Crafty Carl the Escape Master

"Here we are!" Melody said, motioning to a nearby stage with sets of seats and bleachers erected in front of it. There had to be over a hundred people all watching the current performance! It looked like there was a magician act currently in the middle of their show, which the audience was applauding. "He just finished his act a little while ago, so we can go meet him backstage," Melody added.

Emily let out a sigh of relief at that. Part of her had been afraid that she'd have to go onstage for Melody's friend to free her. That she'd have been front and center for all these people, wearing a tiny little dress, being one deep breath away from exposing herself for everyone to see. But that was silly. Her friends would never have made her go through something so embarrassing!

The girls followed Melody backstage where they soon met a skinny bald man with a rugged beard. Even as he introduced himself to them, he was fiddling with a length of chains he held in one hand. That gave Emily a bit of reassurance that he knew what he was doing. Melody had clearly been right to trust this man to solve her predicament. He was probably the most qualified person for the job in the whole area!

"So come on back to my office and I'll bust you out of those things in a jiffy," he said jovially. "I've never met a pair I couldn't handle before!"

Emily followed along behind him, noticing Melody lean in and whisper something to Carl. She must have been filling him in on how Emily had wound up like this, given how long she spoke for. Emily blushed, hoping she wasn't telling the man everything about her evening so far. But then Melody turned and shot Emily a thumbs up, setting her mind at ease slightly. They walked through the backstage area, passing racks of hanging chains, ropes, and even a few large human-sized glass tanks. Along the large back wall sat a small row of old looking desks.

"Here we are!" Carl said, motioning to a small wooden desk covered with a pile of various ropes and chains. He brushed a stray coil of rope off the desk, clearing a bit of space.

"I thought you said we were going to your office?" Emily asked.

"Figure of speech," he chuckled. "None of us showrunners have actual offices, so we just make do in this big open area."

Emily gulped. This backstage area was surprisingly full of people. Some were bustling about, performing supporting acts or otherwise helping the show carry on. But lots of stagehands and other employees seemed to be just milling around, bored, waiting for the show to end so they could pack everything up and head home.

"Now, let's take a look at 'em, shall we?" Carl asked. He maneuvered Emily to stand in front of his desk, facing the wall behind it. "Hmm, I can't say I've ever seen this exact kind of cuff before. I'm gonna need a better angle. Emily can you bend over for me?"

"Wh-what?" Emily sputtered. But before she could say anything else, she felt Carl's hand on her shoulder. It gently but firmly moved Emily's body down until her torso was lying on the desk. She was **** to turn her head to the side, feeling the wood on her cheek. "Atta girl! That's much better."

The short dress, just barely long enough to conceal Emily's curvy ass when she was standing, rode all the way up with this motion, completely baring everything for the whole room to see. Emily blushed as she heard a few gasps from behind her.

"Don't worry Emily!" Susan said. "We've got you covered!" Then, Emily felt a pair of fingers tugging the dress down her body. The fabric slid down all the way to her stomach, and suddenly the blonde girl felt rough wood on her nipples. But she could also feel the dress moving down her ass, low enough to cover her lower half from view. Given that there was an entire room of people behind her, and that no one could see her breasts if she didn't move, Emily supposed that was the preferable way to wear the dress. At least until Carl finished up.

"Er, thanks," Emily said, laying there visibly topless while Carl fidgeted with the handcuffs. Vanessa moved to the side of the desk, appearing in Emily's field of view. Emily was just about to ask if there was maybe a blanket or towel she could cover her top half with when Vanessa interrupted.

"You're doing great Emily! Your hands will be free in no time."

"Mmm, this is a tricky one," Carl muttered. He moved closer to Emily and, before she knew it, she could feel his body pressed up against hers. "Come on..." he said, sounding a bit more frustrated than before. Then, the downward **** on the cuffs increased. Carl must have been pushing down on them more strongly than before. That was when Emily noticed that her wrists were slowly sliding higher and higher up her back. Carl's pushing was moving the cuffs up Emily's body.

