Fraternity Magic
By Anonymous
Why are a dozen beautiful sorority girls encased in 12 slender boxes with only their toes and smiling faces sticking through holes in a rubber sheet, and why are their naked breasts trapped in wooden stocks across the front of each box, and what are those ominous-looking cranks doing at the side of each contraption? Maybe I should explain.
My name's Paul, I'm a senior, and I'm a member of Alpha Chi Delta, now jokingly known by the student body as Abra Ca Dabra. I won't mention the name of the university, nor the state we're in. Those are details that, if you don't know them already, you won't care about anyway. At least, you won't by the time I'm done telling my tale.
When I first pledged one of our group was a theater major. His name was William and he was heavily into magic. He wanted to be the next Copperfield. William was a little scrawny and, I think, a little unpopular in high school. He was taking theater classes to work on his stage presence, he said, but I think it was to work on his confidence. Quite honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that he could really entertain us, I don't think he would've made it in. Luckily, I made it through, and so did William.
At one of the first parties we had with our sister sorority William had drawn a huge crowd of coeds by doing some slight-of-hand. Several of the brothers had stopped draining the keg and joined the ladies to watch the impromptu show going on in the corner of the living room. William was doing a few card tricks and ham-fistedly trying to flirt with some of the girls. I say ham-fistedly because if I'd tried the lines he tried I would've got nothing, but he was getting smiles and giggles enough to make a squad of marines blush.
Tiffani, a beautiful brunette who was also in a class or two with William, was flirting back. After about a half hour the tricks started to wind down and talking with Tiffani was increasing. Slowly the crowd disappeared and soon it was just the two of them talking. That was fine with the guys - they wanted to get back to the keg. Before long most of us had paired up and were either chatting, flirting or outright telling each other what we wanted to do to what body part. I was doing pretty well with a gorgeous Indian student named Vivica.
For the next month things went along fairly normally. I was seeing Vivica fairly regularly. William and Tiffani spent a lot of time together. William was coming out of his shell - obviously Tiffani was good for him. He was dressing better, keeping his appearance neater, you name it. He was looking more and more like a natural frat brother, not like the near-nerd who barely made it in.
Homecoming was getting closer. Another joint party was planned and William was asked to do a few tricks. He talked to the Sec/Treas of our organization and asked for a budget of a hundred dollars to build some props with. We were getting to be pretty good buddies, so he asked me to help build them. I had a natural talent for carpentry, so with his help (and sneaking a little more lumber and supplies from my own classes) I was able to make some pretty good looking props for the show.
The party came and went. William did a little sleight-of-hand and Tiffani assisted William in some pretty convincing illusions, like the sawing-in-half and the zigzag lady. Originally, the guys and gals who were in charge of the party just asked William to perform as something to show between two of the local bands (who'd play for beer and a chance to meet some ladies.) Turns out William was all anyone really remembered from that party.
I remember late that night, Vivica and I were hanging out with William and Tiff, having our third or fifth beer, depending on who you were, and just talking about anything and everything. We were lounging around in the same room that the props were stowed in and I was feeling kind of horny/kind of silly. I maneuvered Viv over to the sawing-in-half table, picked her up and sat her down on it, spread her legs enough for me to close in on her and starting talking in my slow, smooth, bedroom voice:
"How 'bout I put you on this table, strap you down, run my hands up your thighs and pull down your panties, while William takes his big saw and starts to slice you, right here." My finger makes a tickling motion from one side of her torso to the other, just at the smallest point of her waist. She's giggling and bobbing her eyebrows, just a little too exaggerated to be sober. "Then I'll take my magic wand..." more giggling on her part, "and start stroking inside you just as he's pulling you apart." Vivica's arms find their way to my shoulder just as William gets up off the couch, beer in hand.
"Well," William says, "you could, but not with this table."
Vivica and I, still embracing, turned to look at William. The look on his face had no trace of humor in it. He went on to explain the modifications it would take to accomplish what I'd said. In the meantime, Tiffani came over to listen, enraptured. William went into great detail about how we could build another sawing table that had a different place for the saw to go, since the original went through Tiff's body just below her crotch, more or less just cutting off her legs.
It was at that point that I finally realized the answer to a question that had been bugging me since I'd first built these props - William hadn't told me how to make them so that his assistant could move around or hide in the boxes and not be harmed by the saw or the blades. I had just assumed that he'd make those modifications himself, so I wouldn't know the trick. Guess not.
