Zamora's magic show

It was quite interesting to watch Zamora muddle her way through an hour-long conjuring act, live on stage, with zero practice or preparation. Every last trick, from the disappearing goldfish to the linked rings to the pulling of a rabbit from a hat, seemed to go terribly wrong for the unfortunate young woman. The goldfish stubbornly refused to disappear. The rings wouldn't unlink, and she had to spend at least ten minutes chasing the rabbit around the tent before coaxing it out from under Susie's chair with a carrot.

All things considered, it was one of the most hilariously incompetent magic acts that Susie had ever seen. So bad it was funny, in fact. And enlivened further by the fact that Zamora was obliged to do the whole performance stark naked, in only high heels and a top hat, with a magic wand sticking out of her bare bottom. Her face glowed bright red as she made a complete fool of herself, time and time again, fumbling every trick and mislaying every last prop, while the laughter and the imaginative taunts of the raucous audience rang in her ears.

Finally, as punishment for being such a terrible magician, she was bent over the lap of a very handsome clown in a white silk costume and given a good hard spanking while the whole crowd hooted their approval. (He took the wand out first.) And then she was led backstage, for a half-hour break in the company of clowns before her next identical show before a completely new audience.

The magic was already leaving Susie's mind as she hopped up on stage to bid farewell. But there was just a little bit of it left.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced to the crowd. "We've all had a lot of fun tonight. But before you leave, there's just one last little thing I'd like to deal with."

The crowd murmured, and somebody shouted "Take it off!" Susie smiled, frostily.

"You were all perfectly willing to set there," she said, pleasantly, "and watch me come out of that box completely naked. You all laughed at me. Well, now I'm going to laugh at all of you."

"Wait just a minute," said Anne-Marie, cheerleader queen.

"Alakazapow!"

Susie had meant to target the boys as well, but it turned out the magic didn't really work that way. So it was only every single woman in the audience who found themselves all of a sudden stripped completely naked, before Susie's mocking eyes and the appreciative leers of all the fully-dressed boys.

"EEEEEEEK!"

Several moments later, about sixty or seventy beautiful and very embarrassed naked women came running out the front door of the conjurer's tent, right into the middle of bustling Sideshow Alley. Tits and pussies everywhere. Mayor Peggy, at the head of the horde of mortified nude girls, came to a screeching halt right in the middle of a heavily trafficked junction with dozens of rides, tents, booths and games all around her, and hundreds if not thousands of curious onlookers present to see the show.

She was just beginning to conclude that she had made a small mistake when a bright tower-mounted spotlight was trained directly on her, and a booming barker's voice rang out across the carnival, drawing as much attention to her as physically possible.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure... MAYOR PEGGY JACKSON and a LOT OF NAKED GIRLS!"