Backstage Without the Magician
by Anonymous
My classes had been suffering a bit since I started seeing her. You know, the magician's daughter? I told you about the night of the party, right? You'd know if I had. Anyway, that's not all that happened. We'd been dating for a couple of weeks and we were getting a little wild, ya know? She had to return the toys she'd brought to that party, so the magic bit wasn't happening, but we were being pretty magical ourselves. We hadn't done...everything...yet. It wasn't like we didn't want to. We would come pretty close to taking the final plunge when she'd stop us. "I want the first time to be special." She said.
Well, that time was more special than I ever imagined. Her dad was about to put on a show in the city and one afternoon she asked if I wanted to see a rehearsal. It meant I'd have to skip my psych class, but the thought of this girl and some magic together in one afternoon... nothing was going to keep me away.
We got to the rehearsal and watched about an hour and a half's worth of a really good show. We sat towards the middle, out of range of the stage lights, and fooled around a little. We probably would've been just as safe right up front with those spotlights blinding the performers. Her father is fantastic. He performed some illusions I've never seen and did some old ones with wild variations - like sawing in half without the boxes. It looked absolutely real. The Magicians' daughter noticed how much harder I became during some of these illusions. The lights lowered and the Magician looked towards us. We immediately adopted a pose of complete innocence.
"So, young man, what did you think?"
"That was great. I've seen Copperfield a couple of times, but his stuff looks so fake compared to you." The Magician smiled to his assistants, then looked back to us.
"Come on up, darling, and meet my newest assistant." She took my arm and we both went up to the stage. Two of the assistants were standing with him while some others, along with some stagehands, put things away. Together, I got the impression that we were being introduced to Ally McBeal and her roommate, only Ally was named Faith and was much prettier (not to mention a Jeri Ryan brand of curvy) and her roommate was named Rochelle, sort of a cross between the before-mentioned TV character and Scary Spice. Both women gave me appreciative, appraising looks up and down my body, but Rochelle's eyes seemed to linger on my shoes.
"Faith has only been with us a couple of months, but she's fit right in." The girls smiled at each other. "Now I need to take a little trip back to my shop. I'll be back in a few hours. Try not to get into too much trouble." He says to his assistants. I wonder if the warning was for us, too.
Faith and Rochelle took my lady off to the side and whispered, leaving me to check out some of the tools of the magic trade. The other assistants and stage hands were finishing up and quietly leaving. In a matter of moments, everyone else was gone. I was looking at what looked like an erector set fashioned into a stack of boxes when the girls came up to me, smiling and giggling. "Rochelle, go make sure Daddy's gone. Faith, see if you can find an appropriate outfit for me." They scampered off to do her bidding while she looked at me with a smile on her lips and in her eyes. "Are you ready to play?"
While I was wondering what she meant by "play" Rochelle was bringing another one of those stacks of box-frames into the area and positioned it across from the one I had been examining.
"All clear." She said as Faith came up bearing the gift of an ornate black bikini. My lovely lady took it and went to change while Faith and Rochelle guided me over to the boxes. They had me stand with my back to the structure as they loosened bolts and made adjustments.
I decided I needed to fill the awkward silence while she was getting changed, even though I'm not very good at small talk. "So...Faith...you've only been doing this a little while?"
"Mm-hmm." I heard her say.
"How do you like it?" All I got for an answer at first was the sounds of giggling, from both of them, mixed in with the sounds of more adjusting.
"It's interesting." She said at last. "There are days, of course, when I don't feel like I'm quite all there." More giggling. "And there are times when I just don't feel like myself." More giggling. "And of course sometimes I can't keep from falling all to pieces."
Rochelle started laughing at this last one. Luckily, that's when a beautiful nearly-dressed woman appeared, looking completely like a Magician's Daughter.
"What's so funny?" she asked us.
Rochelle walked around me, looking at me with a grin. "Just flirting with your boyfriend, that's all." I felt a blush start.
Faith leaned over and brushed my cheek with a fingertip. "Nothing to worry about." She said as I felt the blush go into full gear.
