Karen watched Sarah's ass with definite interest as Sarah leaned over the pool table and aimed for the Ball. "I hear him," she said as she didn't slap her lover's rear to disrupt her shot.

"Damn," Sarah aborted her line and stood up, pool stick in hand. "He's early."

The door opened and in walked the man of the hour, who took in the two women at the pool table before closing and locking the door behind him. "Ladies," he greeted the two of them. "How are you?"

The room was on the second story of the pub they had performed in this evening, and the proprietor had paid extra for the extra show he was going to get. The frosted ceiling to floor windows were lit by the diffuse neon lights from the street, illuminating the hardwood floors, the small bar to one side, the pool table set up for a game in the middle, and a single large cabinet on the other side. Various chairs and small tables were scattered about. Karen, her hair cut short as a nice change of pace, stood tall, one hand on her cue stick as it rested on the floor. Beside her, Sarah leaned up against the pool table, her own stick resting on the siding.

As the show for the public was done, they each wore white cuffs around their wrists, and white collars, held in place by small bow ties, and were otherwise casually nude. "Not bad," Sarah said leisurely. "Show went off without a hitch, Patrick has his own thing he needs to do, so here we are." She looked over to Karen. "Can I break now?"

Karen nodded as the man, the proprietor, took off his jacket and set it on the coat hanger beside the door. "Playing a game?" he asked them.

Sarah broke the table, and they all watched as none of the balls went into a hole. Karen walked around, looking for her shot while Sarah turned her attention to the Proprietor. "Yep," she said. "Winner gets the prize."

Karen sunk her ball and moved to the next. "Prize?" he asked. "What sort of prize?"

"Well," Sarah said as she watched the table with a side-eye, "yes, you've gotten the full package, but there's only one trick," she indicated the box to the side, "and we're playing for who gets to go in."

"And if I want you in it?" he asked.

"Then we play for fun until you're ready for that," she replied as Karen missed her shot and Sarah took her place at the table.

As it was Karen's turn to speak, she leaned forward on her stick. "Of course, you get the special deal," she put her other hand on Sarah's ass and squeezed, "so feel free to use us as much as you want."

"You want me to miss?" Sarah growled but didn't let up her aiming. "Hey, sir, why don't you stick your stick in Karen here while she's shooting," she took her shot and missed as the ball bounced off the corner improperly, "and if she gets any balls other than yours in a pocket, she wins right then and there."

The man chuckled at that. "I think I'll let this play out," he said as he strolled over to the bar to help himself to a drink. Sarah and Karen took turns playing, though it was obvious they were playing for time right now as the man enjoyed watching the two women move and play. He came back with a drink in his hands. As Karen was making her shot, he put his other hand on Sarah's behind. She didn't flinch from the contact or show any sort of discomfort. "Who's winning?"

"I am," Karen said as she lined up her shot. However, it spun too far to the right and whiffed entirely. "I was," she clarified as Sarah approached the table, Karen moving to stand beside the Proprietor. "Enjoying?"

There was only four balls left on the table. "I am," he said as he appreciated the look of her body, standing there. "You sure your boss won't care?"

"Hey Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"He wants to know if the boss cares?"

"Well, as your boss," she shot, and then there were three, "I care that you have fun. What does my boss have to say about it?"

Karen smirked and handed her pole off to the man. She laid down over top Sarah, a sensual contact as she reached out and helped her aim. "Why, as your boss, your pleasure is my priority. I can't have you be unhappy now, can I?"

Sarah missed.

Karen rolled off Sarah, and took her stick back from the man. Sarah pouted, but relented as she stepped away from the table. "If you have a preference," she whispered to him, "now would be the time."

He shook his head, keeping his hands to himself - for now. "Nope."

Karen waited to make sure she wasn't going to be sabotaged, and made her shot. Two left. "I think he wants the magic," Sarah said, casting a quick side-eye at the Proprietor. "Sink his balls."

"You sure?" Karen adjusted her whole body for the shot. "I'll win."

Sarah gave her the go-ahead. "I'll get the box ready," she said. Behind her, Karen quickly sunk the last two balls with as many shots, then set the sticks down in their rack. The Proprietor turned to follow Sarah, who strolled over to the box with casual grace. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," she announced as she stood beside the box in her full glory, her long blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders in waves. "For this is a very special little performance. You see, we have been commissioned by a certain member of the audience," Karen joined her on the other side of the cabinet, "to perform a very specific act. As you can see, we have nothing to hide from you, no hidden tricks up our sleeves."

Karen opened the door to the cabinet, revealing the gentle blue interior. "This," Sarah spoke for the audience of one, "is our special version of the Mismade cabinet. As you can see," she and Karen gestured into the box, "There are several manacles in place to make sure that the lovely assistant cannot escape the fate of the blades," they pointed at one for the neck, two for the hands, one for the waist, and two for the ankles. "Secondly, this is the five-box variant, rather than the four box version as it better fits a woman."

Karen nodded at this and spun around on the ball of her foot to slide past the door and into the box. "Now, as Karen here won our little game," Sarah was very put out by this, but she rallied with skill, "she will get to be in the box! But will you, our random member of the audience, please come up?" she gestured for the Proprietor to approach. He got up from his seat, and did just that. "Sir," Sarah asked him politely, "would you please secure Karen into the box?"

