The second performance from the Magic Island residency starring Allie and Max

Max strode out onto the Mystic Lagoon stage to warm applause.

“Thank you and welcome to the second of our Island specials. Before we go any further lets welcome the star of the show and who you really want to see I know… ALLIE!”

It was certainly true that the applause increased by an order of magnitude as Max’s gorgeous partner arrived on stage. And it wasn’t hard to see why. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back in her usual pony tail, her features highlighted by subtle make up. For this show Allie had chosen a black bikini. Aside from its brief dimensions, the black fabric barely covered her perky breasts, the bikini was notable for having gold chain connecting the cloth parts rather than the usual ties.

As Allie gave her fans in the audience another twirl, Max supervised the set up for the trick.

“That’s right, this evening Allie will be attempting one of the most difficult and dangerous feats in magic, the dreaded underwater escape.”

Allie walked slowly around the glass tank, running her fingers over its smooth sides. It was maybe ten feet tall, six feet wide and three feet deep with metal reinforced corners.  Above it, swaying gently in the warm evening breeze, was the lid, suspended by thick chains connected to a winch in the lighting gantry.

As the lid descended slowly Max walked over to Allie in front of the tank.

“Top please…”

Allie pouted then grinned and turned her back to the audience, providing them with a marvelous view of her almost bare back and the chain separating her butt cheeks. She reached round and unclasped the chain at the back of her neck and then between her shoulder blades. Folding one arm over her chest to protect her modesty, she passed Max her top with the other, looking over her shoulder and giving the crowd a knowing wink.

“To make sure the escape isn’t totally impossible we are giving Allie the keys to the locks holding down the top of the tank”

Max took a pair of keys on a ring and threaded Allie’s top through it. He unfolded the top and helped Allie with the clasps as she put it back on. When she turned back to face the audience the keys were hanging from the short length of chain between her boobs.

“Of course, we don’t want to make it too easy either! The locks are on the outside of the tank…”

Allie held out her hands and Max fitted a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs snugly in place. As Allie gave an exploratory tug max tossed the key up and into the tank. Max then held Allie under the arms and helped her sit on the stage before laying back as the lid section reached them from above. Right on cue she raised her legs, allowing Max to feed her ankles through the stocks section of the lid before locking them firmly in place, checking carefully.

As the winch reversed and the lid began to move slowly upwards once more Max knelt and lifted Allie’s shoulders, so she wasn’t dragged over the rough boards of the outdoor stage. The winch inched Allie higher hanging from the padded stocks around her ankles until she was face to face with Max, albeit upside down. Max reached into his pocket and took out a small clip which he placed tenderly over Allie’s nose and smiled. Allie wrinkled her nose and continued on her slow journey upwards, twisting slightly as if warming up for the challenge ahead.

“It’s hard enough without water going up your nose, right?  Allie can hold her breath for around two minutes. In that time she has to deal with the handcuffs, and then try and get free. Or else...”

Allie had reached the top of her trajectory and had been moved back slightly so she was now hanging directly over the tank. The lighting dimmed to a slightly ominous red leaving her and the tank in the spotlight. Two of the resort staff came out, muscled torsos rippling in the lights, placing small ladders each side of the tank.

“Everybody ready?”

The two assistants nodded and Allie gave a thumbs up. She was clearly taking huge gulps of air, her shoulders and breasts heaving visibly, the audience moving closer to the edge of their seats feeling the tension.

“On three… one, two … three!”

On cue the winch lowered Allie quickly into the tank. She expertly timed her last breath as her hands slid into the cold water. Moments later the lid settled on the tank and the assistants quickly climbed their ladders securing it with heavy chains and padlocks. A searchlight beamed up from behind the audience projecting a timer into the night sky behind the stage.

Allie had wasted no time and was thrashing around pulling and twisting the cuffs even before the locks were closed.  After a few precious seconds she gave up on the cuffs and instead decided to try and pull at the keys hanging from her top, to see if she could skip a step. Her lungs were already tightening and she had to fight to keep calm and make her actions deliberate else she knew the lack of air and adrenaline would make thinking clearly much harder.

Try as she might she could not pull the key ring off the chain part of her bikini. Instead, all she managed was to pull it free of her firm breasts. She cursed internally but decided it all added to the show and she didn’t have time for modesty. Unable to break the chain and just as unable to reach behind to undo the wretched top with her hands secured in front she turned her attention back to the cuffs. As the timer reached 30 seconds she finally managed to find the combination of angle and force which freed her wrists.

As the cuffs sank to the bottom Allie immediately reached back to tackle the next stage. Moments later the bikini top joined the handcuffs at the bottom of the tank and Allie was topless, but at least she had the keys safely in her hand, now all she had to do was figure out how to get to the locks.

With a minute gone the tension around the stage was growing. Allie had tried thrashing and twisting and kicking to create some play around her ankles to no avail. Her lungs were starting to burn and that feeling of needing to gulp in was growing. She folded herself up reaching out to grab a leg with one hand to stabilize herself while she attacked the roof of the tank with the other.

At one minute fifteen Allie had to take a break, letting herself hang again. The muscles in her tight flat tummy were burning from the exertion and the urge to take a breath was growing. She clenched her fists as if to try and psych herself up, and shook her head. Then she reached up again, straining to make space around her ankles or the edges of the lid.

By one minute thirty the lighting had dimmed and the spotlight on the tank and its struggling occupant was tinged with an ominous red.  Allie’s efforts were clearly becoming less considered, almost frantic and she glanced over her shoulder anxiously. The mood in the audience had changed, people were looking at one another nervously, a few people looking away, no longer wanting to watch. Surely help would be at hand if something had gone wrong.

Allie curled herself up to the top of the tank one more time. She was starting to feel faint, and her lungs were on fire. Finally some progress - she found a combination of moves that seemed to work and she forced enough give to push her fingers along side her left ankle, searching for something that would make more space.  She felt something, a clip or lock. Her fingers explored it frantically - something felt like it might give. Then, just as she felt she had a plan - she dropped the keys!

The collective gasp from the audience was audible even in the tank. Allie blinked and looked out for the first time in a while. Then she shook her head, waved and let herself hang limply once more. Then a small stream of bubbles left her now open mouth and her arms fell still, hanging towards the bottom.

As screams ran around the audience the spotlight went off leaving the tank in a shadowy gloom. The helpers ran out and started to work on the lid whilst another guy with an axe tried to smash through the glass front.

At that very moment the spotlight came back on and chased around audience. After a couple of seconds it settled in on a table right at the back. Max stood up and waved, and then his companion stood.

The crowd went wild as they realized it was Allie. She waved and smiled and stepped up onto her chair and then the table, taking her bows and letting everyone admire the long dress that now cloaked her sensuous curves: black latex, split to her hip, with a plunging halter top revealing a daring cleavage and her bare back.

The applause went on and on.