A naughty magic show
Thanks to my editor kenjisato. Also, to LanguageTool. Combined, they put me right. Any problems left all belong to me.
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Hello there. Let me tell you a tale of magic. You see, sometimes it's real.
I came into town a few days ago, and I'll be leaving in a few weeks. In between, is a month of magic by yours truly. I do illusions, and some of them show skin. A lot of skin. But I do warn the customers, and the volunteers what might happen to them. However, I only do that on the last show of the night. I don't want any kiddies at that show, so I let them come to the earlier ones. There is still naughtiness, but no actual exposure. One example is removing the underwear from a volunteer while they are still dressed. While many are embarrassed to have what they wore shown to everyone, my magic, at least, cleans it to its original color. Doesn't do a thing about pictured faeries and unicorns, or about lacy or even crotchless underwear.
But my best trick is the one where I cut a lady in half. That's because it isn't a trick, but real magic. Let me tell you what happened last night at the late show.
I had just finished with the levitating lady, which ended with her underwear dropping to the floor below her, when I covered her. Then, I ran the hoop around to show she really was levitating, and then I took the sheet off, to reveal she had turned a one-eighty under the sheet. I put the supports back in, and then would wake her from her trance. She would get up, stand, none the wiser, and I would pick up her underwear, and would hand them back to her, saying she dropped them.
Of course, she would become mortified, or at least embarrassed. At least, most do. She would then stuff her underwear in her purse, and would go offstage. There would be lots of applause, not only for the trick, but for also finding a woman volunteer who would jiggle a lot without a bra, and bonus points if her dress was thin enough to show the underwear.
But for my next-to-last trick of the night, I would call out for another female volunteer, with a strong man that could carry her a few feet. This generally caused overweight ladies to be quiet, and the fit ladies to offer themselves up. I would scan the crowd for a good mark, and find one in a tipsy woman in a little black dress. As she and her man would come to the stage, it was clear to all, that she wasn't wearing underwear. I always knew, and looked for that.
"Hello there, folks, can you tell me your names?"
"I'm Tracy Fields."
"I'm Donald Smith."
"Tracy, what do you do?"
"I am the office manager at an accounting firm."
"Oh, that's good. You know how to order others around, and they will do what you say. Right?"
"Yes. And I make sure the office runs smoothly. We don't want anyone making mistakes."
"I never make mistakes. Well, mostly never. Well, there was that time, where... never mind. How about you, Donald?"
"I'm her husband, and I work there, as well. I handle the customers, and she handles the accountants."
"Sounds like everything is accounted for, then." The audience groaned.
"Well, the last big trick of the earlier shows is the Mismade Girl trick. You know the one where someone gets in a stack of cubes, and they get divided, rearranged, verified, and then put back together? But this is the late-night naughty show. We don't want a girl, but a woman for this trick. Now, are you both willing to participate in this trick?"
Tracy asked, "What's the trick called?"
"Well, it is a variation of sawing the lady in half. Are you ready to divide and conquer this trick?" More groans, and some laughs from the audience on this one.
"I don't know. Now that I'm here, I'm nervous about doing the trick. Especially getting sawed in half."
"Oh, don't worry about that. My version does not use a saw, but a piece of string. Nice, soft string. Here, look at it, with little shiny balls tied on the ends." At this, the audience realized I was hypnotizing her. A few seconds later, both their eyes glazed over.
"Tracy, Donald, this is an adult trick. There will be some skin shown, but that's fine, as that's why you came to the show. Nod if you understand." They both nodded.
"Now, this trick might get you upset, but really, it's just a simple trick, and you won't let it worry you. That is to say, when you see it, you will be amazed, but not concerned in the slightest. You want to make the trick work. Nod if you understand." Again, they nodded.
"When I say sleep, you will return to this state of sleep. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and kiss each other." I snapped my fingers, and they kissed.
"Please follow me to this table here." I walked them over to a sturdy one-legged table. Positioning them just so, I put her five feet off to one side of the table, and I put him behind her. I went on the opposite side of the table from them.
"We shall begin. First, take this string, and put it behind your waist, then bring it forward and cross it in front. Just like a tailor would. Good. Now switch hands so that each hand is holding an end of the string on that side." She adjusted things, and got her hands in the correct position.
"Now, Donald, put your arms around her torso, just under her breasts. No, not on them, at least not yet." A titter from the audience. "I want you to gently lift her up, but not so much that she actually moves. Right now, you are going to steady her. Ready, Donald?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now Tracy, without looking down, say the words 'Naughty Twin' while you pull the ends of the string apart."
"She looked at me, then the audience, and said, "Naughty Twin." Everyone saw the white string was now stretched between her hands.
