Lindsey slipped into the inner area of the Play Box, ready for a fun night. She had turned her hair brown, and now it was cut short to emphasize her youthful look. She examined herself in a convenient mirror, checking her dress one last time.  Over her shoulders were two beaded strings, the fronts reaching down over her chest to the top of the dress itself. The top was a bikini in all but name, the two triangles of cloth not enough to cover the tops or sides of her breasts.  The two sides were linked by a gilded hoop. Two strips of the same grey cloth fell down from the bottom side of her top, framing her belly button before joining above her waist to become a single strip down the middle, between her legs and down to her ankles.

Around her back, the straps turned into a similar Y shape, but this one exposed everything down to the small of her back before covering up the middle of her shapely but and down the same length as her front.

Holding it all together was another beaded string that went over her hips, the weighted rope acting as a belt to make sure the lower half of her dress didn't flop or flap around in an unseemly manner as she walked in her low heels.

She wandered around for a bit, not seeing anything or anyone that interested her as more than a curiosity before she returned to the common area. She found herself at the bar, sitting in a stool and sipping a drink. Inebriation was not a problem here in the box thankfully.

But as she sipped her drink, she was under observation of her own. And her watcher now approached.  The woman in the red dress sat down in the seat beside her.  Through the diffusion of the domino mask, Lindsey could tell that she had black hair and grey eyes.  The woman was older and taller than her, and she wore her red dress with all the confidence of a person who was born to it.  It was tight like her own, but it covered more in the front and back, though it was cut down one side to let her move her legs at more than a shuffle.

"Hello there," the woman said without introducing herself.  "Aren't you a cute little thing?"  She made a show of looking up and down Lindsey's body.  "You up for something?"

"That depends on what you're offering," Lindsey wasn't in the habit of turning down requests out of hand, but she had a personal standard to know what she was getting into before doing it to the best of her ability.

"Well, I came to you because you looked bored," the woman put one hand on her hip, and leaned on the other. "And that dress you're wearing is just perfect for what I have in mind."

"And what would that be?" Lindsey was aware that her choice of clothing made it obvious she wore nothing else, as did the woman.

The woman in red leaned closer and whispered. As she spoke Lindsey started to smile. "I think I would like to try that," she agreed.

*  *  *

"Thank you all for coming," the woman in red introduced herself to the live audience. "You may call me Scarlet.  And to my left is my lovely helper, Grey."  Lindsey bowed slightly, accepting the pseudonym easily.  "She's agreed to help me out with a new thing that I am developing under the working title of 'Standing Room Only'.

Scarlet and Grey stepped apart to let the prop behind them roll forward. It was a simple thing, a tall white box with black edging. There were no obvious flaws in it to suggest the nature of the performance, but that meant little here. Beside it was a tall plastic bucket, out the top of which was a dozen handles.

"Now, we all know there's no cheats here, so I think we can all trust each other." She winked at the audience.  "Grey, if you please?"  Scarlet and Grey flipped open the front of the box to show a white interior.  From this vantage point, it was easy to see the small gaps in the two sides, and one more at the top.  Scarlet stepped in and put her back to one side.  She held out her arms, sticking them through the gap across from her.  There wasn't a lot of room to maneuver in, but she managed as she stuck her head out the top gap.

Grey took a pair of handcuffs from behind the basket, and quickly anchored them around Scarlet's wrists.

"Now I'll need a volunteer," Scarlet said as Grey produced another pair of cuffs.  "Yes, you sir.  Come on up."  The summoned man approached and awaited instructions, curious enough to get a close look at the performance in action.  "Grey, be a dear?"

Grey stepped into the box, Scarlet squeezing backwards as much as possible to give her room.  The two women were compressed against each other, front to front, Grey's back arching slightly to make room for Scarlet's arms and vice versa.  She stuck her hands out behind Scarlet, and under instruction, the man locked her in place as well.

"Now, as you can all see, Grey and I have nowhere to go," Scarlet said as Grey wiggled her own head up through the top, her slightly shorter stature making it so that her shoulders were getting dangerously close to the top.  "Could you please close the front?" Scarlet asked the assisting man.

He complied, and the audience saw only their two heads and hands protruding from an otherwise opaque container.  Their mutual embrace was all the more real for being hidden.

"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for," Scarlet announced. "If you would each like to come up and take a sword from the basket?"

The man took one, and soon other members of the audience helped themselves.  "You see, the front and back of this little thing is pretty thick.  But the sides?  Well, they're much thinner.  One might almost say paper thin." Scarlet grinned.  "Once you've assured yourselves that the swords are real, would you be so kind as to run us through, one at a time?"

The first thrust came from the initial volunteer. He stood behind Grey and touched the tip of the sword to her back, above where Scarlet's hands were bound.  He pushed though the wall, and felt the resistance chance as the soft flesh underneath parted before the thin point of the foil. Grey gasped at the cold touch, but it was warm by the time the sword slid through her stomach and into Scarlet, who in turn took the metal through without reacting.

