Helping magician friends

Amy's usual smile was a bit shaky. Listening to the buckles tink as Sarah and Jack tightened the straitjacket's embrace around her was interesting but a little unsettling. The three of the were the only occupants of Theatre Lounge D making each sinister sound feel louder. The room itself could comfortable hold a half dozen, and a few more in a kitchen on the other side of a neon orange curtain. But worn flooring and tacky furniture made the room less popular than the modernized rooms. It made it a good place to read lines or practise magic tricks.

Sarah finished whatever she was adjusting and stood to examine her work. "You ok, sweetie?" she asked the cute woman. Amy looked up at her tall friend. The female magician looked amazingly elegant in her performance gown accessorized with elbow gloves and a miniature hat pinned to her head at a jaunty angle. The exquisite outfit made Amy feel under dressed in her simple summer dress. As if the cool autumn wind hadn't already done that.

"Just a little nervous," Amy answered back.

"You should be," replied Sarah smiling devilishly. "This is just the beginning. Soon we'll strap you into a crate for the movers to collect." Amy's eyes started to widen. "The government has a special asylum set up just for you. Get ready to spend your afternoons struggling to walk in a hobble skirt, your dinners trying to use a fork with your hands in mittens, and your nights snugly tied into bed. Everyday you will spend squirming in the strictest of bondage for the wealthy and powerful."

"But I..." Shock kept Amy from forming a properly response. Her saucer-wide eyes scanned the empty lounge for help.

Sarah handily hushed the shorter woman by planting her fingers on her lips. She continued her monologue in an increasingly sinister tone. "Shush plaything. There is nothing you can do. Even if you do escape, going to the police will only result with you in handcuffs. Your parents will meet you at the door with duck tape. And if you hide in the woods, you'll be hanging by your ankles from a hunter's expertly laid trap before sunset."

Poor Amy was frozen in fear until her captor let out a comically maniacal "Muh ha ha ha ha!" As the joke dawned on her, Amy flashed a weak smile.

"Wow, I really got you didn't I?" villainous Sarah remarked after accepted a high five from her boyfriend, "Don't tell me you're one of those people that think they're the target of some government conspiracy." She pointed to a large mirror on the wall. "Uh oh, that mirror wasn't there yesterday. Is MI6 watching you?"

"Oh buzz off," countered Amy, trying to push Sarah away. With her arms pinned, this didn't go so well. All she managed was a wiggling of her jacket and an equally ineffectual "nuhh." She had to settle for a playful shoulder nudge.

The mischievous woman continued to giggle at her floundering friend.

"Stop," demanded Amy, blushing, "I was... it's just..."

"My delivery?" offered Sarah. "Relax cutie. You're not the first person I've taken for a ride." Ruffling Amy's short hair she added, "We're all having fun here. Now I better help my Jack with those straps or he'll bitch about doing all the work."

"Actually," pipped up Jack, "I did everything already. On my own I might add."

"Uh huh," Sarah rolled her eyes, "what about the ankle chains?"

Jack gave a quick acknowledgement and squatted to the right of Amy's feet, making the startled girl squeak in surprise. He was focused on fettering her ankle, but the shy girl kept her legs clamped together in case he looked up at her cotton panties.

"Legs a little wider sweetie," encouraged Sarah when she started securing the left ankle. Amy eventually relented to the cool steel tugging her legs apart. She did her best to maintain her modesty, bending her knees to keep her thighs as closed as possible. With the chains spreading her ankles almost two feet apart however, the squirming girl couldn't comfortably get her knees to touch. Despite Jack's professional gaze, the poor girl didn't really feel at ease until he stood back up.

His girlfriend finished her work soon after and stood next to him. "There, that just leaves the crotch strap," she said, "I'll tuck her skirt out of the way."

"Wait, what!?" Amy exclaimed.

"It will be uncomfortable if you dress got all bunched up," Sarah explained like it was no big deal. She grabbed the hem of Amy's dress and started gingerly folding.

The bound girl made an attempt to slap her friend's hands away, but with her arms trapped, she just tugged at her jacket. Amy ended up bending herself over trying to stop Sarah.

"Stop fidgeting," the female magician commanded, continuing her task hardly hindered. "You're the one that wore a dress."

"You said you wanted me to inspect some props."

"What do you think we're doing?" countered Jack. "We need to see how this fits."