The black bikinied woman went to the other stack of boxes and Faith joined her. Rochelle opened up the door of my stack as Faith did the same. Rochelle guided me in by turning my back to the open door and sliding my arm through the side of the second opening from the top. After it was all the way through, I put my other arm through the other side, sort of like putting on a big coat. Rochelle closed the box and locked each of the seven sections. The box was thin. I hardly had any room to wiggle. I really had no idea what was about to happen next, nor why there were seven latches and all of that adjusting was necessary. I glanced at the other stack and noticed how the cross-sections seemed to be strategically placed. One was right across the neck, the next one was far enough down so that the strapless bikini top was completely in the second section and the fourth completely held the bikini bottom.
I glanced down at myself and wondered if the sections were adjusted similarly for myself. I hadn't taken the time to notice.
The other two girls brought out a few large metal hoops. They were actually cuffs, I found out, as Rochelle took one of the large ones, unclasped it and snapped it around my waist. She hooked it up to a set of cross-sections and triple-checked the position. I saw that Faith was doing the same across the way. I started thinking that this was going to be some escape act and getting a little nervous. I wasn't very good at holding my breath under water. I didn't even want to imagine some of the other dangerous escapes I've seen. Rochelle then took two smaller cuffs and snapped them around the tops of my legs, again triple-checking their position after hooking them up to the cross sections. The Magician's Daughter was getting the same treatment. I looked again at the lovely lady in the box and saw that the cuffs were at the top and bottom of the middle section.
That's when Rochelle got out another set of smaller cuffs and knelt down. She was going to put them around my ankles when I heard my girlfriend say "No, Rochelle."
Faith had a set of ankle-cuffs, too. She was holding them and looking at Rochelle with a slightly hurt look. Rochelle said "Girl, we want some fun, too." Faith turned to her and nodded her head.
"Guys, please." She pleaded. "It would be too distracting."
Rochelle looked at me and thought. After a second, she turned back to my girl. "Okay, but Faith and I are doing all of this for you guys. Don't we deserve a little something in return?"
Faith joined in the discussion. "He won't be back for a few hours. We've got time for that other trick. The Magician's Daughter looked at me for a few seconds, then agreed. "Great." They said, then rushed around a corner. They came back wheeling a cart each. Any thoughts of these boxes being an escape trick left my mind with an audible gulp as I saw the shiny blades suspended in the carts. The lady in the other box smiled at me as I realized we were about to be dissected.
Rochelle picked up a blade and told me to keep my arms up and my hands on the frame of the second section. Faith was giving my girl similar instructions. I kept my eyes on the blade in Faith's hands as she slotted it into a groove between the second and third sections. As I saw the blade go into the box, I heard the blade in Rochelle's hand slide against the metal of my box. I looked down to see the edge of the blade already halfway through my body. An involuntary "omigod" escaped my lips. The girls smiled at this. I took a couple of deep breaths (while I still could, I figured) as more blades were inserted.
Faith had put in four blades by now, two between the second and third, and two between the fourth and fifth sections. Faith and Rochelle stopped inserting blades and Rochelle explained the trick. "This is a Zigzag Lady, although it has a few changes. For one," she pointed at me "You're not a lady. Two, it has a few more sections." Faith pulled on the sections, distorting the lovely shape of the lady across the way. They resumed inserting blades. When Faith got to the top division she took a hair clasp to my girlfriends dark curls, I guess to keep from cutting off her hair. "Keep your chin up." Rochelle told me, then slid the last two blades home. Faith then demonstrated a little more by pushing some sections back and forth. It was excitingly weird, and I was really getting into it. I noticed that the cuffs in the fourth section were perfectly lined up against their respective blades.
"The third change" Rochelle continued "is this!" She and Faith then took both of our fourth sections completely away from the stacks. The rest remained where they were, held together by the frame in back. They took our sections over to a table and came back for the others until only our heads and feet remained.
