hope of finding someone to substitute for her. She heard a few expressions of interest, which were quickly shushed by friends with more sense.

“Sorry, but even if you got a potential deputy, it would not work. This next illusion is designed with you and Betty specifically in mind. So, let's get this stuff out of the way, so that Betty can get the equipment for this illusion into place.”

Despite feeling the urge to dash backstage in the hope finding her vanished clothes, she cooperated. Caroline felt that cooperation was more likely to lead to a quick resolution of her embarrassment; it may also have had something to do with a build up of sexual frustration during her couple of minutes as a rabbit and the hope that it would be resolved if she went along with the magician.

The magician picked up the table, that had been Caroline's perch when she was a rabbit, and helped guide the box on the single thick leg, to the area of the stage near the back drop. Betty pushed a new apparatus onto the stage and navigated it forward to the area where Caroline had been transformed into a rabbit and back. Caroline had hoped that the sight of the illusion she was intended to be a part of would give her some idea what she was in for. She was disappointed. The only component that made sense was a slightly less than waist-high table stood centrally on the low platform that was being used to move it. It did put her in mind of the equipment that had been used to divide her in three as the climax to the first show she had attended, but it was not the same.

The magician stood in front of the apparatus and took Betty's and Caroline's hands so that they stood either side of him. Caroline noted that Betty had replaced her waitress pasties, from which hang notepad and pencil, with plain pair that shimmered with a holographic pattern.

“Caroline, you have three options of how you take part in this new illusion. You can choose to step up to the end of the illusion and lie your body on the table. Or you can have Betty put her body on the table. And finally you have the option of letting Betty choose who lies on the table.”

Caroline briefly considered the choices she had been offered. She had a feeling that it would not go well for her (at least her sensible self) to lie on the table, but suspected that Betty would choose the better option for herself, given the chance. She had no clue about what not being the assistant on the table entailed. “What happens to the other assistant?” she asked, looking across the magician to her fellow assistant, in hope of gaining some idea from her reaction if being the assistant on the table was preferable.

“That is meant to be a surprise,” stated the magician. Betty gave a shrug, that conveyed to Caroline that the waitress was as clueless about the illusion as she was herself.

“I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this, but I think that Betty should lie on the table.”

“Good, that's a decision I don't have to make. Betty, please get into position; it's like the sawing in three illusion. Caroline, you can help me fix her in place; please fit the leather cuffs to her ankles and check that they are secure. I'll put a couple of straps over her back so she can't fall off.”

The magician took Betty's hand and guided her to the end of the table and had her initially stand between a piece of frame that jutted up then out from the end of the table. Betty folded her arms behind her back and then leant forward until her torso lay on the table. With the waitress in this position the magician draped a pair of broad leather straps over the small of her back and pulled them tight using a mechanism that the audience could not see. Meanwhile, Caroline squatted to apply the leather shackles to Betty's lower shins and was surprised that they were fastened with Velcro, rather than buckles or padlocks.

When Caroline stood the magician directed her to stand behind Betty, on a pair of painted foot-prints. She was shocked, but admitted to herself, she was not entirely surprised, when the magician bent down and quickly placed similar leather shackles around her ankles and clipped them to the ones she had put around Betty's.

When the magician slowly span the apparatus to show the audience the predicament that the ladies had been put in, Caroline had little choice, other than to grasp the square rods the jutted either side of her waist to maintain her balance. He stopped when the assistants were facing away from the audience. Behind the backs of his assistants he produced a device that seemed to be a pair of phallic cylinders at nearly right-angles. He made some show of applying lube to this device, before turning to the backsides of the assistants and introducing it between their legs. Betty was the first to feel anything as the tip of the horizontal dildo entered her. As it slid in he raised the rear end and slid it into Caroline, making sure that the device was fully inserted, then he pressed a button and Caroline felt the intruder expand inside her until it was firmly lodged.

“What the fuck was that?” She asked. “And what has it got to do with magic?”

“That is what they call a strapless strap-on. You can and will make love to Betty; all you need to do is to gently move your hips back and forth. I am serious about the word 'gentle'; it'll feel better for you and her; plus it might cause problems if the part inside Betty were to fall out.”

Caroline experimented with moving her hips and felt the intruder press against the sides of her vagina and particularly her g-spot. She heard some moaning from Betty that she hoped indicated that Betty was enjoying this predicament too. As she began to feel the sexual feelings that being a rabbit had induce reassert themselves, she also noticed the gentle music that she had fallen into rhythm with as she fucked the waitress/assistant. She began to zone out, forgetting that she was for practical purposes naked in front of an audience at a nightclub (she felt that sleeves and leggings did not count if nothing else was covered).