Amy settled down a bit but blushed furiously as Jack handed a strap through her bare legs for his girlfriend to take. Sarah didn't grab it right away; she finished tucking the bottom half of Amy's clothing out of the way first. Thus the helpless girl endured awkwardness for what felt like an eternity before Sarah finally took the cloth buckle from her boyfriend. Amy felt it press into her crotch. Unfortunately for the shy student, the strap pressed quite a bit into her, making her panties ride into her privates.

"We need to make this a little longer," Sarah mentioned to Jack as she gave Amy a wedgie with the strap.

"Maybe it'd fit better if we took her panties," joked Jack. Amy's cheeks, which are normally quite pale, could now easily be mistaken for ripe rosy apples.

Sarah immediately chastised her boyfriend, "Oh stop, perv."

Jack sidled up to his girlfriend as she struggled to fasten Amy's crotch strap. "Would a perv do this?" His hands roamed her body until disappearing to squeeze the magician's butt.

Sarah jumped slightly at the surprise affection. "Yes," she laughed, "that's exactly what perverts do." Upon finishing her work, Sarah gave him a playful smack.

"So your saying you don't want me to..." Amy couldn't hear the end of the question because Jack whispered it in Sarah's ear.

Sarah kept giggling. "You know I'd like that a lot, but if we did it here, it'd probably give the poor girl a heart attack." Said poor girl was desperately trying to give the lovebirds some privacy, not an easy task considering she was shackled a foot away from them.

Fortunately for Amy, that seemed to settle Jack down a bit. She took the opportunity to steer the conversation away before they started playing tonsil tag or something else awkward. "Um, you guys are going to untie me right?"

"Yes, in a few minutes," Jack replied, "There's a trick to escaping. We want to see if you can find it."

"It's really embarrassing when the audience volunteer figures out the trick," added Sarah with a goofy face that said she had personal experience in the matter.

"Well, I'll give it a shot," Amy replied, trying to look over her shoulder at the buckles down her back. "But I need to leave for class soon." she added frowning with concentration. "Dr. Rues gets pretty upset when people are late."

"We'll have you out with plenty of time to get that hard-ass's class," reassured Sarah.

Amy nodded; she hadn't seen any weak points behind her. A few attempts to twist her arms didn't reveal anything either. She wiggled her right leg, rattling the handcuffs that kept her chained to the immobile pillar. Her other foot was shackled to a ringbolt in the floor that looked equally stubborn. What could the secret to escaping this be? she wondered. Deep in though, the puzzled woman sucked her lower lip in and stared blankly to the upper right.

This prompted another laugh from Sarah. "You look so adorable when your concentrating," explained the female magician.

Train of thought derailed, Amy glared back, but this did nothing to fade Sarah's grin. The brunette must have looked equally cute trying to be upset at her friend's teasing.

With no other recourse, Amy huffed and got back to struggling, this time moving her body more. The bound pixie twisted and turned, trying to wiggle her arms free, but with no luck. Ready to give up, she said, "Whatever the trick is--"

"Oh shit!" Sarah cut her off with a panicked look. "The potatoes!" was all she added before running into through the curtain into the kitchen.

Her boyfriend followed after her, smugly saying "I told you to set a timer."

And just like that Amy was alone. For a moment she thought about calling them back but decided to give them some time to fix whatever problem they had. There were still several minutes before she had to leave. Maybe she should give escaping another try.

The bound woman sighed; maybe the secret to was hidden in the lounge. Her friend was right that mirror was new; it hadn't been there yesterday. And it actually cut off part of the room. Why would it have been set up overnight? Could it be a one-way mirror that's part of a police sting?

Grinning, she chuckled to herself as she shook the silly thoughts from her head. Imagine a team of police watching and recording her from behind that mirror. Amy had to hand it to Sarah; her friend really knew how to get under her skin. The naive student knew she'd better keep such nonsense to herself or risk giving the mentalist more fuel to tease her with.

Amy wiggled against the straitjacket again. She was no closer to getting out, and the ticking clock reminded her she need to leave soon. She also lamented how wide her legs were spread by her predicament and absently tried to tug her feet together. Not that it really mattered she told herself, looking towards the kitchen and listening to their commotion. Her friends would be right back anyways.

But then Amy heard a sound she wasn't expecting.