The Fire Stage was dimly lit under the star laden tropical sky. After minutes of quiet anticipation a slow drum beat struck up, gradually increasing in tempo and volume. A semi circular trail of knee high flame burst into life around the front of the performance area and then Allie and Max stode out into the spotlight from opposite sides of the stage.
Whilst Max was dressed in his habitual black cargoes and tee shirt Allie was happy to provide a more compelling focus for the appreciative crowd’s attention. A skin tight red latex catsuit appeared to have been sprayed onto her tall, slender form, highlighting every curve. She moved confidently across the stage despite the matching red ballet boots, and like Max was pushing an upright magic box.
As the magical pair met in the centre of the lights they paused and exchanged a quick kiss, then carried on till about ten metres apart. Allie flicked the trademark ponytail constraining her strawberry blonde hair as together they swung open the doors of their boxes, which were clearly intended to conceal a torso and a head.
As the music softened two dancers came on stage. The man - tall, tanned, ripped, and dressed in red lycra speedos - spun and flipped towards Allie. At the same time the woman - ebony-skinned, almost as tall and with voluptuous curves - wriggled and writhed over to Max, clad in just a red latex thong.
Allie and Max locked eyes across the stage for just a moment and then steered their respective assistants into their boxes. In perfect sync they snapped the first doors closed covering the bare torsos of their attractive helpers. With a final smile their heads and faces were concealed by the second doors.
The magical pair each took a large divider from a stand back and centre of the stage and bashed them together before returning to their respective boxes. Allie lined her blade up with the base of the covered part of her box, just above speedo level and waited for Max. On an unheard signal they both gave a firm shove and the dividers thudded home in a smooth sure movement. Careful observers might have noticed thighs tremble and toes twitch in the props.
Having met centre stage once more for their next blades Allie and Max soon each had a divider ready at neck level. Moments later those blades were eased home too. Allie opened the front of her box to reveal the hunky torso had apparently vanished. She grinned as Max did the same. The sides of Allie’s prop followed, then the back, leaving the arresting sight of some particularly attractive legs and hips terminating abruptly just below the navel, with a smaller box perched on a divider resting on four slender legs which had been the corners of the box a couple of feet above.
While Max played catch up with his assistant and her box, Allie simply lifted the head section of her box away revealing the head of her dancer and his startled expression. She folded herself up seductively, threading her brilliant red body through the gap between his head and waist, before sitting through the gap with her back to the audience and stealing a kiss with her confused assistant. As she returned lightly to her ballet boot clad feet Max removed the head box from his side, kissing his assistant and peering through the equally impossible gap right under her neck, waving to the crowd.
Allie and Max spun each box around one more time as they pushed them to the opposite edges of the stage. As they met in the middle Max gave Allie a wooden torch. They clapped them together and the end of each burst into a bright crackling flame.
As the last of the applause died down both performers touched their torches to the inside of their boxes, above their assistants hips and a bright flame leapt up, filling the void between waists and necks.
Locking the wheels Allie and Max left their improvised lanterns to cast a red flickering light over proceedings from the sides of the stage and returned to the limelight. Stage hands had pushed out the next prop on a wheeled platform. A waist high pyramid of logs under a small platform and wood with a six foot stake sticking up from the centre.
Allie paused for a few long seconds, as if steeling herself, then approached the pyre, Two dancers came out and took her by the waist and under arms, lifting her gracefully onto the top of the platform. Max climbed up at the back and cuffed Allie’s hands behind the pole with heavy iron manacles and jumped down.Taking a torch from one of the dancers Max threw it back over his head as he walked away without even a backward glance.
As the torch ignited the first few bits of kindling Allie began to writhe and pull and tug at the cuffs. She looked down at the pile of wood, in moments it was hissing and spitting and a plume of smoke was forming around Allie’s feet. The first flicks of orange could be seen licking under the platform.
Apparently unable to budge the cuffs Allie tried to get a purchase to somehow shimmy up the pole holding her in place, or pull it over. Her shiny suit and teetering boots clearly working against her as at one point she almost fell to her knees trying. She looked down again pulling frantically on her bonds. She gave one last desperate tug and then stood still, bolt upright as if accepting the inevitable . She blew a kiss out into the crowd as the flames crept up to her knees then let out an ear curdling scream as flames jumped up to engulf her.
There was silence as the fire flared brightly, a nervous hush fell over the audience. Allie was totally consumed in flames like a human torch, her figure visible as a bright white halo in the inferno.The fire roared once more then died back and settled to a bed of glowing hot embers.
The smoke cleared and there were huge cheers as Allie was revealed, apparently unharmed. She saluted the audience, her hands now free and leapt clear of the glowing ashes. Landing in the clear air of the stage with an elegant forward roll and in plain view at last the crowd erupted into huge applause as people realised she was now wearing a totally different outfit. The most minimal of red latex thongs covered her modesty whilst a harness bra left her firm boobs bare bar red jewel encrusted pasties.
“Ladies and Gentlemen let's hear it for the utterly incomparable ALLIE!”
While Allie took a bow and did a couple of twirls to show off the scraps of latex that made up her outfit Max readied the next trick. A narrow table on slender legs finished with casters was wheeled out. There was a short chain finishing in a pair of handcuffs at one end and a metal T bar at the other; about a foot high and perhaps a couple of feet wide, the crossbar also terminating in metal cuffs.
Allie approached the table, walking on her toes to maximise her legs and give a very appealing wiggle to her almost bare arse. She slid onto the table laying on her tummy. Resting on her elbows she smiled as Max cuffed her wrists, giving them a tug to demonstrate they were locked then looked over her shoulder as Max finished the restraints locking her ankles into the raised cuffs.
As a final touch Max clipped a half hoop of narrow metal over Allie’s narrow waist, locking it in place while the stage hands pushed out what looked a bit like a gun with blue lights flashing along a long barrel mounted on a high tripod.
Max aimed the strange contraption high into the sky above the mountain tops. He pressed something and the stage lights flickered for just a moment before there was a loud hum and a narrow beam of intense teal light speared up to the stars. Max held a strip of metal to the beam and it sliced clean through in a shower of sparks and beads of molten metal.
Max shut the machine off and two stage hands bought covers for Allie’s table, clearly intended to complete a box. Max looked at Allie, still smiling bound on her table, the laser and then the boxes and shooed the helpers away with a theatrical evil grin. Making some last minute adjustments to his new toy Max then positioned Allie carefully and lined the laser up with the metal cuff over her waist.
The blue light sprang back into life with another dimming of the lights. It struck the metal around Allie immediately, throwing up a shower of sparks. Right away Allie threw her head back and gritted her teeth, groaning. She tugged on the chain for her cuffs and her toes curled. The laser tracked across the middle of its target smoothly spearing right through the bottom of the table and scorching a line across the timbers of the stage below. By the time it had reached the centre of her back Allie was trembling and shaking her head. Finally the blue line cleared the edge of the table and she could compose herself as Max shut off the machine.
Max took two semi circular plates and slotted them into the groove clearly visible in the metal over Allie’s back. Then he took his partner’s hand and pulled, pulling her top half two metres away from her wiggling feet! He spun Allie around so she could see her almost nude lower half then took his bow and strode off into the night as the stage hands pushed both halves of Allie out towards the cheering audience to pose for selfies and sign autographs.