"Tiffani, when you were in those things, were you really being cut up?" I asked.
William and Tiff just slowly nodded. Vivica and I turned to each other, the looks of disbelief evident on our faces. We turned back to our friends who still nodding, and now chuckling a little. Vivica immediately started grilling Tiffani on how it felt to be sliced 'n diced. I split off with William a little ways and talked in hushed tones to him.
"You mean you really cut her up?"
"That's a crude way of putting it." William said. "But yeah, I really sa..." he burped a little before continuing. "...sawed her in half. I really put those blades in her for the zigzag."
"Did it hurt?"
"I didn't feel a thing." he said. We both stared at each other for the count of three before collapsing in laughter.
We spent until dawn discussing the possibilities, bringing out more and more of our perverse natures. Not just us guys, either, but the girls were really getting into it. We even made a game out of it. William and I sat at one couch quietly plotting an illusion to perform on one or more of the ladies and Vivica and Tiffani did the same. Then we'd get together and see who could come up with the more outrageous stuff.
In our slightly inebriated states we came up with the wildest scenarios, and it turns out the girls could be as kinky as the guys. I don't know when we decided that we would do some of them for real, but as a group we concurred - we had to do this. It was just too cool to leave it as an unfulfilled dream. Now I don't know if it was just the fact that we were all just barely out of our teens, that we were in college, or the fact that we were members of Greek organizations, but being this open with another couple about our sex fantasies didn't seem too strange at the time. Even though plenty of strange things happened in the months afterward.
Like I said, we had decided to do it, in fact, we were so worked up from talking it out that we couldn't stand it anymore. Vivica and I were practically making out in front of William and Tiff and I could tell that they were raring to go, too. We quickly, very quickly, agreed to talk about it again after classes tomorrow (today, actually,) and finalize our plans. We then left (ran) to our rooms.
I'm glad no one caught some of the doodles I was drawing in class that day - I'd hate to have to explain that I was dreaming up illusion props with holes in strategic spots for body parts that you usually don't see on TV specials. Some of these ideas we had were going to be hell to build, and even worse to pay for the materials. While the party-goers liked the show and the Sec/Treas didn't complain one bit about the money we asked for, I doubt he'd fork over more dough for these things that weren't even going to be seen by the public.
Or were they?
"Omigod..." I thought to myself. "We could make a ton of money if we did this as a show..." But did I want to be in a magic/sex show? Did I want Vivica in a magic/sex show? The more I thought about it... the more I thought "Yeah, I do!"
I took my idea to William and the girls. I told them that we wouldn't be able to afford to make the props ourselves, and I didn't think the frat would give us any more money, especially not on something we would only use ourselves. I told them my idea about making it a show. They all froze, looking at me like I was demented. Vivica took Tiffani aside and they started talking. William came over to me and told me in hushed tones "Are you nuts? Do you really want to be showing off your girlfriend's body to everybody?"
"Maybe we could get some of the other girls involved, then." I said. "And you know what? We're in college. Yeah, I like Vivica, but I don't know if I'm going to marry her or anything. I don't know how long this is going to last. I'm not saying I'm going to disrespect her or cheat on her, but I'm just going to play it casual, ya know? Have some fun and not get too worked up about it. Do I want to show her off? Yeah, maybe I do want to, a little. What about you? How would you feel about Tiffani doing some of the things we talked about last night in front of a group of people?"
"Hey, man, I'm lucky to have her in the first place. I don't want to jeopardize it by displaying her to a bunch of guys." Before he could say anything more, Tiffani and Vivica came up to us.
"Okay, Paul," Tiffani started out. "If that's the only way we're going to get the money for the props, we'll do it." Vivica was nodding her head in agreement. "But we have to be equal in this. If things are going to be done to us on stage, things are going to be done to you guys, too."
William and I looked at each other for a long moment. The ladies came up with some wild ideas for our bodies last night. Doing them in private was one thing, but on stage... I wasn't sure. Then again, what did I expect? That it was just going to be a girly show the whole time? Actually, yeah, I didn't consider us guys being the subjects... not on stage, anyway. William broke the silence first.
"Tit for Tat, huh?"
"That's right," Tiffani said. "You want us to show our tits, you'll have to whip out the tats."
