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MacKenzie stood in the centre of the stage, dressed only in a white sleevless blouse and panties which were not completely indecent, but less modest than she would have worn if she knew they were going to be exposed to public view. Although the audience she was facing were all girls, not all were friends, and even some of her friends seemed to be enjoying her plight. Although the blouse was thin enough that her erect nipples were clearly visible, she could not cover them up, as her hands were bound behind her back by her fishnet tights.

She was standing still because the gloves of the magicians assistant outfit she had started the evening wearing had pinched her nipples firmly, commanding her to stay in place. Also on stage was her friend, the Amazing Amanda, and the rest of MacKenzie's outfit, which, having removed itsself from her body, had taken the form of an Invisible Girl. Her bra also flew like a white bird around the stage, playing with her black velvet bow tie in the form of a bat.

The gloves unbuttoned MacKenzies blouse, taking their time, and pulling the blouse a little apart as they went, showing off increasing amounts of cleavage, and her belly button, and finally her panties, but not fully exposing her breasts. MacKenzie stood still, aware that, with her breasts being thrust forward by the way her tights were pulling her elbows together behind her back, any careless movement would result in exposure.

MacKenzie looked over her audience, braced for the inevitable, she could not bear it, and closed her eyes. Nothing happened - she was still covered ! She opened her eyes again to see Invisible Girl putting on her gloves again. Maybe MacKenzie was going to be allowed to keep her dignity. Invisible Girl stepped behind MacKenzie, coming up close. MacKenzie could feel the jacket pressing against her upper arms. It felt as if it enclosed a pair of firm breasts. The shorts pressed against her bottom, It was very easy to believe there was a girl inside them, maybe even Amanda - who was wearing an identical pair of shorts and jacket. It actually felt quite nice, the shorts pushed forwards, and MacKenzie - purely to keep her balance, opened her legs a little. A gloved hand stroked the inside of her thigh. MacKenzie felt a tingle, she ought to close her legs, or the phantom girl might get the wrong idea, but if she did then she might fall over. The other gloved hand started to gently stroke her tummy. That also felt very pleasant. Amanda had given her massages sometimes to relax her muscles after particularly strenous magic sessions - being a magicians assistant could be physcially demanding.

In spite of her situation MacKenzie's mind drifted. Amanda was giving her a massage, but now her intent was to arouse rather than to relax, and MacKenzie did not mind, in fact she wanted it. She had even allowed her hands to be tied so she could not interfere, as she trusted Amanda, but did not trust herself not to try to stop Amanda if she got too excited. A gloved finger brushed the underside of a, still covered, breast, and MacKenzie felt her arms pull against her bonds, but was glad she could prevent it. Amanda would have stopped and MacKenzie wanted her to continue.. The hands continued to touch her body, and Amanda's aroual grew, even though part of her felt she should not be getting excited at the thought of her best friend doing this to her.

Her daydream was interupted by a voice calling out 'Wow - she is really getting into this'. Opening her eyes, MacKenzie saw Sarah, a girl who had embarrassed her on a previous job as a lifeguard, sitting with her cronies in the third row. Sarah would not be kind and gentle like Amanda. In MacKenzies imagation Sarah replaced Amanda in control of the gloved hands roaming her body, and thus in control of her. She felt her hips being pushed forward by the shorts and had to open her legs even wider to keep her balance. The gloved hands were more commanding now, one stroking not just her upper thighs, but the front of her panties, the other moving up her breast towards the nipple. MacKenzie felt the phantom breasts under the jacket behind her as she pulled at her bound arms. She was a helpless captive - a shiver of fear ran though her, but also a wave of excitement. She knew Sarah would not hesitate to expose her.

As if in response to her thought the ghostly gloves pinched her nipple and then that side of her shirt, to give the audience a flash before allowing it to return to mostly covering MacKenzies breast.

The gloves toyed with MacKenzie, giving the audience a good show of flashes of her bare breasts, but also building up her excitement with little touches until she was panting with desire. Just when she thought she could not take any more the touches stopped. MacKenzie noticed that both breasts were on display, the blouse fully open, but maybe she could get it to close ? She shimmied, and her breasts shook, the audience laughed, but the boobs remained bare.

Gently, the gloves took the shoulders of MacKenzies blouse and pulled it backwards. There was not way it was going to cover her now. For a moment MacKenzie thought that at least her blouse could not come all the way off without releasing her arms, but then the felt her elbows released, but her wrist still bound, the shirt pulled down to her forearms, She felt her elbows bound again, but this time there was no clothing between them and her shoulders, and she felt the loss. Even when her wrists were released to allow the blouse to be removed completely, they were held behind her back, so she could not stop her fishnet tights from capturing them again, and slowly, carefully, giving her plenty of time to focus on the experience, tying her up again, now dressed only in her panties. She was very aware that she could not prevent anyone - the Invisible Girl, Amanda, Sarah - from pulling the panties down.