While Caroline lost herself, and for the moment her shyness, in mutual stimulation with Betty, the magician got busy. First he collected two small tables each on a single wooden three inch diameter leg and two feet across the table top; these he placed either side of the tableau. He took a wooden arch from the table he had positioned near Betty. He set the arch up over Betty's waist between the straps that held her to the apparatus.

At the end of the first song, the magician took a blade and thrust it through the arch over Betty's back, a similar blade was lined up with the rods either side of Caroline's waist and shoved along the rods and slicing her from behind. Caroline was so consumed by the sexual feelings produced by fucking Betty with a bent double-ended dildo that she barely registered that anything had happened.

The magician released the Betty's restraining strap on the upper side of the blade and lifted her torso away, before depositing it on nearest of the nearby tables. So that her body was upright and resting on the cut surface, that a few spotted seemed to be covered in a skin-like membrane.

Caroline was a little surprised by this development, but gratified that Betty was still responding to her ministrations, despite being disconnected from them. She became more concerned when the magician lift her body from her hips and put her on the other small table. She still felt she had control of her hips and continued to slide the dildo in and out of her fellow assistant.

The audience showed their appreciation of this spectacle, but it barely registered with Caroline.

Betty was the next subject of the magician's attention. Her body was lifted and placed on the blade above Caroline's smoothly gyrating hips. Caroline did not notice until the magician lifted her and she saw that her place above her own hips had been usurped. Initially, she was placed on the unoccupied section of the table where Betty's upper body had lain, and then she was tipped forward and slid back until her stump made contact with the blade that had severed Betty. Despite her new position she could still feel the strap-on inside her pushing the dildo into and out of Betty's vagina.

The magician complicating what Caroline was feeling by pulling out the blade that separated her upper body from Betty's lower half. She could not only feel the pressure against the inside of her own vagina, but also the sliding in and out of the part inside Betty. When she overcame the initial confusion, she sped up the thrusting of her hips, because she could feel where the dildo was in Betty so did not run as great a risk of having it fall out. This accelerated the sexual build up in Caroline.

The magician seemed to take more care pulling the blade from between Betty's upper body and Caroline's hips, but the division was removed, so that Betty was now in control of the intercourse. To begin with she was content to maintain the rhythm that Caroline had set, but encouraged by a word from the magician and the faster pace of the second song, she ramped up the effort put into the love-making. As the song reached its end, both woman climaxed.

The magician took little time to remove the strap-on and the restraints and lead the mixed up Betty and Caroline in bows to the audience, before taking them backstage.

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Back in the magician's dressing room, Caroline asked, “So, what happens now? I think I want my legs back. So, are you going to switch us back? And do we have to fuck each other again to make it happen?”

The magician looked over the two mixed naked women in front of him. “Well, I think that depends on you. You seem to enjoy being part of the magic, even if in everyday life you wouldn't do any of the things we've done together.”

Caroline nodded intending it to be an encouragement to get on with what he was planning to say. In retrospect she realised that he had taken it as agreement with the statement; and she did not entirely disagree.

“I am offering you the chance to be an occasional assistant; just ring up and you'll get in for free, have a meal and then participate in a piece of magic. Of course, if we are going to do that for you, you would have to commit to being here at least a couple of times a month, but ideally once a week. How you answer will determine what happens next.”

Caroline's thoughts were a maelstrom. Her sensible side took control of her mouth before the usually suppressed more excitable parts of the brain.

Seeing Caroline pause to get her thoughts straight, Robert added “If you say 'No', I will switch your legs back and you can go home, but you will be banned from the club. If you say 'Yes', we will swap your legs back later, so that Betty can get back to work; I'm sure that she'll get more tips, because she will be working on your legs. And while we wait for Betty to finish for the night, you and I can talk about things; mostly how we organise your semi-formal assistant-ship, and anything else that might come up.”

Caroline looked at the magician and then Betty. She felt that she ought to say 'No', but suddenly a thought emerged from the depths and made her say, “Betty, look after my legs, because I think I have a lot of stuff to talk about with Robert. We'll see you later.”

Betty's jaw dropped while she took in what the answer had been. She did not argue, but as she left, she said, “Remember that those are my legs, and I'll see you two later.”

Caroline gave Betty a friendly wave. She felt glad the she had said neither 'Yes' nor 'No', but she doubted that her indecision would be allowed to extend beyond the time it took her to leave. She had not cut off either option and she hoped that she would be able to negotiate better terms for her continued assistance.