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William and I went to the Sec/Treas, Mitch, again. We explained that we wanted to put on a private show at an upcoming party, something that they could charge for, but would require a pretty good budget. He asked for an explanation of the show. I reminded him of William's magic show at the Homecoming party. Mitch liked it, he told us. I smiled and gave him the one-sentence pitch I'd rehearsed. "Well, picture something like that, only with less clothing, and tricks that took full advantage of that fact."
"You mean tits?" He asked.
"And more." I replied.
"Naked tits?" Mitch asked.
"And more." We both replied.
"Your girlfriends would be the assistants?" He enquired.
"...yes." I said. William shot me a look just then that could've melted ice.
I thought the ends of the grin that spread across his face was going to meet on the other side of his head. "You got a deal." He told us. "How much do you need?"
"How much can we have?" William asked. Mitch came up with a figure that was enough to build the props we wanted, plus enough for some really good costumes. He explained that he wanted us to put on a great show, because word of mouth would spread and if it was as good as we promised, the next crowd would be huge. He promised to take care of all the details, then asked us what the show was going to be called. We hadn't come up with a name yet. He said he'd take care of that, too. He was a business major, I found out later, and had some marketing skills. I'll tell you what he came up with later.
What about those twelve beautiful coeds, you ask? That's still a ways off. But don't worry, I'll get to them.
Mitch cut us a check right then and there and told us we had three weeks to get ready. He wanted a thirty minute show for the amount of money he was giving us. He also promised to talk to a couple of guys in the house about lighting and sound. We left Mitch's room in a daze. Our little private sexcapade was going to turn into a full-blown porno show.
That night we got together over a pepperoni pizza and decided what tricks to build. I'd produced the sketches I'd doodled in class and we started talking about the details. Soon we had moved the three remaining slices onto one of William's textbooks and was using the box to draw more plans. We agreed on how the show would go, too. One trick on the ladies, then one on us, another on the ladies, one more on us, then the last one would involve all of us.
I could go into great detail about building the props and even more detail about testing them out, but for the sake of storytelling, I'll skip ahead to the show.
Mitch had decided that a simple flyer that said "The Breast Magic Show You'll Ever See!" would do the trick. When he got our approval for them I told him to spread the word that there'd be something for the ladies, too. Vivica was with us at the time and piped up that there'd be "a couple of something's." Mitch raised his eyebrows at that, but promised to spread the word. "Whatever packs 'em in." he said. We stifled our snickering until he was out of earshot.
The props looked great - and they'd better. We spent a little more money on them than we originally thought, and I'd spent a lot more time (missing the odd one or six classes,) but I insisted we build them to last, which meant higher quality stuff. We made up for it by saving money on the costumes. The girls had decided on high-heels, fishnets, bikini underwear, a flimsy dance skirt and a short bikini-like silk top that tied in the front instead of the back. Tiffani would be in green and Vivica in gold (which looked best against her smooth olive skin.) William and I rented some tuxedos with tails and cummerbunds. My cummerbund was gold to match Vivica's outfit and Williams' was green. We almost went with the top hats, too, but didn't want to shell out the extra money.
We'd spent the last couple of nights rehearsing and refining the act. William had some songs picked out, mostly 80's stuff, Peter Gabriel and some others. I've since learned that Copperfield uses him a lot, too. Before the show we were loosening up at the party. Mitch had spread the flyers around at the party, not wanting to alert anyone in the administration about what would be going on here tonight. I'm not sure if we would've gotten in trouble for the nudity (which the flyer teased at, but didn't come right out and say. Mitch knows his stuff, alright,) or for charging five bucks a head for the show.
We overheard people talking about the flyer, the guys mostly chortling as they re-read the main headline to make sure they saw right, and the women kind of rolling their eyes. Tiffani and Vivica strode through the knots of people, assuring the ladies it'd be worth their while to go. When it was time, the main room was filled to capacity with frat boys and sorority sisters and their dates, most of which had filled their beer cups before coming in.
We were in a small adjoining room, getting our costumes ready and checking the props one last time. Our nerves were only slightly stilled by the alcohol we'd consumed, but I think we were all ready to go. William seemed the most nervous, whether about the show or Tiffani's participation, I don't know. William didn't know this, but I had gone to Tiffani and told her about Will's reservations. I think Tiffani had a heart-to-heart with him, assuring him that everything would be okay. Either that, or she told him the same thing about their relationship that I'd told William about me and Vivica - that it was just for fun, at least for now, and not to get too worked up about it.
