Cassie stared blankly at her screen.  The spreadsheet seemed to be twisting and melting in front of her eyes. She looked at the time again for the fourth time in five minutes. Still an hour to go before she could escape and get on with her weekend.

It had never been the most exciting job in the world, but since that night at the theatre Cassie just could not seem to settle. It all seemed so pedestrian.

Of course Lisa had returned to let Cassie out of the box. Maddeningly she had not offered any explanation as to just how she had apparently shrunk Cassie down into an impossibly small box beyond “It’s magic”. Which wasn’t very satisfactory no matter how sexy the enigmatic smile that followed it was.

Which brought Cassie to her other conundrum. That kiss. She had thought about girls before, in the same way she had thought about being tied up and being made helpless. She could feel herself blushing just thinking about it. A beep from her workstation interrupted her, but after reading another email about quarterly targets her mind was made up.

That Saturday Cassie found herself pressing on the buzzer by a rusty roller door to an anonymous looking industrial unit on the outskirts of town. Not quite what she had expected for her introduction to show business. She was about to turn and leave when the door opened with a rumble. Lisa stood in the doorway, looking stunning. If Cassie was honest she had chosen the jeans and sweater she was wearing as a kind of comforter, but now seeing Lisa pouring out of a black mini dress, her chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail, she suddenly felt rather dowdy.

“Cassie, so glad you decided to come over”. Lisa’s voice flowed over Cassie like warm honey, comforting and irresistible. A hard voice to say no to. “Come on in, lets talk”.

The unit wasn’t much more impressive from the inside. Cassie wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting, but it was probably something more exotic. Rows of racking contained all manner of boxes, cases, crates and the like, and there were clusters of what Cassie guessed were magic tricks covered in dust sheets and tarpaulins. After a couple of turns and passing some smaller shelves laden with costumes, wigs and what seemed to be mannequin parts Lisa led Cassie to a more comfortable looking area. A couple of desks with iMacs and the like, a row of dressing tables with mirrors, hair dryers and other beauty bits and bobs and an open area lit like a stage with some mirrors at strategic points which Cassie guessed were for rehearsal.

“So you are tempted by the life of a magician’s assistant?”

Cassie wasn’t sure what to say, Lisa had rather got straight to the point. She had been expecting at least an exchange of pleasantries.

“I, well thats to say, I, it was an exciting evening although I wasn’t sure about, I, when you took my top off in front of, was really..”

“Yes, sorry about that. It was a little tame wasn’t it. Perhaps I should have done that as part of the main show..” Lisa flashed her winning smile.



“Tame ? I know those people it was really embar…..”



“OK so you prefer to get your kit off in front of strangers. See a natural” Lisa smiled kindly.

“Thats not what I. I mean. Look what exactly does this job actually involve. Maybe coming here was a mistake.”

As Cassie moved to leave Lisa took her hand. Cassie froze. The warm touch, soft but insistent. The memory of her night in the spotlight.

“Rather than lots of talk, why don’t you try just one trick. If it’s not fun the worst that happens is you had a private show. If you like where it goes, then we can talk about details? Just a simple one?”

“I. I …  OK why the hell not”.

“Good call, now you go over there and get changed into something more appropriate and I will get us set”.

Cassie headed to the changing area. She couldn’t really call it a room as there was no door, but it was sort of tucked around a corner. She had a quick look at the outfits on the rail. Although they all seemed to be her size she wasn’t sure any of them were what her mother would call appropriate. Having rejected a couple that she suspected would need instructions to get into, she decided on a black bikini, although she wasn’t at all sure why she needed to be wearing so little. She took a deep breath looking at herself in the mirror. The bikini certainly accentuated her curves. It definitely  didn’t cover them after all! And the black contrasted nicely with her pale skin and red locks.

“See you are a natural” Lisa purred, looking Cassie up and down admiringly. She was standing next to an upright magic box that Cassie felt she kind of recognised. Although no magic aficionado she had memories of watching specials on tv. Which, now that she thought back, had caused a few sensations she hadn’t really understood at the time.

“So all you need to do is climb in “

“Don’t I need to learn a trick or method, or when to duck or something?” Cassie asked earnestly.

“Like I said its magic …”

Cassie gave up and backed into the box. It was sized so it was barely an inch taller than her and just wide enough to accommodate her shoulders. She was just wondering how come it was quite such a good fit when Lisa closed the lower part of the box.  Cassie could see herself in a mirror across the rehearsal area as she wiggled her toes out of small cut outs at the bottom of the box as directed.

Lisa closed the upper portion next leaving Cassie looking at her face pressed against an oval cut out near the top of the box and waving her hands lower down. It was an odd sight, and one that gave her a little touch of the butterflies for reasons she couldn’t entirely explain.

“And now we get to the fun part …” Lisa smiled as she picked up a rectangular metal blade. In the absence of an audience she held it so Cassie could touch the smooth cold steel herself.

“It certainly seems real..”

Lisa laughed. “Haven’t you got it yet ? Even after what happened last time ? I mean you must have been wondering?”

Cassie tried not to look as confused as she felt. Even the mention of her last experience with Lisa made her heart beat faster. But she didn’t have time to analyse that any further. Lisa was lining what seemed to be a real blade up with the narrow slot between the two doors of the magic box. The box she was currently stood inside.

“Shouldn’t there be a gimmick now… so I move sideways or something?“

Cassie asked nervously. It had finally dawned on her. Whilst the box did indeed look familiar it didn't seem to have come with the platform to one side that Cassie had always assumed was an essential part of how the illusion was done. She was still one hundred percent in the box, that couldn’t be right !

“Hang on! Shouldn’t there be another piece, or a trap door or something? I am still here!” Cassie hadn’t realised just how nervous she was until she heard the panicked tone in her own voice.

“Relax and enjoy the ride”. Lisa’s sultry response provided nothing but was somehow reassuring. Moments later she gave the blade a firm push and Cassie felt the sharp edge press against her firm belly. What was going on? Was The sexy Magician actually some sort of pyscho ? For a fleeting moment Cassie wondered if this was it. What on earth would her friends and family think? She screamed but Lisa ignored her so she gasped and took a deep breath, bracing herself for what she guessed would be incomparable pain. She felt the thin edge of the blade part her skin, with a sharp slicing feeling. But instead of the agony she was expecting next she felt the blade glide through her flesh, parting it like clay. In place of intense pain she felt a tingle, which grew to a warm glow and from there to a wave or something else… pleasure ? Arousal? She moaned loudly, cheeks flushing red.

“Well that seemed to get your attention” Lisa purred with a wicked smile on her face as she pushed over a small table. It was more a pedestal really, waist high with a single slender leg leading down to a five pronged foot with castors. Cassie watched wordlessly, desperately trying to process the sensations the blade had triggered, as Lisa positioned the strange table next to her box.

Although deep down it was inevitable, Cassie was still totally shocked when Lisa pulled gently on the top part of the trick and Cassie’s upper half slid smoothly only the waiting table. Lisa gave a gentle push and Cassie felt herself roll a few feet to one side, even though her feet were still clearly wriggling at the base of the box across the room.

“How! What just ? I don’t”

The only answer Lisa offered was to swing open the door of the lower box. Cassie was struggling to believe her own eyes. There were her legs, responding to her thoughts quite normally and her hips, clad in the skimpy bikini. And yet they were six feet away.

Lisa knelt and ran her finger gently up Cassie’s thigh. The red head gasped from her box across the way. She definitely felt that. And it felt amazing! Cassie watched on helplessly from her surreal viewpoint as Lisa ran her finger oh so slowly down the other thigh.

“So I suppose we should have that talk?” Lisa grinned