Karen grinned as he took one look at her and a small smile played across his face. "You better make sure I's secured," she said as he reached up and found the metal collar that would go around her neck. He affixed it with a click.

"I don't see a lock," he said.

"What? And risk me escaping?" Karen replied. "Never."

He moved to her hands next, each to the sides, ensuring that there was no covering for her breasts. He didn't touch them, instead lowering himself to her hips, and the large metal circle that went around that before getting to his knees to lock her feet into place. "Aw..." Karen cooed. "I was so looking forward to you ensuring that I was really in here!"

"You're just a pervert," Sarah accuser her with complete accuracy. "But then again, so am I!" While the Proprietor was securing Karen in the box, she had procured all the blades needed for this next part. "Now," she said, "we close the box!" The Proprietor stepped away, back to his seat.

"Now, sure some tricks would do this with the box open, or perfectly clear, but we are professionals, and as such, like to keep the air of mystique around," she opened the second-fifth of the box, showing off Karen's chest. "Yep, very mysterious those."

The man chuckled at that.

Sarah held one square blade up before her. "This is one of eight dividers," she expositied. "They will divide the box, and Karen within into five sections. Head, Chest, Hips, Upper legs and Feet." She indicated each section as she did so, opening and closing the doors as she did so. "Sometimes, we put in the blades one at a time, or if both of us were out here, we'd pair up. The tension builds, and the audience can imagine things as they progress. But you look like a man who doesn't want to watch that so we'll do it this way!" She put the blade aside, and reached behind the box. Out came a set of blades, all anchored to a corner hinge. They moved as one, ans Sarah quickly affixed the itinerant blade that she had in her hands to its place on the stack.

"With this, we can do all of them at once!" she put one hand on the stack and grinned. "ooh! Idea!"

"Now? Really?" Karen called out from inside the box.

"You're right. It's a later thing," Sarah agreed. She slammed the blades around on their hinge, causing all of them to enter the box at the same time! "Tah-dah!"

The Proprietor clapped politely at that. Sarah carefully removed the hinge. "Now, that was a very fast dividing, shall we see if Karen is still in there?"

She opened the bottom box to show Karen's feet. "Looks like it," she announced as she straightened up. "Now, for the next part!" She stepped back and kicked the whole stack over, hooking one foot under the bottom box as she kicked high enough to do the vertical splits! With a loud crash, and a bang that seemed to be muffled, all five boxes fell away until they were scattered about the floor! "Ooops," she wasn't sorry at all. "I should check on Karen."

Sarah got to her knees and grabbed the nearest box. This one she opened up to find was her upper legs. "Hrm, no bruising here," she left the box open and set it down on the floor facing the man. The next she reached was opened to reveal Karen's chest and arms, hanging from the side of the box, with right being down. Sarah displayed this to the man with a cheeky grin, and set it down - just like that - atop the legs. She went for the third box. "Hello!" she said to Karen's head, which was upside down.

"I hate you," Karen complained as her short hair hung from her head, her collar cut by the blade. "That wasn't in the program."

"I love you too," Sarah replied, kissing her fingers, then pressing them to Karen's lips before she set her down - head upside down still - on top of the pile. Fourth, she found Karens hips, right side up. She held the box up for the man to see clearly before setting them down on the stack. Lastly, the feet, which were also on their sides, were set down atop the open stack. The whole thing was slightly misaligned, adding to the effect of the whole thing being a mess.

The man clapped at that. "Excellent!" he said with a smile. "Now, before you go putting her back together," he said, "how about you and me play a game?" he indicated the pool table behind them.

"Sure!" Sarah responded without hesitation or concern for Karen. "Are we going to play for a prize?"

"I think so," the man replied.

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" Sarah asked as he racked the balls, the man checking the pool sticks and dusting his chosen one off.

"After you win or lose," he told her. "But I'll tell you this, winning will be more fun. I don't want you to throw the game."

Sarah nodded at that and took her own stick. "Who will break?"

"You can," he told her. She moved to check the que ball, and leaned over to aim her shot. The Proprietor stood out of her way, but turned to Karen. He mimed a motion, and she nodded in return. As Sarah pulled back her arm to break, the Proprietor put one hand on the small of her back, and with the other, stuck his que up her pussy.

"Ahhh!" Sarah cried out in shock as she completely botched the shot. "You!" She didn't unbend herself as the man slowly worked the pole into her. "Hey!" she complained, "Aren't you... hunf ... supposed to wait until after?!"

Karen laughed from her upside down position. "Full package, remember! This is just a handicap!"

Sarah growled until the tip of the pole came out her mouth, and she worked her tongue around it. "Here is how the game is going to work," the Proprietor said, both women listening. "Every shot you take is going to have me pulling and pushing that into you. If you win, you get to be free of that for the next part. If you don't win, well, you'll find out."

Sarah gave a thumbs up, and Karen knew she was going to lose. The question was, how long was it going to take. The man set himself and quickly broke the balls, sinking one in the process. It might be quick, it might not. She had a sinking feeling he would drag this out as long as he could.