Another thing that could've been bothering him is whether he trusted all of us to do our parts right. Since we were all in the act, all of us participating in the magic, William had to share some secrets with us. I know he didn't like that, but didn't see any other way if we were going to cater to the girls' conditions. I have to admit, I was pretty nervous myself. Almost as nervous as the first couple of times the ladies did their tricks on us under William's close instruction. When I tell you about those tricks, by the way, just picture yourself in the same position - completely at the mercy of someone doing magic for the very first time. I tell you, after that, I don't think anything scares me anymore.
Mitch got onto the improvised stage and started the show. The first song cranks up and the ladies go out first, each pushing a Mis-Made Lady cabinet in front of them. Vivica (in gold) rolls out a gold colored box while Tiff (in green) pushes out her green colored one. Normally in magic shows there'd be a lot of dancing and pose striking. We decided to dispense with most of that, mostly because three of us weren't that good at dancing. Vivica tried to teach us, but we all agreed that we should spend our time on getting the tricks down pat. We did do a little choreography, however, because it would just be awkward without it.
Once the girls had the two boxes on stage, Vivica on stage right and Tiffani on stage left, William and I came on stage carrying eight blades each. Four blades in each hand is heavy, mind you. We wanted to get a rolling cart for them, but couldn't find one in time. Wait a minute, you're thinking. Mis-made cabinets only need six blades, right? Yeah, but the usual Mis-made cabinet isn't proportioned correctly for the kind of tricks we were going to do tonight. Our cabinets were stacked five boxes high instead of four. You'll understand why very soon.
Because our hands were full, the ladies opened the doors themselves and stepped in. Meanwhile, we were unloading the blades so that they were leaning against the boxes. Good thing the music was fairly loud or everybody would have heard the blades thumping against the stage floor. William and I started closing up the boxes as the girls brought their arms up and grabbed a couple of handles I placed in the head boxes to keep their arms completely clear of the blades. We closed the individual doors, starting at the feet, then the legs, the hips, then grabbed the doors that would cover their chests, but then skipped those doors to go on to the doors that would cover the head. The girls were great actors. They put on shocked expressions as we covered their faces and left the last doors open, letting the audience see those wonderful breasts that, for the moment, were still filling up silk tops tied at the front.
The guys in the crowd hooted and cheered their appreciation. Once we felt that enough time had passed, we closed up the last door on each box and started shoving in the blades. We weren't perfectly synchronized, but we did manage to finish at nearly the same time. We took the stacks apart and made a couple of piles. On the left we put Tiffani's hips, Viv's feet and Tiff's legs side by side facing the audience, then Vivica's head and arms topped by Tiff's chest. We made a matching pile on the right with the other boxes. We opened them up, revealing their heads last. The piles were bent towards each other slightly, so the ladies could see each other. William and I struck our poses at each pile, William at the left one and I at the right. After the applause, William and I continued with the rest of the trick, which I'm sure is what the guys in the crowd were really waiting for. I took one string of the knot tying Vivica's top together and Tiff brought her hand up from her box to take the other. We pulled at the same time, letting the top come undone and revealing to most of the fraternity, most of the sorority and all of their dates to the glory that, until then, only I (okay, and William and Tiffani) had been able to behold. The crowd went wild. William and Vivica, on the other side of the stage, put on shocked looks and did the same thing. The applause was nearly deafening. William and I had pulled the silky tops all of the way out of the boxes and put them in our breast pockets like over-sized handkerchiefs.
William and I took those chest boxes and exchanged places, removing the doors from the hinges as we crossed. The girls, having their own tits now, even if they weren't in their usual spots, brought their hands up to cover them. In the meantime, William and I started closing up the boxes. Once the bottom ones were closed we knelt down beside the ladies heads. We made a show of wanting to keep going from bottom to the top, but they indicated they wanted us to put the doors back on and close up the top boxes first. We then playfully moved them out of reach, side by side facing the audience. The girls crossed their arms and put a cross look on their faces. We closed up their head boxes and put them on top of their chest boxes so we could get to their feet to begin re-stacking. As we were doing this, the girls undid the doors from the inside of their head boxes and covered their breasts once more. The audience laughed, although some made a note of showing displeasure that those four gorgeous boobs were being denied them.