"Not a bad start," Scarlet said. "Next!"

This time the sword came from Scarlet's side. It was an aggressive thrust, and it pierced them both higher up, between their compressed breasts.  "Is that it?" Scarlet complained as she shuffled back and forth, shaking the box slightly with the motion. Almost like she was trying to scratch an itch. "And here I was hoping for something a little more... intense!"  She looked around as best she could. "You have two women who couldn't possibly resist."

With that, she pushed her head forward and kissed Grey, sliding her tongue into the younger woman's mouth.  Grey returned the favour as the next blade cut into her, this time it was aimed for her sensitive and easily struck breast. Her right tit took up a bit more room, and Scarlet's left one gave way as the metal blade made its presence known to both of them.

The fourth sword came right after, Scarlet and Grey enjoying the sensation as their other breast was also skewered.  They broke their mutual kiss to allow for a comment.  "Still nothing?" Scarlet asked Grey, who shook her head in the negative.

"Maybe you should get bigger blades next time," Grey spoke for the first time. "I told you they were too small to be used properly."

"Oh, hush you," Scarlet chided her. "Or I'll show you what I can do with those 'thin blades' you so deride."

Grey returned with a wicked grin and a gleam in her eye. "Promise?"

The next point, Grey felt between her butt cheeks. "Lower," she said, and the person behind her obliged, withdrawing the sword, and trying again.  "Just a little bit more," she said again, guiding the next penetration. "That's good!"

The point slid through her, the sharp point missing her groin by the barest amount, though it still generated interesting feelings by passing through her flesh above it.

But it didn't miss Scarlet. The taller woman's eyes went wide as the the foil pierced her tight folds, then out behind her. "You naughty girl, are you trying to make me scream in delight" she asked, even as she began to roll her hips as back and forth as well as she could to enhance the sensations that Grey arranged for her.  "The next one should go under that one," she suggested.

Taking the suggestion, the next blade went in and under Scarlet, denying her the pleasure. Grey, however, was far more lucky, depending on your point of view, as her maidenhead was transfixed by the metal.  Her fragile flesh perfectly balanced between threats to her body. If she pushed herself down, she would feel more between her legs, and if she pulled up, there was a good chance that the blade would stay put, a sharp edge to produce a sharp feeling.

"Ahn..!" she moaned as she adjusted herself to make things better.

Scarlet couldn't resist the opportunity and kissed Grey again. Caught in their mutual pleasure, neither of them noticed much as they were penetrated again and again until all dozen blades were accounted for.

The volunteers stepped back to admire their handiwork. Aside from the initial two blades in their backs, the rest were centered around their breasts and groin. Some went straight through, while a couple were angled to better connect the two women

Scarlet and Grey pulled apart, a small bridge of saliva connecting their lips for a moment. "Well," Scarlet said breathless. "I think that will do for now."  She looked, but didn't see the initial helper. "Would you all mind taking out all the swords now?"

"Already?" Grey pouted. "But we were having so much fun."

But the volunteers quickly pulled out the blades, leaving the two women alone in the box.  The foils were replaced in the basket they came from, certain fluids being ignored. Once that was done, Scarlet shook her hands. "Undo the cuffs," she said, "the keys are on the back of the box. Then open the front."

The initial volunteer found the keys, and undid first Grey's cuffs then Scarlet's.  Then he pulled open the front door, where everyone came to see what was coming next.

To the surprise of many, Scarlet and Grey now wore each others dresses! The two women carefully extracted themselves, first Scarlet in the slightly too short grey dress, then Grey in the long red one. They then turned to face the audience.  Where the swords had gone though the cloth, now were small holes. And it was quite obvious where they were focused, as coloured skin showed clearly through.  The two bowed, and thanked their audience to polite applause.

"Thank you all," Scarlet said. "I will be taking feedback later so that I can improve the performance.  Until then, enjoy the rest of your time here."  The audience soon filtered out of the room, leaving the two women alone.

Grey picked up the cuffs and looked at them.  "That was fun," she admitted. "Did you need anything else before I left?"

Scarlet reached out and put her hands on Grey's shoulders. "Oh my little tart, didn't I promise? I want to show you what I can do with those swords." She indicated the long thin blades with a grin.

Grey raised one eyebrow, then slid out of the oversized dress, letting it pool around her feet.  She knelt, and Scarlet stepped back a moment as Grey took one set of handcuffs and locked them around her ankles.  She straightened up, and locked one loop around her right wrist before crossing her arms behind her and locking the other half of the cuffs around her other wrist, binding her helplessly.  "Think you can make me scream?" she asked in challenge.

"It's a promise," Scarlet said.

And she did.