I took another sip of my flat white, then flipped my MacBook closed in frustration. I had a story to file on some allegations of corruption in the city planning department. A few weeks ago I would have been all over this, pushing to make the front page. But this morning my mind was elsewhere. 

Just half an hour ago my bat phone had rung. Well actually the sound that meant I had a text from Matt had gone off. Was I free Saturday night? Just five words, no explanation and my world was turned upside down again. It crossed my mind only briefly to wonder what crazy pickle Lisa had got herself into to be unavailable. In truth I didn't care. The chance of another show. It was all so intoxicating. The audience, the attention, the costumes, the boxes, the magic.

Then the doubt returned. What the hell would happen if my boss found out. Or my Mom. Prancing about with next to no clothes on, or less. Me the straight ace little miss independent providing the eye candy. I didn't even know how any of it was done. I should probably be drafting an expose on the exploitation of magicians assistants, not be becoming one. 

I typed and re typed a reply, then that ringtone again . 

"Should warn you this show will be a bit more risqué . Won't be offended if you say no."

More risqué. I thought back to the first show, shivering at the memory. More risqué was nuts. No way I could do that, whatever it was. The shame. It was crazy, there had to be limits surely. I edited the reply one more time and pressed send, setting the phone down decisively.

"Ok . Where and when."

                              ...........                    .....                 .........

I walked out of the wings and into the spotlight feeling pretty awesome. The first part of the show had been as slick as ever and everyone knew that we were now at the main event, so my return to the club's small stage got an extra warm welcome. I think my outfit for the second half was a particular hit with the rowdy sections of the crowd. It seemed there was a stag night in and big group of girls on a leaving party.

"Doesn't she look great folks ? "

I shocked myself at this point. I didn't blush. I didn't tuck my elbows in and try and shrink. No. I turned around slowly hands on hips wiggling my hips as I went, feeling sure it would show my costume and of course me off to the maximum effect. Have I mentioned my outfit?  Killer. Beautiful lacy white bra, matching thong, suspender belt,  amazing sheer stockings whose lacy tops matched the thong and bra and some great white heels. I felt amazing, lapping up the attention. I didn't even feel guilty about enjoying it this time.  

"Ladies, gentlemen, are you ready for tonight's big finish ? " 

I almost stepped back from the force of the yells and whopping. It seemed the audience were in a hurry to see what was in store for me. I must admit I was too.

" Now I am not normally one to stick too closely to magical tradition, but on this occasion.... normally for this next trick the glamorous assistant is hypnotised. " 

While I got the distinct impression the audience felt this was all hokum I was a bit taken aback. Not sure why, given all the impossible things I had already been a part of, but, I was a bit shocked. Maybe I thought that up until now I had always had the option to say no or stop. But if Matt could really control my mind as well as manipulate my body. That was a bit scary.

I didn't have much chance to contemplate how I felt. Before I knew it Matt was stood before me with a serious expression, hands held high in a theatrical manner most unlike him. He turned to face me directly and unseen by the audience gave me a playful wink and then clicked his fingers . And everything changed.

It's hard to explain just how it felt. I was totally me, I was aware of everything around me. No haziness, no out of body experience, I remember it in hi def clarity. But I had frozen, I couldn't move a muscle. Fixed in a hips on hands pose, like a statue.

"I know what you are all thinking , Quinn is my assistant and this is part of the show. But in fact she's totally under. She will not move a muscle until instructed, and yet she will carry out any command without question."

Matt just grinned as he heard the rumbles from the audience.

"Seriously, just watch. Quinn, stand on one leg. "

And I did, in a flash , despite the heels. I had no choice. Rock steady too. I just knew I had to do it. Matt wasted no time, asking for suggestions from the audience to satisfy them I wasn't faking. In the next few seconds in quick succession I was down on all fours, almost bare ass to the audience, doing a handstand, something I haven't attempted since 8th grade, and barking like a dog . It was bizarre. Humiliating maybe, but I really was powerless to do anything. It was like I was a passenger in my own body, with someone else at the wheel. I wasn't sure I liked it. 

Then I heard it, from the back of the room. I suppose it was inevitable looking back. But the word made me shiver inside at the time. Striptease. Oh god no. Then Matt repeated it. And I became a stripper.

I have no idea if it was something I knew how to do from movies and TV, or if Matt was guiding my every move. It felt like it was coming from within me. It felt terrifying. Exhilarating.  I turned my back to the audience, swaying my hips in time to the music which had begun, running my arms up and down my almost bare back Then I bent over straight legged, ass high and unbuckled one shoe then the other, staring out at the audience from between my leg splayed legs. I stood straight, turned to face my audience and kicked the shoes right out into the cheap seats. As I un clipped and rolled down the stockings I was starting to warm to the role, though still acting without any conscious thought. I flicked those away too then slid seductively out of the belt. By the time I had dropped to my knees and un clipped my bra I was loving every eye in the house being glued to me. I slid out of the bra, covering my breasts with my left arm, then wriggled back to my feet and turns my back one last time. Still having no idea where the moves were coming from the autopilot in my brain had me slide off the thong, pause then turn to the crowd, arms outstretched as I took a bow.