While we were busy, the girls continued their part of the act and looked at each other with eyebrows bobbing. Tiffani and Vivica exchanged the positions of a hand each, so that they were each holding and covering one of their own breasts and one of each others. Holding turned into groping with the girls having huge smiles for each other, but it was short-lived. William and I were ready to finish the stacks. We closed up the head boxes to the apparent dismay of the ladies in them and set them aside to get to the tits.
We had stacked the boxes up normally, but when we got to the chests, we placed them on the opposing stacks. We matched the heads to the chests, though, which would effectively swap the top halves of both ladies. We removed the blades from the bottom up. As we pulled out the two blades separating the heads from the chests, Tiffani and Vivica brought their arms down and crossed them over their chests. The audience moaned a little - it was the last time that night they expressed any disappointment. We let them out of their boxes, one Caucasian girl with Indian legs and hips, one Indian girl with Caucasian legs and hips. Thank goodness they practiced a lot, because the first time or two we did this they were wobbling around trying to get used to their different limbs. William and I took the hands of Vivica and Tiffani and, as couples, took a step forward and bowed to the group.
Applause, applause, applause. Hooting and cheering, really. Guys yelling "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" over and over. Now it was our turn. The girls took our hands behind our backs and maneuvered us forcefully into the cabinets. They locked us in and put the doors back on the chest boxes. They started sliding the blades in from the top to the bottom. They separated our heads from our chests, then our chests from our hips, then they opened up the doors slightly on the hip boxes, reached in and pulled out our belts. They closed the doors up again and reopened our chest boxes, grabbing the silk tops that had previously held their bosoms. Then they knelt down in front us our boxes, opened the doors on the leg boxes and tugged on our trousers. They fell all the way down, exposed our knees and somewhat hairy legs. They closed those doors and finished placing the blades.
After that, the girls swiveled the boxes around so that the backs were to the audience. They knelt down again at the boxes facing the doors so that the audience couldn't see what they did next. They removed the doors to the hips section, just as we had done to their chest sections and placed them to the side. They made elaborate tying gestures, trying to communicate to the audience that they were tying something up. They spun the stacks back around. The crowd saw two stacks of five boxes with the middle box open showing nothing but elaborate bows, but you couldn't tell what they were tied to. The girls made similar piles of us as we had made of them, opening the rest of the cabinets. This time, our chests, feet and legs made up the bottom of the stacks, our heads on top of the feet (which were obscured by our bunched-up trousers,) and our heads at the top and finally our hips with the doors open and the bows displayed . They didn't mix us up this time. While we were dreaming up the act we thought that would just be redundant.
The girls went to the front of the stage and picked out two girls to join us. Pam, a stunning blonde, and Amy, a classic beauty of a brunette, came on stage and were each handed one of our hip boxes. Tiffani and Vivica posed the girls and their boxes so that the boxes were to their sides while facing the audience. Pam made a move to try to touch one of the bows, but Vivica lightly slapped her hand away and gave her an admonishing point. Our girls then came behind our piles, Vivica to mine and Tiffani to William's, knelt down, turned our head boxes toward their chests and wiggled their boobs back and forth in front of us. The bows in the boxes started to rise, pointing accusingly towards the crowd. The women screamed and cheered. Pam and Amy tried to cover their laughter and hide their embarrassment, but couldn't for fear of dropping the boxes.
Tiffani and Vivica, getting the reaction they wanted, joined Pam and Amy at stage center. They took the boxes back and indicated that the girls should pull the bows undone. Pam, not too shy, did so immediately, exposing William's throbbing penis. Amy watched slack-jawed and had to be coaxed by the crowd to undo mine. She couldn't, though, so Vivica gave her the box back and undid me herself. The women in the audience cheered even more. The temporary assistants were shooed back to their spots with the rest of the onlookers, but Pam managed to sneak a quick stroke or two on Will's member. The crowd, all of them, cheered. William managed to blush a little more than he already was. I wished it had been me, though. The girls then gave each other a high-five, which we had insisted they weren't to do, because to do so they firmly put their hands around our dicks and let go of the boxes, treating our poor abused thingies as handles. We'd have to pay them back for that later.