And not only that, Emily realized with dread. They were dragging the dress higher up her body too! Emily could feel the hem of the dress rising, slipping between her ass and Carl's pelvis.

"Carl!" she exclaimed, "I think-"

"Hold on!" he demanded. "I think I've almost got it!"

Emily felt the dress slip up and over the curve of her ass again. Her bare bottom was pressed up against Carl's pants!

"Vanessa!" Emily exclaimed. "My dr-"

"Quiet!" Carl shouted. "I'm trying to concentrate here!"

The dress settled into a bunched up ring around Emily's stomach, covering virtually nothing for the embarrassed girl. Emily's friends must not have been able to see that her dress had ridden up again with Carl standing so closely behind her. And she didn't want to interrupt Carl's hard work, not when he was so close to freeing her! Just a few more moments, surely. Then Emily would be free and she could move the dress back into place herself.

"There!" Carl exclaimed, just as Emily felt a loss of tension around her left wrist. The virtually naked woman excitedly pulled her hand free of her back, glad to finally have use of it again after so long. "Halfway done," Carl said cheerily.

Emily reached back for her dress, hoping to pull it into place with her now free arm. Her hand bumped against cold metal and a moment later there was a metallic clicking sound.

"Oh that's just great," Carl blurted out.

"Emily!" Sophie gasped from the other side of the desk, out of Emily's sight. "What did you just do?!"

For a split second, Emily was afraid she'd somehow refastened the cuff around her hand, mere moments after having been freed. But she didn't feel anything on her wrist.

"What? What?!" Emily cried, still lying on the desk with virtually no visibility. She tried tugging her dress up, but found it only moved a little bit before stopping. She pulled harder and felt a tugging sensation on her right wrist.

"Emily," Melody said from behind her, "You just closed the handcuff on your dress."

Emily didn't want to stand up too far, lest she reveal her breasts to everyone again. But she did raise her shoulders slightly and craned her neck to see her back. One handcuff loop was still securely on her wrist, and the other was, indeed, fastened around the bunched up fabric of the navy blue dress.

"What? But I... How did... I didn't..." Emily muttered in disbelief. How had she managed to do that?! She'd barely touched the cuff!

"All that work. Down the drain," Carl sighed. "I'm gonna go find a better tool for the job. Be right back." And then he moved, baring Emily's bare ass to the crowded room of people. Emily yelped and stood up from the desk. She tried to tug the dress down over her bottom, but it was too late. A small chorus of cheers erupted from the stagehands, all of whom were thrilled at the view.

The four other girls, to their credit, quickly stepped in and helped both shield Emily from view and pull her trapped dress into a slightly better position. It must have been hard for them to see Emily in such a shameful state, for they constantly had to cover their mouths or look away. At one point Emily could have even sworn she saw Sophie's shoulders shaking as the redhead faced away from her. Emily sure hoped her friend wasn't crying because of her!

After they were done, Emily stood there with a bundle of fabric trapped in a ring around her body. The girls were able to unbunch the material slightly, letting it expand to just over a foot wide on the opposite side of the cuff. But that was the dress's limit. If Emily kept her right hand behind her, the dress functioned as a small skirt for the front of her body only. And if she kept her hand in front of her, the dress worked as a small skirt for her ass only. Emily opted for the former.

Emily stood there, her four friends keeping her mostly out of view from her adoring fans. And she was quite a sight. Completely topless and with only one hand free, Emily was **** to try to contain her sizable chest with just her left arm. The ring of fabric rested on Emily's hips, being spread long enough in the front to come down to the tops of Emily's thighs. But in the back Emily's only measure of modesty was her cuffed right hand. She pressed her ass up against the desk, keeping it as out of sight as possible.

Emily's flushed face was cast down at the floor. How had she managed to screw things up so badly again? Her friends were bending over backwards trying to help her and here she was making everything worse for herself again!