"Stop" 

And I froze there, while Matt got in place. He walked slowly over to my naked self and  placed each arm in turn at my side then took my shoulders and made sure I was standing straight. Finally, mercifully he slid my feet back together, leaving me stood to attention. He walked slowly around me , waving his fingers in front of my face. I didn't so much as blink, even though I wanted to. Then he surprised me again by tweaking and twisting a nipple. Again no visible response, though on the inside.... 

" As you can see Quinn really is well and truly under. So now we can begin"

Matt waved at me as if beckoning my forward. But rather than take a step forward, my rigid traitorous body tipped forward at the ankles until i was leaning forward at an angle I would have thought impossible. Another gesture and I rocked back to another seemingly impossible angle,, before another gesture sent me rolling around at about 45 degrees like a skittle about to fall. As I settled back to a vertical position Matt flicked his finger tips up and IT happened. I slowly, calmly rose a few inches, then a foot or two then fully ten feet up above the front of the stage, still upright as if balanced on an unseen platform. The cheers were immense.

"Now folks usually the assistant is laying down for this part, resting on a support of some sort, usually hidden by her beautiful flowing gown. Well, there doesn't seem to be a support...." Matt paused while he walked right underneath me, looking up at my bare ass and the soles of my feet ".. and it seems we have dispensed with the gown too!"

Looking around the now hushed auditorium I was as stunned at the crowd. Hovering in mid air I could see the  awe in their eyes. Matt made another gesture and I drifted forward out over the first rows of seats, a couple of feet out of reach of any grasping hands. It was clear that I wasn't on a stand of some sort unless it was sprouting from the middle seats in row F. Then I begun to spin, slowly end over end, a gentle rotation giving everyone a chance to see there could be no wires somehow attached to my naked body, not to mention quite a view of it. Matt paused me upside down. And there I hung for what seemed like an age, looking out to the back of the theatre. Oddly I wasn't frightened. It never occurred to me I could fall. Finally Matt guided me back towards the stage tipping me as I glided back at walking pace so I finished laying on my back in front of him. 

Matt had used the time to set up the next part of the trick. It was a shiny metal pole set into a weighted base, probably seven feet tall. It had a wicked looking spike at the top and a small mirror ball about the size of a pineapple threaded on it about half way down. I sort of relaxed inside. I recognised the trick and though I was certain that that spike would soon be in the small of my back, and that I would be falling onto it, the idea of being skewered was so exciting. I thought back to the feeling of the blades and wondered how the impaling would compare.

Sure enough I drifted up a little and towards the top of the pole. Matt directed my arms to reach out to the sides, and my legs to open to a little more than shoulder width, all of which made me feel even more exposed if that was possible. I drew close to the pointed tip of the pole and breathed in, getting ready to feel it dig into the soft skin of my back. For a few seconds Matt had me hover over the shining tip, teasing both me and the audience.

"You know what. Everyone does it like that! " Some people laughed, most moved nearer to the edge of their seats.

I had no idea what that meant but I was moving once more. I was tilting forwards. My mind was racing, what the hell could be thinking. It's a simple trick, not much scope for variation. Then the penny dropped. By the time i was upright over the pole I wanted to run away. Scream help. No. No way. I sank as inch by inch until the tip of the pole was resting between my legs. I daren't breath. It seemed half the audience felt the same. And then I began to rotate. The pole was resting between my folds, just barely inside me. And I was turning on it. And it was turning me on. I wasn't spinning, it was too slow for spinning, a gentle three hundred and sixty degree rotation turning me away from the rapt crowd, then all the way back again.

I would love to tell you I was shocked, outraged. And a part of me was. Not that I could do a single thing about it. But I also have to confess. It felt amazing. Maybe this was how Lisa started out, a sexy trick filled road to addiction. I was getting real hot. The gentle rubbing between my legs was enough. Perfectly judged, teasing, building. And the helplessness. And the thought of being exhibited, presented for the thrill of a room full of strangers. Oh my.

I suppose I did maybe a dozen full revolutions. I was still trapped inside my body, which refused to respond to anything except the building heat between my legs. I was sideways on, looking into the wings when Matt said just one word and everything got turned up to eleven.

"Wake"

I heard the word clearly, you could hear a pin drop in the place at this stage. It seemed like nothing happened for age. To me it seemed I hung in the air for hours. And then I dropped. There was nothing gentle or cushioned. I fell. Instantly I could feel the pole slide deep inside me, through me. In the blink of an eye i felt a choking sensation, I thought I might throw up. Instead my head was forced back and as I gasped looking into the lighting gantry above me I saw the completely surreal sight of the tip of the pole rush past the end of my nose as it exited my open mouth. Landing on the mirror ball should have been massively painful at it crushed into the tender zone between my legs, but actually felt fantastic in ways I can't even start to describe.A firework of pleasure exploding inside me. I found I could move again, blinking at the lights, arms and legs hanging limply, my toes just a few inches from the stage floor. I tried an experimental swallow, but couldn't really,, my throat was really rather full, I could feel the pole in my mouth, it tasted metallic on my tongue.