Faith and Rochelle then took hold of our top sections, but before they took them to the table, I heard the other head warn "Rochelle, don't forget to bring our feet." Rochelle rolled her eyes and said that she wouldn't forget.
It was very strange being a disembodied head carried over to your other body parts. I saw the table with our arm sections facing each other not more than a couple of feet apart. They were stacked on a couple of our other sections, but our hips sections were in front of and underneath our arms. I noticed that I had hers and she had mine, their cuffs sparkling in the stage lights. Rochelle and Faith sat our heads down facing each other on top of another of our sections. I looked at my arms. I hadn't moved them this whole time. The knuckles were so white they almost glowed.
If I wanted to, I could just reach over and touch her breasts. I decided it was time to get over my predicament and start enjoying it. I let go of the framework and reach over to cup her boobs. She smiled and stroked my arms with her hands. Her bikini top had a clasp in the front, which I started working on. Watching my hands from a distance instead of being right over them was a little awkward, but I had a goal to achieve and I wasn't going to let a little unfamiliarity stand in my way.
I'd forgotten that Faith and Rochelle were still in the room until Rochelle said "Fresh, isn't he? Look at him, just grabbing for the tits without even giving her a peck on the cheek."
"What's happened to manners these days?" Faith mocked. I froze, the clasp undone but the ends unparted.
"Would you ladies mind giving us some privacy?" I asked. They just stood there smiling, trying to see which was more powerful: my desire for privacy or my desire to uncover those beautiful breasts. That's when I noticed a feeling of hands at my belt. My clothes were being undone! I looked across the way to see a smirking head. As she started undoing my button I glanced at our two assistants and noticed they had positioned themselves for a better look. One was leaning on my arm section while the other was leaning on my lady's head section.
Zzzzzip! Perhaps I should've worn underwear. Perhaps not. It was a little too late for that as the top of my jeans wrinkled to the bottom of the frame. Ooohs and aaahs came from the throats of Faith and Michelle. For a little revenge, I showed them the contents of the bikini top I had been working on. More ooohs and aaahs. I relaxed after that. This was a game to these girls and I was being too serious. I had nothing to be ashamed of, after all, and neither did she. I know I would've felt different if they were a couple of guys. Hell, if they were a couple of guys, I probably wouldn't have even let them do this to us. Luckily, they had their fill and left us, with a smile and a wave, to ourselves.
I saw her arms find the table-top, then push so that she was pushing her chest section off of the stack. Her breasts reminded me of eyes as her arms "walked" the section over to my face. Before long I was smothered in her boobs. I set my tongue and lips to work; kissing, licking and sucking her nipples. After a nice time of this she "walked" the section back to its' original position and asked me if I was ready.
"Ready for what?"
"Do what I do" she told me as her hands started feeling around the frame holding my hips. I took hold of her frame as her hands found a clasp on my frame and...
...undid it!
She unfolded the frame away from my hips to my horror. I thought this was going to be fatal, bloody, or at the very least, extremely gross and painful. But I felt nothing and noticed that the cuff at the top of my hips had now become a lid. There was smooth metal covering the area that I had expected to see internal organs. I was looking at an anatomically correct disassembled mannequin section. I didn't breathe until she draped her arm over the "lid" and caressed me. I could definitely still feel it. I took a breath and found the clasps on her frame. Soon I had her hips freed, too.
Her bikini strap gave me an idea. I took hold of the right strap and lifted up. She looked at me and squinted, wondering what I was doing. I then took the strap over her "lid." Just as I figured, this would be such a confusing sensation. She must feel like the strap must be going through her stomach. I made the strap meet the other one and saw her smile. I think I impressed her by giving her a bit of a surprise.
Now we were both exposed. Hmm. I wonder what we should do now? I asked her this tongue-in-cheek question and she answered by grabbing hold of my butt and pushing forward. I matched her movements, but soon took hold of her hips and placed her butt on the table. I saw the same lid effect on the stubs of her legs as she spread them apart to make room for me. The distance was just right for our hands to help maneuver our parts into the right places.
For our first time, this was definitely special.