A quick little story spawned purely from the idea of some body paint .
Queen of the Stage 2 :The Tiger
Quinn took a bow as Matt shoved the previous trick off to the side of the stage. The show was a short one this time, part of a review at the Vegas hotel . Quinn did a twirl to confirm her luscious curves were quite unharmed despite just moments before having been in a basket skewered with twenty or more swords also to show off the tan pants, tall brown lace up boots and white shirt she was now wearing. She took another bow, moving smoothly as her shirt was undone and tied at the waist and she needed to avoid an early wardrobe malfunction, then stepped to one side .
There was huge applause as Matt reappeared with the next illusion. Which Quinn knew was for the Tiger prowling in the cage he was wheeling out rather than for Matt. As Quinn moved quickly to her position beside Matt, she could hear the Tiger’s throaty growl despite the crowd noise. Time was of the essence, partly to keep the high energy pace of the show going, partly as the slow was short anyway but mostly as Matt did not like using animals and especially not keeping large and majestic beasts like the Tiger caged..
Quinn walked around the cage one more time, suppressing a wry smile. Matt often seemed much more relaxed about keeping her confined than he would be about the Tiger.
Quinn turned her back to the audience and Matt pulled her arms behind her back,firmly securing her wrists with shiny metal handcuffs. He added a second pair with slightly larger hoops just above her elbows, pulling her arms even closer together. Quinn feigned a struggle as Matt pulled her around to face the audience once more, very aware that with her arms cinched behind her, her shirt was pulled further open with each wriggle.
“No, no please! “
Matt stifled Quinn’s protest with a gag made from a handkerchief. It wasn’t actually the least bit effective but fitted with the Hollywood on safari vibe. A heavily muscled dancer wearing only a tiger print loincloth dashed out and grabbed Quinn by the shoulders. He got almost as many wolf whistles as she did, she noticed. While she struggled in his girder like arms Matt wrapped a rope harness around the ankles of her boots. She felt her pulse quicken. Once he was satisfied all was secure he waved and a rope with a hook on the end lowered from the ceiling.
Quinn intensified her struggles but the dancer's arms were immovable ofcourse and all too soon her feet were being hoisted towards the gantry high above. Moments later she looked out at the entranced faces of the crowd as she swayed gently hanging upside down twenty feet above the stage.
“Let's see if the tiger is hungry!” Matt’s only dialogue in the stripped down show. Quinn screamed again as Matt and the dancer moved the cage under her and carefully opened the top. She kept her struggles relatively gentle fearing that she might escape from her shirt rather than the cuffs. She screamed again when the tiger’s massive paw swept up out of the opening.
Once her hair was about the level with the top of the cage she fell still and started to sob and about the same time Matt and his helper lifted a curtain to the top of the cage, about chest height on them.
As Quinn descended into the cage there was a loud roar and a series of snarls and the cage shook enough to make the curtain flutter. No sooner had Quinn’s boots vanished behind the red cloth than they guys lowered it . There was a moment of silence, a few gasps then a huge round of applause.
As Matt stepped away and the dancer ran off stage the audience could see that the tiger had vanished completely. Inside the locked cage was Quinn. The substitution was impressive enough but it was Quinn’s appearance that really brought the house down. Free of her bonds she was kneeling in the cage shaking the bars as if trying to get out . Once Matt had undone the door at the end then Quinn’s change in appearance could be fully appreciated, in place of the sexy safari outlet she was wearing nothing but some impressively elaborate tiger stripe body paint!
Quinn was especially proud of the “costume” which she had designed herself . Her arms, legs , back and butt were decorated with an elaborate orange and black tiger pattern that curled around her . As she turned to the audience they could see that while her belly remained bare the orange covered her breasts with a black stripe design framing and emphasising them. Only a wider black patch of paint between her legs did anything to preserve her modesty. The transformation was completed with cat eye contacts and some subtle stripes across her face. She knew that it must be apparent to everyone that there was no way she could have been wearing the paint under her previous outfit
Quinn acted out a bid for freedom running towards one side of the stage. The dancer emerged once more scooping her effortlessly into his arms while Matt pushed out the show’s final prop from the other side. Mounted on a raised wheeled platform was a plexiglass tube about seven feet tall and maybe a bit less than two feet in diameter. Behind it was a slightly taller metal pole which supported it.
As the dancer returned his escapee Matt fiddled with the canister,, the front of which swung open in two halves. Together they forced a still struggling Quinn into the tube. She wriggled and twisted, enjoying playing the role of the reluctant victim for a change. Matt fastened Quinns hands in metal cuffs at the top of the tube high above her head. Despite the struggle Quinn smiled on the inside knowing the pose showed off both the bodypaint and her figure beautifully. Matt closed the clear doors sealing Quinn in the clear tube barely wide enough for her shoulders or hips
Without any fuss or explanation Matt picked up a metal disc from the floor. As he held it up and banged it on the metal pole, Quinn's eyes widened with fear. Struggling gave her the excuse to wriggle and writhe in the tube, rubbing her breasts and hips against its clear walls.
When Matt finally aligned the metal blade with the narrow gap in the tube she took a deep breath. She felt its keen edge press against her belly then the rush of adrenaline and endorphins as it began to part her, parting her flesh like a hot knife. Even after all this time it took all of her experience and professionalism to cover her moan with a gasp and a scream. As ever the second blade felt nothing like as good as it slid easily into her navel.
Matt took a step back and picked up a box attached to the pole at the back of the tube by a wire. Quinn shook her head in a vigorous no and did her best growl but he pressed the comedy size red button on the box anyway. There was an electrical hum and slowly the top half of the tube was raised upwards by the arm attached to the pole behind. As it crept upwards Quinn twisted and writhed even more, emphasising the foot high gap in her middle.
With time short, the curtain was already starting to fall as Matt wheeled Quinn around, giving a clear view of her separated painted body from all angles..
Anyone wishing they had seen a little more Quinn, her body and the paint weren’t to be disappointed however. As people left the theatre, there to one side of the fountain in the casino’s main gaming hall was a replica tiger, paw raised , Across the concourse was a row of classical looking pillars each decorated with fake marble statues of greek gods and the like. Except one. Mounted on the pillar Quinn is still in her trick like an exotic specimen in a test tube, still separated at the waist by a foot of fresh air.
Amazed guests peer closely through the clear walls, shake hands through the gap and pose for selfies. Its a matter of pride for Quinn that the hotel has to have a cleaner on station nearby the whole time so quickly does her tube collect fingerprints . As another couple peer closer , whether to check she is really in two or really naked bar the paint Quinn isn’t sure, she smiles at the irony of Matt being happy to leave her confined for god knows how long.