After our re-assembly the girls wheeled the cabinets offstage while William and I made a show of trying to get our pants to stay up again while we hunted down our belts. While getting our dignity back the girls came on with the devices we'd use on them for the next trick. They consisted of a slightly v-shaped base on castors. Three long, thick dowel rods emerged from the base to about 4 and a quarter feet from the ground. Those three rods supported a set of stocks also in a slight v shape with a largish hole on each face. Anyone watching the show with half a brain could tell what was going into the holes. We positioned the ladies behind the devices and lifted off the top half of each stock. They obediently positioned their breasts into the half-circles presented and we secured them. When I made these it took me some time to get the cut-outs shaped correctly - but it was a labor of love due to the fact that I had to have the girls test-fit them over and over until I'd gotten them right.
William and I took two blades each, walked behind the girls, and positioned the blades over slots in the stocks. The girls ran their fingernails across the face of the blades, then cupped their breasts from underneath. William and I shoved the blades home and came back around to the front of the devices. The girls handed us the breasts that until just recently were attached to their bodies. They crossed their arms over the top of the stocks and rested their chins on them while William and I had our fun. We proved to the audience they were real by having one lucky guy in the front tweak a nipple to harden it. We played catch with them (which prompted someone in the back to yell out "I'm open! I'm open!") We pretended they were earmuffs, we juggled them (which we had to practice a lot, because boobs don't fly through the air like you'd expect them to, and if they hit the floor it was really painful for the owner.) Basically it looked like a few minutes worth of Who's Line is it Anyway.
After we'd returned the breasts to their proper places and removed the blades the girls replaced the contraptions with two others that resembled miniature antique wringers for drying clothes. These weren't easy to make, either, and not as fun to test-fit. The girls positioned them on either side of the stage and brought us to the business end of each. William and I were facing each other as the girls undid our flies and pulled our peckers out. More oohing and aahing from the girls and this time the guys were sounding a little nervous. They threaded our dicks into the wringers and started to crank.
Now before you get all nervous I'll explain that they weren't flattening us. The rods that made up the wringer had grooves in them to accommodate us comfortably, if you can call what was being done to us comfortable, that is. The girls gave us five or six turns of the cranks to show the audience what was happening. Our dicks were being lengthened, already by a considerable amount. My usual size of six inches (I won't exaggerate - too many people can testify as to my actual length) was now close to fourteen. Tiffani and Vivica stopped at this point and gestured for Pam and Amy to join us again.
Remembering the stroking that happened before, Tiffani took Amy over to William's crank and Vivica brought Pam over to mine. Our girls took hold of our shafts and had the returning assistants continue to crank. As they did, Tiff and Vivica slowly walked towards each other, keeping our dicks as straight as possible. They crossed each other and walked a few more steps, so that William and I were each hung at about six to seven feet. The girls indicated that Pam and Amy should stop now and that they should step back, but stay on the stage. They retraced their steps, letting our members sag to the floor, but keeping the head in their hand. They stood, facing the audience, smiled to each other, then started jumping rope. They girls in the crowd howled in delight. So did the guys, of course, and so would you if you ever saw a half-naked woman jumping rope.
Did it hurt to have our dicks slapping the floor? Yeah, a little, kind of like rough sex, the kind where it hurt but you stuck with it because you knew it was worth it. The girls stopped their jumping and met again in the middle of the stage. Our (little) heads were still in their hands. They brought the heads together and tied them together in a knot. William and I were now connected across the stage by about 12 feet of tubular flesh. The girls positioned Pam and Amy a few paces behind our dicks and took position themselves at our contraptions, taking a firm hold of our shafts about a foot out. They started swinging our penises around again, getting the momentum going within a few turns. Amy ran in fairly quickly and started jumping dick. Pam, the more adventurous one, took her top off first (to the huge applause of the crowd) and then joined Amy. Now there were six beautiful breasts onstage, two of which were pleasantly jiggling up and down. Amy had been concentrating on jumping up to this point but turned to look at Pam for a brief second. She hadn't been prepared to see more female flesh, apparently, because she immediately lost her concentration and her foot got caught on my dick. This caused the "rope" to pivot off of Amy's calf and William's half of the jump rope smacked Pam on the ass. Pam brought her hands around to soothe her slapped bottom.
As the audience laughed at our predicament, Tiffani came to the knot, lifted it up and undid it. She handed Vivica my end and kept William's end for herself. They told Amy and Pam to wait at the back of the stage while they finished up the trick. As Pam retrieved her blouse and put it back on, Tiffani and Vivica draped our members over their shoulders like scarves and came to our cranks, reversing the procedure.
