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Standing at the bar, QuinnTheAssistant sighed to herself. Another night gone and she was no closer to accomplishing her goal.

This particular bar was known in the area as a meet-up spot for local performing artists to showcase their skills and get picked up by anyone looking to hire them. A number of high-profile touring shows had been put together within this slightly upscale pub. There have been a few singers that got recording deals here. Also, there have been a lot of women approached to work at the local strip clubs, so the possibility of being offer some sort of job is quite high.

“Magic Night” had been around for a while and Quinn had been faithfully attending it for five weeks straight. Several of the performing magicians had gotten invitation to various theaters in Vegas. A fair number of the magician’s assistants had been poached with lucrative job offers to be part of other famous magic shows. Also, a high number of the magician’s assistants did double duty at the local strip clubs after their appearance here.

Quinn was watching the act currently on stage. A very sultry woman was performing now, Jazmine was the name that Quinn caught during her introduction. She was very good, what remained of the night’s crowd was sitting on the edge of their seats when she announced her next act. It was an absolute classic act of magic, one that had been repeated over and over, one that everyone expects to see when they go to a magic show, and the audience would be disappointed if this act is not part of the show. Jazmine was about to Saw a Woman in Half!

Jazmine introduced her lovely assistant: a very pretty, short blonde girl, skinny but also with a bust that looked surgically enhanced. She walked on stage with a perky smile on her face and a tiny, revealing bikini being the only thing on her body. Her short hair bopped around as she smiled while Jazmine wheeled up the sawing box. Quinn rolled her eyes. This girl was playing every stereotype of a clueless sexy blonde. It didn’t necessarily bother Quinn. She knew it was a standard practice for magicians to have a sexy blonde assistant, one who would act dumb if need be, willingly putting herself in danger, or one who wasn’t actually the sharpest tooth on the saw. A traditional lovely assistant like the one on stage now always did her job no matter what the danger was, they always grabbed the attention of every man in the crowd, and they always made the women envious of the attention they got.

As the young assistant enthusiastically hopped up into the box, laid down, and was locked inside, Quinn thought about why she was there. She was hoping there would be a magician in need of a lovely assistant. Putting on “the dress,” slipping into a pair cute heels, and pulling her hair back into a bouncy, flirty ponytail, Quinn knew she looked exactly as she needed to grab the attention of any man, and while she certainly had the sexy aspect of a magician’s assistant down, she knew she looked exactly the opposite as the stereotype. That was Quinn’s whole plan, to stand out of the blonde hair crowd and have a nice magician ask for her assistance.

After five weeks, it hadn’t amounted to much anything except some less-than-savory characters offering her gigs working the pole at their clubs. One such character was watching the perky, little blonde in the box, who was right now having two divider blades shoved into her body by Jazmine and trying to look surprised while it was happening. Quinn was certain that the girl was going to get an offer similar to what she previously was propositioned with. Quinn was also certain that the girl had been cut in half more time than she could count.

“The ladies up there are doing a pretty good job,” came a voice from Quinn’s side. She hadn’t noticed the man saunter up to the bar next to her. She gave him a once-over and was almost ready to dismiss him as just another scumbag strip club “talent agent.” He did have the non-typical tall, dark, and handsome look to him, so Quinn thought she might as well have a conversation with him. “I bet I could do it better!” she responded to the mystery man.

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Standing at the bar, QuinnTheAssistant sighed to herself. Another night gone and she was no closer to accomplishing her goal.

This particular bar was known in the area as a meet-up spot for local performing artists to showcase their skills and get picked up by anyone looking to hire them. A number of high-profile touring shows had been put together within this slightly upscale pub. There have been a few singers that got recording deals here. Also, there have been a lot of women approached to work at the local strip clubs, so the possibility of being offer some sort of job is quite high.

“Magic Night” had been around for a while and Quinn had been faithfully attending it for five weeks straight. Several of the performing magicians had gotten invitation to various theaters in Vegas. A fair number of the magician’s assistants had been poached with lucrative job offers to be part of other famous magic shows. Also, a high number of the magician’s assistants did double duty at the local strip clubs after their appearance here.

Quinn was watching the act currently on stage. A very sultry woman was performing now, Jazmine was the name that Quinn caught during her introduction. She was very good, what remained of the night’s crowd was sitting on the edge of their seats when she announced her next act. It was an absolute classic act of magic, one that had been repeated over and over, one that everyone expects to see when they go to a magic show, and the audience would be disappointed if this act is not part of the show. Jazmine was about to Saw a Woman in Half!

Jazmine introduced her lovely assistant: a very pretty, short blonde girl, skinny but also with a bust that looked surgically enhanced. She walked on stage with a perky smile on her face and a tiny, revealing bikini being the only thing on her body. Her short hair bopped around as she smiled while Jazmine wheeled up the sawing box. Quinn rolled her eyes. This girl was playing every stereotype of a clueless sexy blonde. It didn’t necessarily bother Quinn. She knew it was a standard practice for magicians to have a sexy blonde assistant, one who would act dumb if need be, willingly putting herself in danger, or one who wasn’t actually the sharpest tooth on the saw. A traditional lovely assistant like the one on stage now always did her job no matter what the danger was, they always grabbed the attention of every man in the crowd, and they always made the women envious of the attention they got.

As the young assistant enthusiastically hopped up into the box, laid down, and was locked inside, Quinn thought about why she was there. She was hoping there would be a magician in need of a lovely assistant. Putting on “the dress,” slipping into a pair cute heels, and pulling her hair back into a bouncy, flirty ponytail, Quinn knew she looked exactly as she needed to grab the attention of any man, and while she certainly had the sexy aspect of a magician’s assistant down, she knew she looked exactly the opposite as the stereotype. That was Quinn’s whole plan, to stand out of the blonde hair crowd and have a nice magician ask for her assistance.

After five weeks, it hadn’t amounted to much anything except some less-than-savory characters offering her gigs working the pole at their clubs. One such character was watching the perky, little blonde in the box, who was right now having two divider blades shoved into her body by Jazmine and trying to look surprised while it was happening. Quinn was certain that the girl was going to get an offer similar to what she previously was propositioned with. Quinn was also certain that the girl had been cut in half more time than she could count.

“The ladies up there are doing a pretty good job,” came a voice from Quinn’s side. She hadn’t noticed the man saunter up to the bar next to her. She gave him a once-over and was almost ready to dismiss him as just another scumbag strip club “talent agent.” He did have the non-typical tall, dark, and handsome look to him, so Quinn thought she might as well have a conversation with him. “I bet I could do it better!” she responded to the mystery man.