"Quinn, tell the good folks you are ok .." 

I realised that the hall was in silence. Speaking was out of the question of course. So I raised one hand gingerly and gave a thumbs up and the place erupted. 

"Now I know you are all wondering how it's done. But I can assure you, Quinn really is skewered on that pole, for your entertainment.."

With that Matt took my shoulder and pushed. And once more I was spinning, rotating slowly around the pole. I could feel it running through me, but there was no pain, just a wash of pleasure. With my head tipped back I could only see what was going on out of the corner of my eye but it was pretty clear my predicament was having quite an effect on the audience too. It occurred to me that I should really have stopped my gentle turning by now, but I was not in any fit state to wonder how come I continued the slow revolutions on my vertical spit, arms and legs hanging limply now I was free of the mind control.

Matt allowed plenty of time for the view to sink in and the crowd to settle, then.

"I suspect a few of you are still thinking that its impossible to impale a living woman like this....so I will ask a couple of you to come up and check this is all for real.."

Frankly I was in absolutely no doubt it was real. The fire between my legs was building, the slow motion, the ridged finish on the ball thing combined with the situation was all too much. Regardless Matt soon had a pair of volunteers up on the stage, a nerdy looking guy and a pretty blonde in a tee shirt ripped jeans and boots.

"Feel free, have a good look, a feel. Quinn won't mind...... "

At first they were timid, self conscious and polite, confirming the flesh on my arm felt real and warm. With encouragement both from Matt and the crowd however their checks soon became more thorough.  Cupped breasts, rubbed tummy, patted buttocks. The guy stopped my steady turn and spun me the other way, a little faster. Luckily the pole stifled my moan.

"So, we are happy that Quinn is real? "

Matt took the nods as all he needed to continue. He reached out and stopped me.

"Now to prove that you can really impale Quinn..."

Once more I was lost. I was beside myself already. And I couldn't imagine I could think of what more proof could be offered even if I could think straight. But I certainly was not prepared for what happened next. Matt had dragged what looked a little like a golf trolley out setting it close by. However there were no golf clubs in the bag, but a selection of swords! 

Matt took one and whacked it's slender blade into the floor. It wobbled a little like the things they use at the olympics but it seemed real to me. He asked the guy to hold my ankles together behind the pole. Once done he lined up the swords point on my left calf and shoved. And it hurt! I felt a sharp stabbing sensation and a spike of pain, enough to make me moan again. For a second I thought the magic had somehow failed, Matt had let me down. Then there was a tingle and warm glow, followed by a much more gentle pinch as the point exited my right calf, pinning my legs together. It sounds ridiculous to say I didn't believe it looking back. But. 

Matt selected another from his bag. He stood in front of me and pushed the point in half way up my right thigh. Then paused and turned to the young girl.

"Want a go ?"

She looked shocked but took the handle and pressed. I moaned again as the sword slid through my leg and clear out the other side, she buried it up to the handle. Matt used the handle to spin me around once more. 

"Still ok Quinn ? "

I gave another hesitant thumbs up

"Great, tell you what, there are half a dozen more of these bad boys in there. You two can take it from here, shove them where ever you like. Or maybe I should say where ever Quinn wouldn't like? "

There was a long pause before the geeky guy took the first sword. Matt took a step back. The guy grasped my wrists behind me, hands back to back and pressed the blade against my forearm. He paused looking to Matt, who nodded cooly, and then shoved. I gasped once again it felt like it would feel bad, but actually felt so so good. My arms were held together now which only served to push my chest further forward. Looking at the guy out of the corner of my eye he looked worried, I imagine he didn't realise the true cause of my soft moan. 

The girl was up next it seemed and stood holding her blade for a moment. She shocked me by pushing the point low on my abdomen just in from my left hip. Again she looked over to Matt. Again he nodded as if to say of course why ever not. And this sword was pressed through me slowly exiting the top of my bare buttock. I was close to losing it. The nerdy guy decided to follow suit, his attempt didn't feel quite as good, but.. I was finding hard to concentrate on events by now but the girl pressing her next blade against my right shoulder blade got my attention. This time there was no pause and by the time it found its way out through my right nipple I was writhing and shaking on the pole. My other breast was skewered the same way and that left he girl stood with the last sword, clearly thinking. I was just hoping she wouldn't think for two long!

For an awful moment I thought she was going to shove it through my left ear. The thought was briefly terrifying although why that should be more deadly than anything dealt out so far is beyond me. In the end she settled for giving my breasts some more of her attention, this time shoving it through from the side, from left to right, scraping past the other swords as it slid through.

Matt gave me one more spin and took a bow as his helpers returned to their seats. As the curtain fell I moaned some more, so close to the evenings sensations finally letting me let go completely. I hoped the swords felt as good on the way out as they did on the way in....