When we were our normal sizes again we extricated ourselves from the wringers and took them offstage. We came back, zipping ourselves up in the process and took a bow with our ladies. To begin the last trick, Tiffani started to grope William's crotch and Vivica did the same to mine. They hiked a leg around our waists and made a couple of grinding motions. That was when, for the sake of the audience, we all realized that they still had their bottom halves switched from the beginning of the show. Vivica and Tiffani looked at each other with dismay while William and I pantomimed coming up with a solution.
We went offstage and came back with what looked like, at first, to be normal sawing-in-half tables. In reality these tables had some modifications from the traditional plans. William and I wheeled the tables so that the feet were facing toward the center of the stage and to the back, while the heads of the tables were facing to the left and right of the stage and out to the audience. William and I positioned our ladies on the tables. The table was built to separate above the waist instead of just below the crotch. We placed a very thin box over the waists to accommodate the blades that would cut them in half. We took care to position the ladies very carefully so that the place where Viv's torso and Tiff's legs met lined up with the groove in the box. After securing the boxes we went to the bottom half of each table. While they were lying flat, though, their calves extended well past the ends of the tables. We hoisted their feet up and placed them on a slight angled board I had built onto these ends, another one of the modifications. William and I then slipped our hands under their silky, transparent skirts and took their panties down. When we had them off we looked at them, puzzled, and realized (again, for the audience) that my girlfriend's legs were attached to his girlfriend's top.
After switching places, the laughter from the audience turned to more oohs and aahs of anticipation as we showed them the final modification of the tables - the half with the legs were hinged in just such a way that we could separate the feet. The girls looked like they were in some demented ob-gyn's office. The next part of this trick we've done for real in practice - it is, after all, why we built the props anyway - but because of several issues, which I won't get into now, we decided to only simulate onstage. Us boys positioned ourselves at the business end of the lady's torsos and pretended to undo our flies and "engage the enemy." (Like that euphemism? I do.) The girls pretended to like it, then saw how each other was reacting to the "wrong" boyfriend. They did something about that. They grabbed two blades from the holders under the table and shoved them into the grooves, cutting themselves in half. They then motioned for Pam and Amy to come over and swap tops! . William and I kept "pluggin' away" as Pam and Amy maneuvered the topless tops around each other and lined them up with the proper bottoms. The girls then secured the tables together, undid the blades and whipped off the boxes. The girls came up to embrace us and we all "finished" in great exultation and in perfect sync soon after.
The uproar was deafening. We pretended to zip up and chivalrously guided our ladies off of the tables. We came to the front of the stage, the two almost-naked ladies in the middle and us guys, who only had to bare several inches of flesh for relatively little time during the act, to their sides and we all bowed.
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The next few days were filled with talk of the show and compliments from those who'd seen it. I lost count of those who asked when we were going to put on another one. I directed them to Mitch, who had done a masterful job arranging the first one. Tiffani and Vivica were glowing from the attention. William was pretty happy too, but I sensed an uneasiness. He was probably comparing himself to all of those people who try to break into show business by starting out in porn, especially since most of the compliments he got were along of the lines of "great show, man. I love how you cut off her tits" or variations thereof.
Mitch had told us he'd been approached by almost all of the original audience plus tons more people who'd heard of the show asking when another would take place. Mitch told us he could probably charge twice the price and he'd still have a crowded house. He told us to add two more illusions to the original act and to be ready in two weeks. We told him three. After all, I needed to make up some major work in the classes I'd been skipping. We also asked for more money for the new illusions. He asked how much and we gave him a ball-park figure, not even deciding what we'd want to do yet. He gave us that and half of that again with a smile, telling us to go all out.
The next day we were in Tiffani's room deciding what the new tricks would be when Pam came in with her boyfriend Robert. They asked if they could borrow some of our props. William immediately said no, but Tiffani followed up immediately by saying "...unless you join the show." Pam and Robert looked at each other for a moment, then heartily agreed. Us original four looked at each other, trying to get a sense of how we all felt about it. I think William and I were thinking the same thing, namely "two more tits to play with, but another cock to contend with, too." I have to admit, I was looking forward to fitting a set of props for Pam and dreading fitting Robert up with his.
You're thinking "OK, now we've got three girls, but what about the other nine?" Are you still waiting to hear about the dozen pairs of naked breasts protruding from fiendish devices? I have a lot more to tell you before we get to that magical night, though, and it's getting late. How 'bout I tell you more tomorrow?